Dirty Little Quickies Page 11

  She wasn’t dressed up in the usual classy-sexy way. She wore a white V-neck shirt beneath a black leather jacket and a pair of dark-blue jeans. Saturdays were casual days for my employees, but only because it wasn’t mandatory for them to come in on a Saturday.

  Even after having tequila and being out late, Jenna still came into work and worked hard, and I couldn’t lie and say I didn’t admire that about her.

  She kept things formal with me while working, which only irritated me, but I played along with her silly game. If this was what she wanted—to act like last night’s fuck was just some fantasy—then I would go through with it.

  When it was time for her to clock out, I was wrapped up with paperwork in the office, about to prepare for a short trip to Santa Ana for a brief meeting. I walked out of my office and met up beside her as she waited for the elevator.

  She fidgeted on her heels and then shifted, her sweet shampoo drifting past my nose.

  “Plans today?” I asked.

  “None,” she said. “Figured I’d go home and catch up on some work for Monday, since I will be occupied Sunday.”

  I smirked at that, dropping my head. “Glad you’re making yourself available for me.”

  “Sunday isn’t for you, Jude.” When she said that, I met her eyes, a little confused. “You came twice Friday. I didn’t come at all. Sunday will be about you pleasing me.” The elevator doors shot open and she walked inside before me. I followed her into the elevator, taking the spot right beside her.

  The doors closed and I still had a smirk on my lips, which led her to agitatedly ask, “What are you smiling about?”

  “It’s just very unusual of me not to make you come. I got a little greedy last night. I apologize for the inconvenience.” I smiled harder. “Maybe I should settle the score right now.”

  “Jude, no, I—”

  My thumb went to the red emergency button before I let her finish speaking. I turned to face her and grabbed her handbag, placing it on the floor, and then lowering to my knees in front of her.

  “Jude! What the hell are you doing?” she breathed.

  “About to make you come,” I answered simply.

  “But…here? Now?”

  “Yes, here and now.”

  “Jude, the camera—”

  “I honestly couldn’t care less about the cameras, Jenna. You know that. I guess we’ll give Mack something good to talk about when he gets home to his wife.” She was still on edge. Still looking down at me as I unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans.

  I pulled them down and her lacy nude panties came into view, looking good on top of her light-caramel skin.

  “I know you can’t wait until tomorrow,” I murmured, kissing her lace-clad pelvis. The lace was soft on my lips. I cupped her ass and brought her pussy closer to my face and she gasped.

  Slowly, I peeled her panties away, sliding them down just enough so I could see her waxed pussy.

  “You have a beautiful pussy, Jenna,” I murmured on her skin and she panted, staring down at me with big green eyes. “You smell good, too. Fresh. Clean. Even after the way I dirtied you up last night.”

  I gripped her ass tight in one hand while my other caressed the back of her thigh.

  “Stop. Teasing. Me,” she gritted out.

  “But you always get so wet when I tease you.” I looked up with smiling eyes. I knew she couldn’t take any more of the teasing. She was desperate—her body hungry for me. Her pretty pussy ready to be devoured.

  I lowered just a bit, putting my mouth in the perfect position, and slowly sliding my tongue through her folds. “Fuck, you taste so good,” I groaned and her fingernails dug into my shoulder. I pushed one of her thighs up with my hand, exposing her clit.

  It looked suckable, like a hidden pearl, ready to be treasured and adored. I slid my tongue through again, lightly sucked on the pearl, and she whimpered when I drew myself away. Her legs stiffened as I dropped my head to kiss the insides of her thighs, slowly making my way back up to her pussy, and kissing the lips too.

  “Jude, please,” she begged, her hands going to my hair. “Please.”

  I smiled up at her. She’d had enough. She wanted me to finish her. “Okay, babe.”

  Those were the last words spoken on my behalf before I ate her sweet, sweet pussy like a hungry wolf. My tongue slid up to her clit and swirled, and her back arched for me, welcoming me in.

  I pulled the hand that was on the back of her thigh away to slide a finger inside her. So fucking wet. I slid another in and her breathing stuttered. My eyes traveled up to hers and she kept her hands buried in my hair, gently moving my head in the motion she wanted.

  When she found it, she moaned loudly. “Oh, right there. Yes, right there, Jude.” I circled her clit with my tongue in slow, torturous, circles that I knew would drive her crazy.

  “Oh, Jude!” she cried lightly. “Oh, my gosh, yes!”

  Her voice was perfection. Her thighs were shaking now. She was close. I refused to lose the momentum, so I thrust a finger in and out while sucking and swirling my tongue around her clit, giving her exactly what she needed.

  Before I knew it, she squeezed my hair in her hand, and then a sharp gasp shot out of her. She cried my name like it would spare her from such an intense orgasm.

  I didn’t stop. No. I wanted to taste every last drop of her cum, so I licked and sucked, drinking it all in while she bucked. I didn’t let up until I knew she was completely done.

  She buckled over and gasped again.

  “Oh, my gosh, Jude,” she exhaled. I pulled my head back and stood, grabbing her face in one hand and studying her lips. “Why can’t you kiss my real lips the way you kissed me down there?”

  I looked down. “Those lips are different. My goal for those is to make sure they’re wet every time you’re around me.”

  She let out a shaky breath and I released her face, helping her with her panties. As she buttoned her pants, she asked, “Should I take care of that?”

  I followed her eyes and she was looking at my cock. I was hard as fuck—eager as hell after watching her come so beautifully.

  “No,” I murmured, pressing the button and getting the elevator to go again. “It’s going to be hard as hell to do, but I’ll wait until tomorrow. I have a lot planned for you, Miss Taylor.”

  She bit a smile.

  The elevator finally reached the lobby and before she got off, she turned to me, ran her palm over my mild erection, and said, “I’ll be ready for you, Mr. Clement.”

  She walked away without another word, swaying those round hips as she walked away, glancing over her shoulder once with those sexy eyes.

  Fuck.

  There it was again. I was turned on too damn much.

  I literally had to bite my fist as I walked in the opposite direction. Before I could make it to the door that led out to the parking deck, someone called my name and I looked over my shoulder.

  It was Mack, head of security.

  “Sir, I saw your elevator got stuck. Everything okay?” he asked, fully concerned, and I could tell by the look on his face that he had no clue what actually went on in that elevator. “The cameras tend to get a little messed up when the elevators get off track. Couldn’t call or check in on you to make sure everything was all right.”

  I smiled. “I’m great, Mack. Honestly, I’ve never been better.”

  I knew my statement had left him confused. Who would be happy about getting stuck on an elevator? Oh, that’s right. Me. Me and Jenna Taylor would be happy because it would be a fucking field day.

  Leave us alone anywhere and we’d leave the place smelling like pussy and sex.

  That’s why I couldn’t wait until Sunday.

  NINE

  JENNA

  Sunday had finally arrived. If what had happened in the elevator the day before was a preview for what was to come, then I was more than ready.

  I pulled out the brand-new dress I bought from Nordstrom—a little black dress that hugged every curv
e of my body—and went to the bathroom to freshen up.

  When I got out of the shower, I heard movement outside the door and knew Carrie was awake. As I got ready, I could smell the scent of coffee swimming through the hallway.

  Pulling my door open, I yelled, “Car, pour me a cup too, please?”

  I scurried back to the bathroom to finish straightening my hair. As I was about to start my makeup, Carrie came into the bathroom and placed one of the mugs of coffee down on the counter.

  “Let me guess,” she started, leaning on the frame of the door. “You’re meeting Mr. Bossy.”

  I smiled at her reflection. “It’s Sunday, Carrie.”

  She was quiet for a moment, and then she pushed off the doorframe, placing her mug down and messing with a few loose strands of my hair.

  “Are you sure you want to keep doing this, Jenna? I mean, every single Sunday?”

  “It’s just sex, Car.”

  “Yeah,” she scoffed. “Keep telling yourself that.” She dropped her arms, scanning me twice before saying, “Look, I know it started as just sex for you and that was cool. But now it seems like…well, maybe you’re wanting more from him.”

  “What!” I blinked quickly. “How?”

  She held her hands up, about to plead her case. “I just—well, whenever I came home before, you would always talk about your actual job or a meeting you had to schedule or even about a phone call, but ever since these Sundays with Clement started, all you talk about is him. How he looks at you. How he talks to you. How you can feel him looking at you from across the room.” She rolled her eyes and my gaze plummeted because, when I thought about it, she was right. “I just don’t want you to get hurt, Jenna. You’re my best friend, and since you told me he’ll be marrying that Michaela chick, I know things are only going to get more complicated for you. You won’t be able to keep meeting him privately when it happens. I’m sure you don’t want to be anyone’s mistress.”

  “I won’t be his mistress. As soon as he and Michaela do whatever they plan on doing, I’ll end it. We’re just having fun right now, Car.”

  “What about Tyler? Are you going to keep stringing him along like a puppet?”

  I narrowed my eyes at her and she threw her hands in the air, pleading her case as innocently as possible. “He’s a nice guy and to be honest, I think he’s better for you than your boss. He may not make as much money as Clement, but I’m sure he’d still be able to take care of you. Treat you like more than just a fuck.”

  I rolled my eyes and picked up my coffee to take a sip. “I’ll be fine. Besides, Tyler and I aren’t serious. We’re just talking and having fun too. I’m just keeping my options open right now.” I shrugged, like it was no big deal, but to be honest, her words really got under my skin.

  She pressed her lips and picked up her mug, taking a step back. “Just…be careful, Jenna. Seriously. The last thing I want is to see you get hurt.”

  I gripped one of her shoulders and put on a warm smile. “I will, Carrie. I promise. You have nothing to worry about.”

  Though I said those words, the conversation I had with my best friend was stuck in my head during the whole ride from Malibu to Santa Monica. Even as I unloaded in front of the upscale hotel and checked in, the conversation was heavy on my mind.

  I knew the time would come where Jude and Michaela would get married and I’d be left in the dust, forced to act like nothing had ever happened between us. Their world was completely different from mine and I had to accept that. I knew once he married her, she’d show up as much as possible because she could. Because he would be all hers and no one would be able to break that up.

  When I made it to the hotel room, I called room service and ordered breakfast. He always expected me to eat before the activities began. Liked me to maintain my energy.

  As I sat and waited, staring through the wide floor-to-ceiling window with my legs crossed, I knew I was going to have to do something I didn’t want to do.

  I was going to have to talk to Jude about the future. Seriously this time.

  I wasn’t ready for whatever this was between us to end, and from what I was gathering—with the way he showed up at the bar on Friday night and after what he said last Sunday in his sleep—I figured whatever this was between us was just getting started for him, too.

  The view from the penthouse suite was stunning. It was calm, and the waves crashed to shore softly, the sun not too far off in the distance. Even though it was winter in Santa Monica, it wasn’t too cold. It was a comforting cool—the kind of cool where you could wear a chunky sweater and boots but still rock a pair of your favorite shorts.

  After eating breakfast, I walked to the balcony and stood in front of the metal rails, soaking up some of the rays. I knew Jude would arrive soon. He emailed that morning and said he was running a little late.

  I had so much on my mind and had so many questions to ask him. What if he took a risk? How important was Michaela to him? To his family? Did he really need to marry her to get what he needed?

  Jude didn’t want to marry her. I knew it deep in my heart. But something deep in my gut told me that, despite not wanting to marry her, he was going to go through with it anyway because it’s what his family expected and if he didn’t, he’d have a lot to lose. The thought of that made my heart ache and my stomach clench.

  Which only proved that Carrie might have been right. I was too invested in this—in him. I’d given too much of myself to Jude and now that we were in this deep, it felt impossible to try and pull away.

  I was so caught up in my jumbled thoughts that I didn’t even realize anyone else was in the room. A familiar pair of arms wrapped around my midsection and reeled me back.

  My ass landed directly on his cock and he sighed in my ear, burying his nose in the crook of my neck. He held me tight from behind and I let out a soft breath because I loved this. I loved it so much. The way he held me. The way he breathed me in. The way he sighed like he had been waiting for this moment for ages.

  “Took you long enough,” I teased.

  “The meeting yesterday didn’t get wrapped up so I had to stay a little longer. Caught a few beers with the associates last night to butter them up, and then finished a few deals with them this morning.”

  “Did it go well?”

  “I’d think so. They want us to design for them in March.”

  “Oh. That’s good.” March. It seemed so far away, yet still so close. Would we still be doing this? Getting the chance to be alone every week? I turned in his arms, looping mine around the back of his neck.

  He looked down at me. “Have you eaten?”

  “Yes. A parfait with scrambled eggs. You?”

  “Grabbed something on the way.” He held my hips and turned me around, backing me into the hotel room with slow steps. When the backs of my legs hit the edge of the bed, I had no choice but to sit. He stood in front of me with his crotch close to my face. He was already hard. I don’t know why that surprised me so much.

  “I’ve been thinking about you a lot, Jenna,” he murmured, looking down at me. His eyes were hot. He licked his lips slowly, taking me all in. “Unbuckle my belt,” he ordered with a slightly harsher tone.

  I did as I was told, fumbling a bit to unbuckle it and then unbuttoning his pants.

  “Unzip them.” I did that too, and he sighed. “Pull them down.” I reached up with both hands, pulling his pants down until they were close to his ankles. He stepped out of them while loosening his burgundy tie.

  Taking a step back, he started to unbutton his white dress shirt, and when he was done, he let it hang open. My eyes ran over his chest and then down to his sculpted abs until they found what they were looking for. I stared at his cock much longer than intended. I couldn’t look away.

  “How much do you want me, Jenna?” he asked with a gruff, sexy tone, stepping toward me again.

  “A lot.” I spread my legs for him. He stopped when he was between them, the outsides of his thighs pressing on the i
nsides of mine. His hand went beneath my chin and he tipped my head up, staring into my eyes.

  “Something is on your mind,” he noted. “What is it?”

  I shook my head. Now wasn’t the time to talk about it. I wanted him. I just…wanted him. “Nothing,” I lied.

  His eyes narrowed, lips pressing thin. He took a step back, commanding lightly for me to stand up.

  I stood and he twisted me around, slowly unzipping my dress for me. He rolled the sleeves down and then pushed the material down until it was gathered around my waist. He helped me get out of it and then one of his palms pressed on the middle of my back.

  “Bend over,” he commanded softly, and I pressed my palms on the edge of the bed, breathing erratically now. “You’re going to tell me what’s on your mind after this,” he murmured. “Once I get you relaxed, make this pretty pussy of yours cum around me, you’ll have no problem telling me.”

  I swallowed hard, my breaths coming out thicker. Faster.

  “Get on all fours on the bed,” he ordered and I climbed to the middle of the bed, easing onto all fours. The bed dipped behind me as Jude climbed on. I glanced over my shoulder and he was stroking his cock with one hand. His other hand grabbed my ass. His touch was hot as he slid his hand to the crack and slid a finger through, going all the way down until he found access to my pussy.

  “Already wet,” he groaned and he moved closer, sliding that same finger into me. His thumb pressed on the puckered hole of my ass and he massaged it gently, a deep groan catching in his throat.

  I sighed and threw my head back, feeling my pussy clench around his finger. Just as I was about to work my hips, become greedy for more, he pulled his hand away, and the absence made me ache like never before.

  I didn’t know what he was doing—that is until I felt his head come between my legs. I looked down and he was focused on my pussy. His head lifted up and his tongue parted my lips.

  “I swear. This pussy of yours, Jenna. I’ve never tasted anything like it before.” He sucked and I moaned. “You have your own taste.” He sucked again and that noise most definitely drove me crazy.