Richard watched her sitting there so awkward and shy. He didn't know why but he wanted to ease her discomfort. He turned away and began to run the warm water and reached for a washcloth. "Okay. Well, now you've got a little more experience, don't you? But to answer your question, some men stay hard for awhile. Some don't. It's no big deal. Just a difference. "
Jenny sat quiety while he wrung the water out of the washcloth. He knelt beside her. Very gently he lifted her hand and washed it very thoroughly. He folded the cloth and slipped it under her panties. He soothed it over her throbbing mound and looked into her eyes. "And babe, just so you know, when you do finally let me put it in, you won't ever have to worry about me coming first. Because it will always stay hard long enough for me to make you come, too. I promise. "
Chapter Three
Jenny opened her eyes the next morning and was immediately immobilized by the double force of anticipation and horror. Last night had been amazing. Totally scary, but amazing. She looked over at the clock. Wow. Eight-thirty. Last night when she got home, she didn't think she would ever be able to get to sleep. But after her head hit the pillow, she didn't remember anything else. She guessed great sex would do that to you. She swung her legs off the bed and felt them shake when she thought about the orgasm she had last night. Never in her life had she experienced anything that deep and strong. She was no stranger to orgasms, thank God. She could usually climax no matter what. But not like that! Holy crap, it had been so deep and internal. And all from just heavy petting!
She desperately wanted to experience it again. But she knew she shouldn't. The guy was a mobster, or a gangster or something. She couldn't get involved with him. Her life was calm and orderly. Safe. She never did anything wrong. She was a member of the P.T.O. My God, she hadn't even had a speeding ticket in fifteen years.
At the thought of never getting what her body wanted, she found herself questioning the whole situation.
Even though the nature of his business worried her, his intentions toward her didn't. Except in a sexual manner, she didn't feel threatened by him at all. He was dominant and wanted to be in control, but his purpose was purely sexual, and his impulses toward her were gentle, charming even. He loved to kiss her hand, and her fear of him had disturbed him. No, he didn't mean her any harm.
It wasn't like this was going to lead to anything, anyway. He just wanted sex. He had been blunt at dinner when he had spelled out his need to screw her for a few days. She tried to convince herself that she didn't need to worry about his occupation. They could have this time together, and then it would be over. She had to do this. She couldn't imagine going through the rest of her life wondering what it would have been like with him. She wanted to sleep with him, and she was going to. And then it would be over.
She could handle that, right?
She thought about last night again.
After Richard had escorted her to her car last night, he had opened the door for her and held her hand as she sat behind the wheel. He crouched down beside her and didn't let go of her. He looked down at their joined hands and scowled. "Jenny. " She remembered the euphoria she had felt when he called her by her name for the first time. "Don't get home and start worrying that you did something wrong tonight. I am going to come pick you up tomorrow about five. I don't want to hear any bullshit about it not being a good idea, or whatever. Pack a toothbrush and an extra pair of panties. You're spending the night with me, and you're going to need them. "
Jenny sat stunned as he put her hand to his lips, and gently kissed it. He reached in and smoothly fastened her seatbelt. He closed the door with a click.
The memory jolted her. He had known she would question her actions.
Her cell phone started ringing on her bedside table. She took a deep breath and tried to concentrate on today instead of last night. Could it be him? When they had been at dinner the night before, he had snagged her cell and programmed his number into her phone and vice-versa. She stared at it with agitation and excitement.
She grabbed it and answered. "Hello? "
"Jen, it's me. " Jenny felt her spirits take a small nosedive and then perked up to the conversation.
"Renee. Oh my God. Did you survive the boss from hell last night? You didn't break the code, did you? Tell me you didn't. " Jenny waited in anticipation. One could never tell with Renee. She preached one thing, and then usually practiced another.
"No. I'm still clean. The wives of America have no reason to hate me. But I swear Jen, the more I pulled back, the more he pushed. I really need to talk to you about it. But it's going to have to wait.
Have you heard from Amy? I'm really worried. I know she's still alive and in one piece, but that's about it. She was very evasive in our thirty-second conversation. And it sounded like what she said to me was rehearsed, you know? " There was real worry in Renee's tone and Jenny tried not to get alarmed by what she was hearing.
"Okay. What do you need me to do? " Her voice was edged with concern.
"Nothing right now. I'll start making some phone calls and let you know what's going on. Did you find your way home last night? " Jenny was relieved by the teasing in her friend's voice. She couldn't be that worried about Amy if she could tease her about getting lost. But now was not the time to tell Renee what had happened. She still wanted to savor the clandestine quality of the experience for a while.
"Yep, I did. No big deal. Sorry about that. Again. "
"No problem. Talk to you later, Jen. "
After she ended the call, Jenny padded into the kitchen to make coffee and think. She grinned to herself. She was going to get laid tonight! The thought was amazingly exciting and thoroughly terrifying at the same time. And, holy crap, she only had eight hours to get ready. She downed her coffee and ran to her bedroom to throw on some clothes. She was going shopping!
At five minutes before five o'clock, Jenny heard a car pull up. She hadn't received a phone call or a text from him and was kind of apprehensive that he wouldn't show. Not so. Her veins heated with need as she moved the curtain aside to get a peek. He was in a big, black shiny Chrysler 300. Oh great. The epitome of the American mobster car. She steeled her nerves and went to the door.
The door pulled open and Richard saw Jenny standing there. Holy Shit. Crap. He knew at once that he was in trouble. Last night she had been dressed for a restaurant meal with her friends. And that had excited the shit out of him. Tonight she was dressed for the man who had made her cream her panties the night before. Mother fucker. He was going to have a Goddamn heart attack. Her hair was long and flowing down her back in loose curls. She had some kind of make-up stuff on her face that seemed to glimmer. She was wearing a low-rise skirt that flared around her upper thighs and barely covered her sweet little ass. A clinging peach-covered cami molded low over her chest and didn't cover the top of her fine little tits in a lacy-green bra. Those tits were pushed up high and begging for his mouth. He let his eyes follow her perfect, smooth legs to where she teetered on impossibly high gold platform sandals. Her toes were painted hot pink and matched her fingernails as she stood back and let him look his fill.
Fuck. He felt his tension escalate and need pulsed through his system. The slow seduction was obviously not going to happen tonight. His plans of a long, hunger-filled game of cat and mouse would have to wait. He pushed the door farther open and walked in.
Jenny stepped back as Richard crowded her space. He glanced away from her face. He looked around the room. "Nice place. "
"Thanks. " She continued her retreat as he advanced on her farther. She stopped when her back hit the wall. She stared at him in fascination as he lifted her hand to his mouth. He held it tightly and turned it over and put his lips gently on her palm. Her heartbeat went into overdrive. He looked into her eyes. He picked up her other hand and pulled her arms out to her sides. He looked her up and down.
"Nice. " She tensed at the growled word. He pushed her hands up on either side of her head and held them there while he continued to look her up and down. She hung against the wall, stunned at his actions. He lowered his head and claimed her lips with his. His tongue pushed into her as he plundered her mouth. Jenny lost all sense of time as his belt bit into her torso and his erection pushed against her stomach. He ripped his mouth from hers and moved to her ear. One of her hands was freed as he grabbed her hair.