Jessie Slaymaker's Non-Existent Love Life (The Jessie Slaymaker Series) (11 page)

‘You were about to put your cock in me,’ she said breathlessly. He obliged, gently scooping aside her panty string again and pushing his cock deep inside her. She gave him a moan of satisfaction as he penetrated her and began thrusting slowly. She wrapped her legs around him, making an angle where he went deeper and deeper still inside her.

They quickly found their rhythm, gradually going harder and faster against the wall. Jack could tell she was enjoying herself, judging by the escalating series of moans coming from deep inside her, and he briefly wondered if Jessie’s neighbours would be able to hear them. It was highly likely. He felt her climax as her insides twitched on him, and that pushed him over the edge. He felt his own satisfaction as he came in her. They remained glued to each other, up against the wall, her legs still wrapped around him for a moment after, just holding each other.

Jessie slowly peeled herself away from him, one leg at a time.

‘My legs,’ she cried, as she collapsed like a heap of jelly onto the floor.

‘Pitiful,’ Jack said, smiling at her broken body and forlorn little face. ‘Be right back.’

‘Hey, you’re supposed to rescue me,’ Jessie called out in mock helplessness.

‘I just did,’ he shouted out from her bathroom.

When he returned to the hallway,
sans
condom, she hadn’t budged an inch from the floor.

‘Help me,’ she begged, holding her hands up to him. ‘You broke this old body of mine and the least you could do is help me up.’

‘Not old, just a few rusty joints from disuse,’ he quipped, scooping her up easily into his arms.

‘My my, what big muscles you have,’ Jessie quipped back in a sarcastic tone, feeling one of his biceps with a mock disappointed expression on her face as he carried her through to her bedroom.

Jack just smiled and chucked her onto the bed as though she were as light as a feather. He collapsed alongside her and they lay looking into each other’s eyes, not talking, for a long time. He was butt naked and Jessie still had her dress on, albeit a screwed-up twisted version of it.

Jessie drifted off into a light post-coital satisfied sleep. When she woke up Jack hadn’t budged. He was still transfixed by this woman. He couldn’t put his finger on
what
it was about her exactly that he liked so much. Yes, she was absolutely stunning to look at, but he liked her personality a great deal too. She didn’t put on airs or graces like some women he knew. She was natural in speech, didn’t lie as far as he could tell. She had been truthful to him about her feelings for Charlie, anyway. Jessie seemed to be genuinely comfortable with who she was and how she carried herself. Plus, she was a demon in the sack, with a dirty mouth to boot, which he found a real turn-on.

Jessie was most unlike the women he had spent time with back in China, where his general mantra had been to bag the beauty in the room, regardless of what kind of personality lived between the ears. The women he’d known in China were either elite, highly educated social climbers with a mission statement to marry well, or they were poorer, less well-educated social climbers with a mission statement to marry extremely well. His Chinese girlfriends had wanted to please him and look after him at first. That had been all well and gratefully received, until they started pressuring him for commitments that usually involved the purchase of a diamond and the setting of a date. He might have been wrong, but he didn’t think Jessie would have made it her life’s work to please him and then pressure him for a ring. She just didn’t think like that, let alone operate that way.

Jack’s mind wandered back to his years in China, and he couldn’t stop himself from thinking about Sonia. Sonia Shum was a supremely intelligent woman who spoke five languages fluently and was heiress to a Hong Kong billionaire’s fortune. Despite her privileged background, she’d worked hard for her achievements in life and was an astute and respected businesswoman in her own right. She was also a good friend of Jack’s. There was nothing romantic in the traditional sense between them, but there was a shared-bond life experience between them which counted for a huge amount. Sonia had been somewhat of a surrogate sister during his time in Asia, and he couldn’t help wondering what she would think of Jessie.

Jessie opened her eyes while he was lost in thought, thinking of people and places that seemed like a lifetime ago.

‘So serious,’ she said, smiling at him and pushing her forefinger softly over the slight frown line between his eyes.

‘Can I have my shower now?’ she added, rousing him properly back into the here and now.

‘I suppose you may,’ Jack replied, sitting up and putting a pillow across his lap, suddenly aware of his complete nakedness.

With his permission granted, Jessie seemed to spring to life. She jumped out of bed, obviously rejuvenated from her nap. She ran off to her ensuite and started running the shower and generally clattering around in there before returning to stand suggestively in the doorway.

‘Forget something?’ Jack asked, drinking her in.

‘Yes… you,’ she said as suggestively as her stance.

‘Well, you’re going to have to try harder than that. I already showered today,’ he replied casually, his attention suddenly wholly focused on massaging his elbow.

‘Okay, have it your way,’ Jessie said, sounding resigned. Still standing in the doorway to her bathroom, she wiggled her tight dress up past her hips, over her waist, past her shoulders and over her head before she tossed it in the general direction of the laundry basket in the corner of the room. She stood there, looking at him in all her underwear glory, obviously waiting for a favourable response. She was wearing a black lace bra to match her G-string, and her tits were literally spilling out over the top. He could even see the slightly darker pink poking out of the top of the cups, denoting where her nipples began.

Jack lay there with his mouth slightly ajar, transfixed by the beauty of her body. He could already feel himself starting to get hard again, and she hadn’t even touched him yet.

‘This lace is really chafing me. Better take it off,’ she said, reaching behind her to unclasp her bra. She removed it slowly to reveal her full breasts. They looked heavy, which made Jack ache to hold them and suck on her already-hard nipples. Next, she took of her thong, smelled it, and threw it at him. He automatically followed her lead and sniffed, inhaling her scent deeply.

‘Still wet?’ he asked as he got up and followed her into the bathroom.

Chapter 34

Jessie felt good. Great in fact when she actually came to think about it properly. The mood enhancers—that be powerful orgasms—had given her that extra spring in her step that her morning latte was unable to do. She’d had every intention of kicking Jack out by Saturday afternoon at the latest. But Saturday afternoon had turned into a late pub lunch and a few drinks, which had morphed into an evening takeaway and a late-night film at her place. Before she’d realised where the time had vanished to, it was dark outside on Sunday evening as she had finally managed to push him out the door.

‘What a lovely weekend,’ she sighed happily to herself as she trotted into work on Monday morning in a dreamy haze.

‘Morning, Jessie,’ Charlie said loudly, grinning widely as he marched past her desk.

‘Morning,’ she replied as she nearly spewed her precious coffee over her not-so-precious keyboard. She’d practically forgotten all about Charlie over the weekend, seeing as she’d been somewhat preoccupied with
other things
with another someone whose last name also happened to be Davenport.

‘Oh Jessie,’ Charlie called across the office floor.

‘Yes,’ she replied, this time not in danger of any coffee spillage. She stood up so she could see him better over the partitions.

‘You still on for tomorrow?’ Charlie said in an assumptive tone rather than a genuinely enquiring one.

‘Yes, sure,’ she replied, attempting a cool and casual tone.

‘Good. Only lets make it a lunch thing instead,’ he declared, turning and heading off to his office. He hadn’t even waited for a reply or deigned to ask her if lunchtime was convenient for her. She was free. Of course she was free, but it would have been nice to have been asked properly. She couldn’t help but compare him to his brother. She was almost certain Jack would have asked if she was available rather than just assuming so.

Then she felt a wave of guilt wash over her. Although she knew it was silly, she suddenly felt like she had spent the entire weekend being unfaithful to Charlie. She tried to reconcile herself with the fact that she was a free agent, but she still couldn’t shake the feeling that she’d been two-timing him. To try and make herself feel better, she vowed not to think about Jack until after her lunch date with Charlie. She felt she owed that much to Charlie at least, and he deserved to not be continually compared to his brother. The thought that Charlie most likely went home with Nadia on Friday night never even entered her mind, such was her feeling of romantic inferiority whenever it came to matters involving Charlie Davenport.

That Monday lunchtime she called Tom for a serial update. She’d been dodging his calls all weekend, and calling him back with a gossip fill was the least she could do after all his help choosing her date outfit. It had turned out to be a great outfit choice, in the end. Tom belly laughed when she told him she’d completely misunderstood Charlie’s intentions and that it had turned out to be a double date. Then Tom sounded quietly subdued when she told him that Jack was also part of the double date and that she’d seen him a bit over the weekend. In fact, he didn’t say much at all when she mentioned Jack’s name. So much so that Jessie had to check he was still there, that they hadn’t been cut off. Still, he seemed to perk up when she told him about her impending real date with Charlie the next day. In fact, Jessie thought that Tom seemed surprisingly cheery whilst she’d been talking about Charlie.

Chapter 35

Tuesday lunchtime came and Jessie couldn’t help but notice that she was feeling a distinct lack of butterflies in the tummy department with regard to her upcoming one-on-one time with Charlie. She’d had a massive dose of the aforesaid butterflies before their supposed date the previous Friday; so what had changed since then? she asked herself. Well, she knew the answer to that—but she wasn’t supposed to be thinking about him.

For her official date with Charlie, Jessie had opted for one of her usual black pencil skirts and a mint-coloured fitted shirt, which she’d tucked in in a bid to accentuate the smallness of her waist. She still had to work, so she’d deliberately kept the look demure and professional. She just made sure she’d chosen to wear her especially tight pencil skirt, her highest work heels, and, taking a leaf out of Nadia’s book, she’d unbuttoned her shirt an extra button to give a hint of cleavage and an even smaller hint of lace bra if viewed from a certain angle.

Charlie took her to the popular Italian place around the corner from the office. It was okay, but it wasn’t a patch on Friday night’s restaurant and not exactly what Jessie considered to be a suitable first-date venue. It was just too noisy with the lunchtime work crowd, and the food was pretty average. Everyone knew it was where you took your clients if you didn’t want to spend much money on them. Oh well, it was close to the office, so Charlie had probably chosen it for its practical proximity.

‘You know I’ve been keen to take you out, just the two of us, since Nick and Natalie’s wedding,’ Charlie said by way of starting off the conversation.

‘What stopped you then?’ Jessie responded good-naturedly, feeling uncharacteristically assertive around him as opposed to her usual state of jelly.

‘Don’t give me a hard time, Jessie. You know how work has been lately, and I’ve had a few loose ends to see to,’ he replied somewhat defensively.

‘Is that what Nadia was? A loose end?’ Jessie asked cheekily, sipping her water.

‘Maybe,’ he said, smiling his way out of trouble. Jessie believed she could forgive all when he smiled at her like that. Like she was the only girl in the room.

‘What about you and Jack?’ he asked.

Jessie felt her face stiffen. She couldn’t be certain if he was serious or just teasing her.

‘Don’t be silly, Charlie,’ she said, trying to make light of the accusation as she took another sip.

‘You know, I did think there was something going on between you and Jack for a while. Well, for a bit at dinner the other night anyway. There seemed to be a few torches being carried, at least by him anyway. Jack’s a nice guy—we are related after all—but he’s a terrible womaniser. But if you say there’s nothing between you, then I believe you. You’re quite a difficult cat to read, you know.’

Jessie was annoyed. How could he say that? She’d been following him around like a lost puppy for the best part of two years now. How clueless and utterly unobservant could the man be? And why did he continually say ‘you know’? It wasn’t something she’d ever noticed before, but she suddenly found his lack of vocabulary irritating.

‘Am I really?’ Jessie replied, playing along.

‘You know, I wasn’t even sure you’d agree to go out with me.’

Jessie concentrated on the waiting staff to avoid having to say anything nice to him. He obviously wanted her to stroke his ego and say how she’d been dying to go out with him for ages. Even though it was the truth, Jessie had some modicum of self-respect and refused to let herself get on an unequal footing. In the office, with him as her boss, he could pull superiority; but as friends or dates or whatever it is they were here, things had to be equal-ish.

Charlie seemed to give up waiting for her to respond to him and changed the subject to one of his much-loved pastimes. Hockey. Jessie had been dreading this. She bloody hated hockey. He began by asking her what sport she liked. When it turned out she liked tennis, which was obviously the wrong answer, it gave him the opportunity to start prattling on about his beloved hockey.

‘You should come to one of my hockey matches sometime,’ he suggested brightly.