Jenna eventually reached Jericho that evening. It was a prettier town than she had expected. The main street was lined with trees and the red brick two story buildings were solid and pleasantly proportioned. She pulled up in front of a coffee shop called “Good Day Cafe” and looked at her watch. Maybe the newspaper office would still be open. She could see a dusty window above the cafe etched with the letters “Cooper County Chronicle.”
Climbing the stairs she wondered what Jack Harrison would be like. She had only corresponded with him by email and he had been so impressed with her qualifications that he hired her straight off without even speaking to her. She imagined a grizzly old newspaperman with nicotine stained teeth.
The guy who opened the door was far from that. He had tousled brown hair, a straight nose, intelligent green eyes behind heavy framed glasses and nice white teeth that were currently being displayed in his broad smile. He looked like an older, cleverer Duke. Hello Jack Harrison! But then she noticed he was holding a “World’s Greatest Dad” coffee mug and a thick gold band sat on his wedding finger. Damn.
“Jenna Adams,” she said, holding out her hand.
He had a firm handshake she noticed, and he was clearly an eye contact guy. His green eyes looked straight into hers, as he said, “You finally got here!”
She smiled back at him. God, he was cute.
“Sorry about the mess,” he said as she looked behind him at the messiest newsroom she had ever seen in her life, “organization is not my forte. Which is why I need you,” he said, pointing at her sweetly and making her heart give a little leap.
“At your service, Sir,” she said giving a silly little salute and stopping herself from adding something lewd. It wouldn’t be a great idea to proposition her married boss on the first day at work.
She thought she saw his eyes briefly graze over her chest, but she must be imagining it. She had sex on the brain at the moment.
Later on she settled into a Bed and Breakfast and had the best night’s sleep in her life, body exhausted from all the vigorous sex she’d been getting. Life in the mid west was sure turning out to be interesting.
The next day she joined Jack in the office and they both attempted to make sense of the piles of paperwork. Somewhere underneath were buried two reasonably new PCs.
“I took this operation over from my Dad not long ago,” Jack explained, “We need to join the twenty first Century as soon as possible.”
In the heat of the afternoon, a fan whirring in her face, Jenna got to work on the online Paper’s website, but she couldn’t concentrate. She had a view of Jack’s broad back and the hair curling over his collar. She wanted to run her fingers through it and then push them into the front of his shirt and through his chest hair. She squirmed in her chair and sucked a pencil, staring at the back of his head. It seemed she was developing an enormous crush already. And damned if she wasn’t getting turned on. She pinched a nipple through her shirt and squeezed her legs together, then found her hand pushing up her skirt and straying to her crotch, rubbing herself through the cotton of her panties. She moaned and Jack spun round. Jenna pulled her hand away from her crotch so violently she whacked it on the desk and a pain shot through her fingers.
“Jenna!” Jack cried, leaping up from his chair, “Are you OK?”
She shook her head with tears in her eyes, and grasped her throbbing wrist.
He insisted on taking her to the emergency room, but she wouldn’t let him stay with her. He had far too much to do, and she was in enough pain without having the added torture of his kind solicitations.
It was a tiny country hospital and she was the only patient there. The middle-aged nurse took her details and then promptly disappeared.
“Jenna Adams?” A deep voice said and she looked up and thought she was hallucinating. He was tall and blondes dressed in green scrubs and utterly drop dead gorgeous.
She just stared at him with an open mouth.
“Jenna?” he said again, the sound of her name on his lips making her shiver.
He took her into a tiny room and directed her to sit on the bed. “Is it your wrist?” he asked gently. God, he must think she was retarded or something, the way she was staring at him. She nodded and his warm, soft hand gently touched her. “Does that hurt?” he asked and she winced and nodded again. His short blonde hair was an inch from her lips as he bent over and wiggled her fingers, “How about that?” Oh God, she was so turned on she was wet. She shifted on the bed and his head moved closer. “I don’t think anything’s broken,” he said, looking up at her through long eyelashes, “I’ll just strap it up for you.”
He went away and came back almost immediately with a bandage in his hand. Her head was at a level with his crotch, and she was so tempted to hold out her good hand and touch him. She almost moaned as he gently wrapped the bandage round her wrist, arm brushing against her thigh.
“Are you OK?” he asked.
“No,” she whimpered. “Can I ask you something Doctor?”
“Sure,” he said smiling down at her.
“Is it normal to be turned on all the time?”
He took a deep breath and stammered, “Um…that depends on your definition of normal.”
“I had sex with four different guys in twenty four hours. Is that normal?”
“Let me show you something,” Jenna said, now desperate to get his advice. She pulled up her skirt and opened her legs to show him the soaking wet crotch of her panties, “Now that’s not normal is it?”
His pupils dilated as he stared at her crotch. She looked down and could see the gusset had ridden up her and her pussy lips were on full display.
He licked his lips, and she felt her nipples harden. Oh God, please touch me, she thought.
He was still staring at her, so she touched herself. This time it was him who moaned, and his hand went to the burgeoning hard-on in his pants.
“Oh God, Doctor!” she cried. “Please fuck me!”
Something in him seemed to snap and he grabbed her arms and kissed her, pushing a desperate tongue into her mouth, moaning softly as he greedily devoured her. His hands went to her breasts and he squeezed and kneaded them through her shirt and bra, as his tongue continued to wrestle with hers.
She shuffled to the edge of the bed and pulled him against her, ramming her aching crotch against his hard cock. He moaned again into her mouth and pinched her nipples, then let go and impatiently pushed his scrubs down, releasing his cock from his tight white underpants. He quickly grasped the shaft and slowly slid it up and down her soaking slit. She squeezed his tight ass as he pulled her panties to one side and the head of his cock found its way to her needy opening. Their mouths still welded together, she gasped into his mouth as he slowly pushed into her, inch by delicious inch. He groaned and pulled his mouth away and rested his forehead against hers, blue eyes staring through long eyelashes, panting hot breath as he slowly and achingly sank into her, then pulled out and sank into her again. The slow rhythm he was building was driving her to delirium. Any moment now she was going to start talking in tongues.
“Oh Doctor,” she groaned, “That feels so good….Oh, make me come!”
And he rocked into her, massaging the head of his cock over and over again, mouth open, eyes half closed, until she came in ragged cries and he pulled out and pumped his hot juices onto the paper covering of the bed.
“Next time you need some emergency treatment,” he gasped, still shaking, “be sure to come to me.”