"You haven't gotten lucky yet today, but let’s change that." She reached out and unzipped his slacks before moving to his knees. "No moaning too loud. They'll think we have a ghost for real."
Chapter 8
The need in his voice seared her, and there wasn't anything that she wouldn't have done for him.
"Are you serious?" he whispered, and slipped his fingers into her hair.
She smiled up at him and stroked his cock a few times, coaxing it to grow and harden for her. "Yeah, as a heart attack."
Jamie leaned forward, and brushed the side of her face along his erection as he growled low in his chest. "Besides... I owe you a good chewing."
He chuckled and leaned back against the wall of cans, tugging her a little closer as she took him in her mouth. The musky taste of his lust rolled over her tongue, and she lost herself in needing him. Sucking and licking, pulling, and stroking his thickness became her desire, and she did it with fervor.
His hips bucked a few minutes into the sex, and he closed his eyes, lifting his head up and groaning. "Fuck, I'm gonna come. Move back."
"No. I wanna taste you." She moved back up and picked up her pace, working him until his entire body stiffened and his breath caught in his chest.
She drank him down and licked him clean as he watched, breathing like he'd run around the block a few times.
"That was insane, Jamie." He stroked her face before helping her up. She worked his cock back into his slacks and leaned against him, lifting on her toes to kiss him softly a few times.
"I needed to taste you anyway. I've missed being close." She licked at his mouth as someone pulled on the pantry door.
Alex opened the door, and pushed her in front of him as an older couple moved back, their eyes a little wide.
"Yep. It's got plenty of space for us to hide from the kids, dear." Alex wrapped an arm around Jamie's shoulders as they moved down the hall.
She chuckled unable to help herself. "You're so bad."
"Me? You just did the dirty with me in the pantry at my father's estate sale. There are freaking people everywhere." He moved into the largest bedroom and glanced around.
"The dirty?" she laughed. "We're resorting to being teens. I can see it now."
"I like the idea. I'm gonna pop your cherry on the plane." He wagged his eyebrows and moved up to wrap her in a tight hug before consuming her mouth.
Someone cleared their throat, and they pulled apart as Mark walked in with a pretty middle-aged woman. "This is Sarah. She's one of the attorneys who's helping with the closing on the estate."
"I'm Alex Reid. This is my personal assistant, Jamie Connors." He shook the woman's hand and moved back, touching the small of Jamie's back.
She shook the woman's hand, but as soon as Alex started talked to the attorney, Jamie made a beeline for the door. It was crazy how they could be wrapped up tightly with one another one minute and the next he was introducing her as his PA. She was, in fact, his personal assistant, but after hugging and kissing at her in front of the woman, to introduce her as such left her looking like a slutty secretary. It was disturbing on many levels.
After pushing through the hordes of people, Jamie finally made it outside and moved to the side of the porch to lean against one of the railings. Alex had to know that things like that affected her. How could he not? No one was that insensitive.
"Hey. You okay?" Mark moved up beside her, pressing his shoulder against hers.
"I've been better." She rolled her eyes and turned to watch people continue to stream in from the streets toward the house. "I just don't understand what's so damn bad about letting people know that we're together. I'm good enough behind closed doors, but..."
Tears burned her eyes and she realized how stupid she was being. The hurt from her past was pushing her toward feeling like shit, when she knew that Alex didn't feel that way about her at all. He cared for her and thought she hung the moon.
Then why hide me?
"He's an idiot, but most men are. He's just not used to having someone he plans on keeping for a while. Tell him that it hurts you, and once you've been crystal clear about it, you can get defensive and hurt if he does it again." He smiled. "You're beautiful, and he's a lucky man. Period."
"Thanks." She wiped at her tears, feeling childish. "It's fine. I need to just be clear with him about it. I'm letting my past haunt my future."
He wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "We all do. It's going to be fine."
"Thanks, Mark."