Sexual Encounter (Encounter #1) Read online

  I kiss him more deeply, getting lost in this moment. Forgetting about who he is and how wrong of me it is to do this. Because, right now, I need this. I need to feel his hands on me. Then out of the blue, he snakes his strong hand into my pants and cups my sex. “You’re so wet,” he says.

  “Don’t talk,” I tell him and pull his lips back to mine. My hand slides up the back of his neck, and finally, after way too much time thinking about it this morning, I touch his hair. It’s as smooth as silk beneath my fingers. I don’t want to think about him being Tom’s attorney or that we can’t do this again or anything else. I just want him to touch me, to please me. Then slowly, I mean painfully slowly, he skims open my pussy lips and touches my clit. The sensation alone almost makes me come.

  I haven’t had a man touch me in over a year. My body is so hungry for attention that my nerves are all on high-alert, tingling in anticipation. His cock is hard against my leg, and as much as I want to touch it, I can’t bring myself to move, not with what he’s doing to me. My mind is screaming for more, even though this is so wrong, but my body, fuck, he’s got my body locked under a spell.

  Then he adds one, followed by a second finger inside me and I gasp. His arm still has a tight hold around me, and I feel like I’m losing my hold on reality.

  “Jesus, you’re tight.”

  My breathing is harsh—ragged—as he pumps my pussy the way no other man ever has with only his hand. His fingers have me on a cloud, floating from the pleasure he’s giving me. So gentle, yet a tad bit rough and I like it.

  His lips move to my neck, where he nips and sucks on the skin, sending a chill through my bones all the way to the tips of my fingers. Leaning my head back, I whimper, already about to come undone, and give over to him and the control he has.

  Then someone knocks on his office door, and it stops my orgasm from beginning, but he doesn’t stop or respond to the knock.

  He only pays attention to me. “Come for me,” he commands, and as I look into his eyes, I trust him and want to come. Forgetting about everything, good and bad, right and wrong, I relish in the pleasure he’s giving me, lost under his gaze that is so consuming. He waits for me to do as he says while his fingers fuck me so well. “One second,” he yells to whoever is outside the door, then he says in a harsher tone to me. “Come! Now!”

  And my body falls from this world, spiraling in a heady tailspin of bliss, blazing with so much ecstasy I don’t know what he’s doing to me or how. I whine loudly and he covers my mouth, but whispers into my ear, “That’s it, come hard for me like a good girl.”

  My body finally settles, and he sits my ass back in the chair. Licking his own fingers dry, as he readjusts his cock, he sits in his chair across from me. “Come in,” he calls out, and in walks an older woman with a sweet smile on her face. “Oh, Mr. Jordan, I’m sorry, I didn’t know you had a client.” Her accent is Southern, and I want to tell her it’s okay, so maybe she’ll stay for a bit and let me pull myself back together from the whirlwind of a finger-banging I just took.

  But I can’t find my voice. I can’t even feel my fingers as I look down at them splayed across my thighs. I haven’t come from being fingered since I was in high school. And looking at Jett as he signs papers for the woman, with his hand that was just inside of me, I think I could come from just about anything he does.

  But I can’t. What am I thinking? He’s Tom’s lawyer and dabbling in that sort of shit is bound to get us both in trouble. If Tom found out what we’d just done, he’d be sure that I was left with nothing. I can imagine it now, the pride Tom would take making me feel like a slut and then accusing me of being with Jett just to get more money from him.

  “Thank you, Cindy,” Jett says as the woman leaves and closes the door behind her. I peek back at it scared, and I’m not sure why. I like what he just did to me, and if I’m being honest with myself, I wish he could do more.

  Neither of us says a thing, and it reminds me of the awkward silence we had in the elevator while we both pretended he wasn’t fantasizing about my ass. “Tell me what you’re thinking?” he finally asks.

  “That was so wrong.”

  “Is that your head or body telling you that?”

  “Doesn’t matter! We shouldn’t do this. No, we can’t do this.”

  “That’s just your head. What’s your body saying? Tell me.” He’s so blunt; I love it.

  “It’s…it’s screaming for more.”

  “Natalie, listen, I know this is wrong and unethical of me to cross the line with you the way I have, but I can’t help myself. I need more of you, even though I shouldn’t.”

  “You don’t even know me, Jett.”

  “But I want to.”

  “So what, you wanna fuck and use me, then once you’ve satisfied that urge you can move on?”

  “No!” he yells loudly, and I jump a little. Clearly, I’ve agitated him. “Being with you like this makes me want to know you better.”

  “Jett, let’s slow down. I came here for the offer you have from Tom, not this. It was great. But I need to know what it is that he’s offering so I can end things with him before I can even consider starting something else.”

  Jett looks down at his hands which are folded across his desk, and I stare too, finding myself wanting him to finger me again despite what I just said. “I…I don’t have an offer for you…yet, Natalie.”

  Rage consumes me. He what? He used me. He lied. He lured me down here with one thing and one thing only on his mind…sex or whatever the fuck you’d call what he just did to me. But the point is he lied, the same way all men lie.

  Chapter 3

  Jett

  “Get it,” I tell my dog, Oliver, as he darts into the cool Pacific Ocean after his favorite neon blue ball.

  It’s early in the morning, and a dense fog has settled on the beach. This is one of my favorite times of the day when I can relax my wound up mind and focus on things as a whole.

  Oliver runs back to me, his wet, tan coat is dripping, but he has his ball tucked into his teeth and a huge smile on his face. “Drop it,” I tell him and he listens right away. I chuck it again, walking down the wet sand. As I try and pull my thoughts together, they are all on Natalie and how I fucked up.

  Christ, being with her like that was better than I ever could’ve fantasized and she didn’t even touch me. Her lips, her smell, her noises, her kisses, her tight fuckin’ cunt, that woman is unreal. Typically, I don’t date or have a desire to, but she’s got my mind spun up.

  And it’s not like me to have a woman cloud my thoughts. Especially seeing the wreck and ruin of relationships parading through my office, day in and day out. Watching people who once loved each other turn on one another and spew hate and poison, they don’t make marriage look good, that’s for damn sure. Now, for the first time in my life, the thoughts and feelings I’m having towards Natalie are making me want to take the very risk I’ve sworn off.

  It was wrong of me to lure her to my office the way I did, but I honestly thought Tom might break, and I had to see her, so it was either that or show up at her house like a stalker.

  On the walk back to my house, I call my assistant. “Good morning, Mr. Jordan.”

  “Hi Jasmine, could you please do me a favor when you get into the office?”

  “I’m already here; I came in early.”

  “Great. Can you pull all the real estate documents for the Valero divorce?”

  “Sure, should I email them to you?”

  “Yes, that would be great.”

  We hang up, and I take a seat on a huge washed up log. It’s been here for months now. It came in during a storm and has been stuck ever since. Looking out at the vast view, I contemplate how to make things right with Natalie. I know I need to tread lightly. Clearly, she has been hurt by men, I can tell just by the comments she’s made about them and from working for her asshole soon-to-be ex-husband.

  Oliver sits next to me, and I scratch the top of his wet head. Poor guy must’ve got
ten toppled by a wave.

  Getting back to my house, my mind still doesn’t feel clear, and I’m not sure how to fix it. I shower then check my email and see the one from Jasmine. Looking through it at all the properties Tom owns, it’s ridiculous. No person needs that many houses, no matter who they are. He really could put his money to better use.

  Getting into my car, I make the short trip up the coast of Malibu to Natalie’s beach house. I’m surprised I’ve never seen her before considering how close in proximity we live to each other.

  The house is massive, an extravagant glass fortress. As I walk up to the front door, I replay what I plan to say to her over and over in my mind.

  Pressing down on the doorbell button, I find my palms clammy, and that’s a first.

  She answers in a pair of sweats, her long hair down to her waist, and I swallow, completely taken aback. I thought she looked amazing in yoga pants, but damn, she’s sexy in sweats.

  “What are you doing here?” she asks aggravated.

  “First of all, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done what I did. But would you please hear me out?”

  “Why? So you can lie to me again?”

  “I didn’t mean to lie, Natalie.”

  “But you did.”

  “Yes, I did.”

  “Jett, I dealt with years of Tom lying, so that is the last thing I need.”

  “I know, and again I’m sorry. But I had to see you.”

  “Then you should’ve asked.”

  “I know. But I have an idea, would you let me explain?”

  She steps out of the way, and I enter her home. It smells like her, and I think I’ve finally worked out what it is: cotton and the fresh sea air. “Do you want coffee?”

  “No, thanks.”

  She sits on the couch with her coffee in hand, and I sit next to her, making sure that I keep my distance even though I would prefer to climb on top of her and put my cock in between her sexy lips.

  “Well?” she asks, and I shake away the crude thoughts.

  “Natalie, I like you, and I want you to know that even though I technically work for Tom, I’m only doing it because he’s gifting me a box suite to his team as part of the payment.” She sips her coffee, not responding, and I’m finding her hard to read. I’m not sure if it’s because she’s pissed or if it’s because she’s playing hard to get. “Before you came to my office yesterday, I spoke with Tom for over thirty minutes.”

  “I bet that was brutal,” she says under her breath, and I smile.

  “It was, but I wanted to break him and get a deal for you. I truly have your best interests in mind. I thought I could make it happen. I hoped I could, but I couldn’t wait for him any longer. Like I said, I had to see you.”

  “Then why not ask me to dinner?”

  “Because we can’t be seen out together.”

  “But it’s okay for you to finger me in your office?”

  “I couldn’t help myself, Nat, you have to believe me.”

  “But you work for Tom, Jett—”

  “Technically, yes!” he cuts me off. “But honestly, my interests are in you. I don’t like Tom. The way he treats you, he’s like a relentless pitbull—he won’t stop, and it’s disturbing. Let me help you end this, and in return, I’m only asking that you give me a chance.”

  “What does that look like?”

  Reaching over, I touch her cheek. She automatically leans into my touch and closes her eyes. “Do you like this?” I ask her, and she nods. With her eyes still closed, I don’t say another word. I lean in and kiss her again. The instant our mouths touch, a combustion of sexual tension clouds my senses, and I find myself quickly hovering over her. Her slim body is outstretched beneath mine. Her legs slack to the sides, and I can’t help but grind my cock against her.

  She whines and pushes hard against my lips, letting me kiss her aggressively, and then drops her head back. My mouth attacks her body with kisses. Her neck is so soft, and as I move over the ridge of her collarbone, it fits perfectly beneath my teeth. I nip on the thin skin and know that I have to have her and it won’t be just once.

  Dragging my tongue down the middle of her chest, she keeps urging her hips upwards. My dick is straining against the inside of my pants so hard the tip is numb.

  I pull her shirt down and pop out one of her tits. Her hard pink nipple almost makes me lose my mind, and I have to stop, holding it in between my fingertips.

  “What’s wrong?” she asks, and I shake my head. There is absolutely nothing wrong, but if I don’t take things slowly right now, I’ll end up tearing her clothes off like she’s a fucking birthday present and drilling her so deep she won’t be able to sit straight for a week.

  “I want you,” I tell her.

  And she looks up at me with uncertainty. “I don’t know what you’re doing to me, Jett, but I want you too. And I don’t do this; I don’t sleep around. I’ve only ever been with a few guys.”

  Hearing her say that makes me want her more. She’s probably never been treated right or shown what her body is capable of. She’s been stuck with some schlep like Tom, who doesn’t give a real shit about her desires.

  My phone rings and I ignore it, only focusing on Natalie. “Don’t you need to get that?” she asks me, and I shake my head, leaning into her neck as I push away the noise, but as soon as it stops, it starts again, and angrily I answer it. “What?”

  “Mr. Jordan, you’re due to be in court regarding the Lorenzo case in thirty minutes, I just wanted to remind you since you’re not here yet.”

  “I’ll be there,” I snap at Jasmine and hang up.

  Dammit!

  I’m pissed at myself. How did I not remember that I had court today? I know exactly how. Natalie. She’s clouding my judgment. She’s making me do and think things I never would have before I met her. “I have to go,” I tell her, and she looks up at me with those eyes. Those sexy fucking eyes that are begging me to fuck her, and it kills me to go.

  “Can you come to my office this afternoon, say one o’clock? I wanna see what we can do to end this with Tom once and for all.”

  “Okay,” she says, and I kiss her one last time, leaving her lying beautifully on her plush white couch. Her legs are still spread open for me, and her pants have a small marking of wetness on them. I’m not sure if it’s from her or me, but regardless, had that gone any longer we both would’ve been a whole lot wetter. I’m not done with Natalie Valero…far from it.

  Chapter 4

  Natalie

  “It’s okay, Ralph, just give it a few more days,” I tell my uncle regarding the divorce settlement. I don’t want to let him know what happened between Jett and I. I can’t have Tom finding out that there’s a smidge of anything going on between us. He’d flip his fucking lid, ‘cause that’s the way Tom is.

  When I first met Tom, I thought his goofy, energetic behavior was fun, but then it became too much, so overpowering and controlling, and not in a good way. He ordered me around like I was his property and became verbally abusive if I didn’t do exactly what he wanted.

  Then when my mom died, the prick couldn’t seem to take any time off work to be there for me, even though it was the off-season for football. And I was so consumed with doing everything I could to save my mother, but there was nothing to be done—the cancer was too bad. I felt hurt that Tom wasn’t supportive at all. It was the last straw for me. I dealt with his shit for far too long, so I finally said enough was enough. Deep down, I knew long before that our marriage was over and I should’ve ended things earlier. Now all I can do is move forward and not let him screw me over ever again.

  You hungry? Jett texts me, and I smirk a little, wondering what’ll happen when we meet today. The last two times we’ve seen one another, the pull of sexual tension has been through the roof, unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before and that’s new to me. But for some reason, when it comes to Jett, he has me curious—needy—wanting more.

  I could eat.

  I bet you co
uld is his response and I feel like I blush a million different shades of red, standing in the middle of my bedroom.

  Since Jett left my house this morning, he’s all I can think about, and the distraction is nice for a change. For the first time in a while, I’m not consumed with the stresses of Tom and the divorce.

  Hopping in my car, I put the top down, enjoying the warm day. It’s still seventy-five degrees in January and one of the reasons I love living in California. I also grew up here, so it’s the only place I’ve ever called home.

  Traffic is light, and I find myself getting lost in a daydream about Jett. My phone rings and I answer it automatically.

  “Hello?”

  “How’s my slut of a wife?” Tom asks, his voice like an ice pick straight through my skull.

  “What the fuck do you want, Tom?”

  “I need to use the beach house.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “Remember, Jerry is getting married, I want to have his bachelor party there.”

  “You can’t be serious?”

  “Sure I can.”

  “Out of all the houses you own, you want to have it at the one I live in?”

  “Yup, so I’ll need it all weekend long. I trust you can be out by…let’s say noon on Saturday? You can spend more of my money at the Waldorf or something.”

  “Tom, please don’t.”

  “Don’t what?” he snaps at me. “The house is in my name, Natalie, you need to start seeing that. I don’t care if your washed up mother spent her final days there or not. It’s mine.”

  “Don’t do this, I’m begging you. It’s the last thing I have of her.”

  “Fuck you, Natalie,” he barks and hangs up on me. Tears prick my eyes. What I finally thought was some time away from him clouding my thoughts…isn’t…at all. Tom knows just how to shit on me.

  Parking out front of Jett’s building, I pull myself together, and now more than ever, I’m determined to end this. I need to be done with Tom, once and for all, and if Jett can help me do it, then so be it.