Jenna's editor regarded her with cool grey eyes from across his vast and empty desk, the Manhattan skyline marching across the window behind him. She was actually a little shocked and slightly intimidated, for once in her life. Who would have thought the obsessive-compulsive asshole who had harassed her on the phone across Europe would turn out to be like this? A stone cold silver fox, immaculately dressed in (if she wasn't mistaken) a Gucci suit. And even more disturbing, as he continued to dress her down for her appalling time keeping and unprofessional attitude, she was getting a little turned on. His demeanor remained impassive and strictly controlled but she could see a slight tremor in his thigh muscle and his little finger was twitching. He fancied her! She could see the signs, and it made her nipples hard. She was perfectly happy to play the reprimanded subordinate for now, but by God she was going to enjoy getting her revenge at some point in the not so distant future, and she had a feeling he might enjoy it too.
She left his office happy for the first time in days, now that it looked like she could get back in the saddle any time she wanted, and here was another candidate striding towards her; a tall, blonde streak of male perfection with a broad grin spread across his face.
"Jenna Adams," he purred. "What a sight for sore eyes." Reaching her, he deliberately stopped far too close and raked her with his lazy green eyes. "And how have you been?" he asked, unashamedly staring down her cleavage. "The last time I saw you, you were making a fast exit from my bed." Since then it seemed he hadn't lost the ability to undress a woman with his eyes.
"Hello there, Tom," she smiled back at him. "Still fucking your way round Manhattan?"
"Oh I'm doing my best, but I sure have missed you."
As she looked up at him, she happened to glance over his shoulder and see the receptionist blush at the man who was approaching her desk from the elevator and Jenna's whole body felt the sudden shock as she recognized the familiar big dark overcoat. He had had his hair cut so short his head was practically shaved and it made his dark eyelashes look ridiculously long in his tough masculine face. Jenna's body could feel his hands touching her even from feet away, but a burning self-protective surge of anger was her chief emotion. Her tears were long gone now, and all she could see strolling into her safe American space was a bastard of a hypocrite who had fought for her heart and then trampled on it.
She tore her gaze away from Sean Lynch and took a step nearer Tom so his tall figure shielded her. Trailing a finger along his open collar, she murmured, "I don't suppose you have your own office? One with a great big desk?"
Tom didn't bother answering, he just smirked and led her down the corridor, Jenna fighting to gain control of her trembling limbs.
Tom leant against his desk with Jenna on her knees in front of him, his cock in her hand. Some women might find this position submissive but Jenna never did. She loved the power of having complete control of a man in this way, of driving him wild, especially when he was looking down at her like Tom was now and desperate for her to make her next move.
She just wrapped her hand around his shaft and examined him for a moment while he grew harder with her touch. She had forgotten how beautiful his cock was. It wasn't as big as others she had had, but it was perfectly formed and smooth and so aesthetically pleasing. She ran her thumb up and down its hard ridge and made him groan, but he was enjoying the tension. She remembered this about him too, he wasn't one to hurry. She rewarded his patience by flicking her tongue lightly against his weeping head and watched him twitch towards her mouth. His hands gripped the edge of the desk as she licked him again, this time more firmly, increasing the pressure and tightening her grip round his shaft. She felt a sudden rush of cream in her pussy as he moaned again and she sucked his head into her mouth, and swirled her tongue around him, imagining what he was going to feel like inside her. His hand sank into her hair as she started to sink further down onto him and then his hand suddenly stilled her.
"Shit, Sean," he said in a calm voice above her. "Don't you ever knock?"
Jenna froze with Tom's cock filling her mouth. Sean Lynch was still standing behind her and he hadn't moved. She could sense his speechless presence. Tom gave an embarrassed laugh and Jenna slowly removed his cock from her mouth and turned round.
Sean was standing in the doorway staring at her. This was a horrible case of deja vu. She awkwardly stood up, shielding Tom, who also seemed frozen, his rapidly shrinking erection still hanging out of his pants.
Sean looked down at Jenna's feet and she realized he was staring at her shoes. She was wearing her Laboutins. This seemed to jolt him out of his trance, and with a withering sneer he turned and left, slamming the door behind him.
Jenna stepped into the elevator ten minutes later, furious and mortified and desperate to get out of the building. She took her mood out on the ground floor button and watched the doors slide close with an overwhelming sense of relief but just as they were about to shut a large hand jammed into the space and forced them back open and before she could register what had happened Sean Lynch was glaring down at her and the elevator was moving.
She had no idea what to say to him. What could she say in a few seconds long elevator ride? All he seemed to want to do was stare at her with unconcealed fury. Shit, he was staring at her mouth she realized and she wanted to die right then and there. Then suddenly he pressed the emergency button and the elevator shuddered to a halt, and gripping her arms, he pushed her against the mirrored wall. Her breath came out in a shocked gasp and he said roughly, "I want to kiss you but I can't." Oh God, don't say it, she thought, but he did. "Not when your mouth has just been round another man's cock."
Jenna closed her eyes and breathed in his scent, so close, so familiar, such an instant turn-on her breasts were swelling and desperate for his touch. His strong hands tightened around her arms as she felt him hard against her, his anger pinning her helplessly in his grip, every ounce of her self control instantly gone. She opened her eyes to find him still staring at her, and she was suddenly so desperate for him she could hardly breathe or think. She grabbed hold of a handful of his coat and tried to pull him nearer to her, but he spun her around and forced her against the cool glass of the mirror, a hand nudging its way up the inside of her thigh, the other hand hurriedly pushing up her skirt.
He sank to his knees behind her and said quietly, "You want me, don't you?"
Jenna just arched her back and spread her legs and prayed he touched her and did it now. But he stood up and the lift suddenly juddered into movement once again.
"What?" she gasped, still slumped against the glass.
"There's a security camera up there," he said coolly with his big warm hand resting on her butt. He took hold of her arms again and when the doors opened she saw they were at the basement parking lot, and heaving her boneless body out, he guided her between the nearest parked cars and pushed her against the concrete wall, and giving her no time to gather her thoughts, spread her legs, ripped her panties off her and slid his thick fingers into her wetness. She bucked against him and cried out as he stroked her pussy and his thumb slid over her clit, and she held on to his coat and came hard, her head thrown back against the wall.
Sean didn't wait for her to recover, he turned her round and she listened to his ragged breathing as he tore at the buttons of his coat and then pushing her skirt up round her waist and nudging her feet apart with his boots, he was inside her, his thick cock sliding in deep and hard. Oh, he knew how she liked it all right and her eyes almost rolled back in her head as he pounded into her, again and again and her moans grew so loud he clamped his hand over her mouth, and she screamed into his palm as she came around his thrusting cock, and he followed her, firing hard inside her in sudden angry spurts.
His hand stayed clamped over hers for a moment as their breathing steadied and then he pulled it away and slowly withdrew from her. She tugged her skirt down and on trembling legs turned to lean her back against the wall, and with relief saw the parking lot was completely empty. Sean was tucking himself back into his pants, his dark head bent downwards, and finishing his task he leant on the wall next to her, smoothing a hand over his shorn head.
"What are you doing here Sean?" she eventually managed to say, her voice sounding loud in the echoing silence.
"Here?" he asked confused. "Isn't it obvious?" His voice was still a little broken and gruff.
"I mean here in New York."
"I work here."
She turned her head to look at him. "What do you mean you work here? In New York?"
"Yes. I live here."
"But you're British...you speak French...I presumed..."
He gave a grim little smile. "That's so you Jenna. You're always presuming and never asking. Fuck knows how you manage to be such a good journalist."
She barely noticed the compliment in this flood of new information. "Why didn't you call me?" she asked quietly.
He just shrugged. The cold of the concrete wall suddenly made her shiver. She wanted to rest her head against Sean's arm and feel the heat that always radiated from his body but she folded her arms around herself instead.
"Who is that blonde woman?"
His whole body went rigid. "What blonde woman?" he asked cautiously.
"I saw you in Paris, in Cafe Flore, with a woman. Who is she?"
He was silent for a moment and Jenna stared straight ahead as the elevator pinged and a woman exited, her heels clicking on the hard floor. Then there was the electronic beep of a car alarm being deactivated.
"She's my wife," Sean said.
The strip lights suddenly flashed bright in Jenna's eyes and her legs felt weak. She heaved herself away from the wall and walked a few steps on wobbling legs as if she were a newborn foal, her Laboutin heels hardly supporting her. She could feel Sean's cum dripping down her thighs.
"Jenna," she heard him say in a sad voice, but she kept on walking and did not stop until she was back in the elevator where she leaned her forehead against the cool glass.
Tom had Jenna spreadeagled on his bed, pressed down on her front, her arms and legs spread, her skin glistening with oil. He kneeled between her thighs, as his hands firmly ran over her back, his erect cock nudging against her ass as he massaged the tight muscles in her shoulders, and ran his hands down her arms, kneeding her biceps and running his hands back to her shoulders and down her back, working the small of her back with his fists until she moaned into the Egyptian cotton sheet. She could feel his cock oozing pre-cum onto her ass cheeks as he worked her and her sopping wet pussy ached and throbbed with pleasure. His hands moved down further to squeeze her glutinous muscles as she pushed up towards him and groaned. He spread her cheeks wide apart, and grabbing the bottle of oil drizzled more of the thick liquid onto her, so she could feel it coat her puckered hole, and his long finger anointed her and probed her until she was gasping.
"Please!" she cried, and he pushed two oily fingers inside her and scissored them apart, stretching her open, pushing her down onto the bed so her clit rubbed against the sheet.
"Oh my God, that's feels so good!" she moaned as his fingers slid in and out of her stretched ass hole, and his thumb moved down to her aching clit.
He moved over her back and bit her earlobe gently, then breathed into her ear, "Do you want my cock, Jenna?"
"Oh God, yes. Give it to me now!" she almost yelled, mindless and desperate.
His fingers continued to circle her asshole for a while longer, tantalizingly rimming her then probing inwards and stretching until she was begging him for more in breathless pants and moans and grasping handfuls of sheet. And just when she thought she couldn't stand it a moment longer, she felt him push against her teased hole with the wet head of his prick, and he entered her, slipping easily in and firmly rubbed her clit as he began to gently thrust, his breath ragged above her.
"Make me come!" she shouted as he moved deeper inside her and more firmly over her, and she was so grateful to him as he skillfully wrung a glorious release from her that made her forget everything for that moment.
Jenna lay all slippery against his chest, his cock still covered in his sticky cum when he said, "My flatmate is due back soon."
"Is that a problem?" she said, barely summoning the energy to speak.
"No. I think you'll like him. He's an underwear model."
"You're kidding me," she laughed.
"No. God's honest truth. And he's rather partial to threesomes."
Jenna smiled and kissed Tom's perfect chest. Life might throw you some curve balls sometimes but you just had to pick yourself up and get back in the game.