Twice Tempted (2 page)

“I’m just hoping that he finally fires her
this week.  I have Thursday in the betting pool for when he’s going to kick her
fat ass out of the office.”  Alex replied snidely.

“Speaking of Lucy – did you see Carlos
hitting on her?”  Maureen asked.

Alex laughed.  “I did.  What a joke.  I have
no idea what he sees in her.   She’s about a foot taller than him and outweighs
him by like sixty pounds.  She’d squish him like a bug the first time they had
sex with her fat ass on top.  Could you picture the two of them going at it? 
It gives me the – “

She realized that Maureen was staring
across the kitchen and Alex turned to see Lucy leaning against the doorway. 
Alex flushed as Lucy stared at her.

“Hey Luce.”  Embarrassment coloured
Maureen’s voice.

“Hello Maureen; hello Alex.  Enjoying the
party?”  Lucy replied.

When they didn’t reply, Lucy gave them both
a large grin and turned to leave.  She paused and looked over her shoulder.

“Oh and by the way?  The men
love
my
fat ass.  It gives them something to hold on to when things get a little rough
in bed.” 

She winked and wiggled her ass at the two
women before sauntering down the hallway.  Despite her bad mood, she couldn’t
help but giggle.  She’d been insulted by women like Alex her entire life, and
she had been fortunate and blessed with a mother who had helped her to
understand at an early age that it was their own body insecurities that made
them so nasty.

She giggled again and mumbled softly. 
“Squish him like a bug…even if that were true, Carlos would die a happy man.”

She was headed away from the bathroom and
her bladder suddenly and vehemently reminded her of her need to pee.  The door
to the bathroom was still closed and she leaned against the wall and waited,
jiggling her leg impatiently.

Heather came around the corner from the
living room.  “Lucy, run upstairs and use the bathroom off our bedroom.”

“Oh no, it’s fine.”  Lucy said a bit
grimly.

“Don’t be silly.  Go on now.  It’s the
third door on the left.”  Heather made a shooing gesture with her hand and Lucy
nodded gratefully before nearly running up the stairs.

She walked through their large bedroom, it
was decorated in shades of gray and cream and really quite stunning, and into
the master bathroom.  Even needing to pee as badly as she did, she still had
time to be impressed by the marble counter tops and high-end fixtures.  She
spotted the commode at the far end of the bathroom and headed for it with a
sigh of relief.

She was just washing her hands when there
was a knock on the door. 

“Just a minute.”  She called.  She dried
her hands and then pulled a hair elastic from her purse and quickly gathered
her hair into a messy bun on the top of her head.  When she had left for the
party it had been somewhat straight, but the humidity in the air had brought
out her natural wave and now it just looked unruly.

She hesitated and looked at her shirt in
the mirror.  It was light blue in colour and although it was snug and
highlighted her breasts nicely, she had as usual, buttoned it nearly to her
throat.  She unbuttoned the top three buttons and then the fourth.  She was
wearing a push-up bra and her ample cleavage pushed at the opening of her
shirt. 

She studied her reflection for a moment,
tempted to leave her shirt unbuttoned and go back to the party.  Alex had
nothing on her in the chest department and it wouldn’t be the first time Lucy
had used her rack to grab a man’s attention.

“If you’ve got it, flaunt it – right?”  She
muttered to herself.  She doubted Jason would be able to ignore her if she left
her shirt the way it was.  She might not know much about her boss but she did
know the man loved him some boobs.  She grinned a little.  Alex would be no
match for her and she suddenly wanted to see the look on her face when Lucy
came sauntering outside with her cleavage on display.  She’d have a –

She snorted and brought herself back to
reality.  She had always prided herself on being completely professional both
at work and work functions and now she was considering throwing that all away just
because she was jealous.  Ridiculous.  She was losing it.

She would say goodbye to Heather and Jerry
and leave, she decided.  She’d had just about all she could take of Jason
ignoring her.  As she reached for the buttons on her shirt there was another
knock and the door opened.

“Hey, this room is occupied!”

She clasped her hands together nervously in
front of her as Jason stepped into the bathroom and closed the door, leaning
against it and staring at her.  She swallowed and took a nervous step back.  He
was dressed in jeans and a tight gray t-shirt that emphasized his broad chest
and narrow waist.  Her eyes wandered back to his face and she frowned a
little.  He was as handsome as ever, but for the first time she noticed that he
looked tired and there were dark circles under his eyes. 

“Hello little Lucy.”  He said softly.

“Hello Mr. Young.”

He frowned.  “So we’re back to Mr. Young
are we?”

She nodded stiffly.  “Yes, we are.”

“Very well.  How have you been Ms. Reid?” 

“Just fine.”  She cleared her throat
nervously.

He took a couple of steps forward and she
took another step back.  His gaze dropped to her chest and her nipples hardened
in response to the look of dark desire in his eyes.

“I like your shirt.”  He said a bit
hoarsely.

“Thank you.  Excuse me please.”  She had to
get away from him.  Just being this close to him was bringing back all sorts of
delicious memories, and it didn’t help that he was looking at her like he
wanted to lick her all over.

She went to step past him and he grasped
her upper arm, pulling her to a stop.  “Are you going back to the party with
your shirt like that?”

She looked down at her cleavage.  “What’s
wrong with my shirt?  You just said you liked it.”

“I do.”  He admitted.  “And I have a
feeling that Carlos will like it too.  Especially since your cleavage is at eye
level for him.”

She could feel a smile starting and tamped
it down.  She would not be sucked in by his charm again.

He stepped even closer, his thumb rubbing
small circles on the exposed flesh of her arm.  “I don’t like the way he looks
at you.”

His eyes darkened again but this time with
anger.  “Or the way he touches you.”

She shrugged.  “Carlos is a nice guy.”

“How nice?”  He demanded.

She scowled at him.  “That’s none of your
business Mr. Young.”

He backed her up until she was pressed
against the small linen closet door that was opposite of the sink.  “I leave
for two weeks and suddenly you’re sleeping with Carlos?  You didn’t strike me
as that type of girl.”

“And what type of girl is that?”  She was
suddenly furious with him.  “I’m not sleeping with Carlos, but what if I did? 
One – how is that any of your business and two – there’s nothing wrong with a
woman knowing what she wants and taking it.  It’s all fine if you want to sleep
with me and then move on to Alex, but if I do the same thing then it makes me
some kind of tramp?  That type of double standard is such horseshit!”

He gave her a look of surprise.  “I’m not
sleeping with Alex.”

“Not yet.”  She glared at him.  “But you
and I both know she’s been throwing herself at you for months.  You can’t tell
me you’re not interested in her.”

“I’m not interested in her.”  He replied
firmly. 

He searched her face.  “Lucy, I don’t know
what’s happening.  Before I left we were – well, I thought we were good.  Now I
come back to see Carlos with his hands all over you and you’re calling me Mr.
Young.  I don’t get it.”

“You don’t get it?”  She rolled her eyes. 
“You left for two weeks Jason.  You didn’t tell me you were going, you didn’t
text me, you just disappeared.  You know, you didn’t have to feed me a bunch of
bullshit about dating.  You could have just been truthful with me and said that
all you wanted was sex.  I’m a big girl, I can handle it.”

“Lucy, I’m sorry I didn’t even think.  It
was just that – “

She shook her head.  “Forget it Jason.  You
realized that what happened between us was a mistake and scampered off for two
weeks to avoid me.  I got the message loud and clear and I happen to agree with
it.  It was a mistake.”

She pushed him away and started for the
door of the bathroom.

“My mother was sick.”  Jason’s low voice
stopped her in her tracks.  “She contracted pneumonia and it nearly killed
her.  My father called Monday night and I was on a plane first thing Tuesday
morning back to my hometown.  That’s where I’ve been.”

She turned around to face him, feeling sick
to her stomach.  “I’m so sorry Jason.”

He stared at her, his blue eyes dark with worry. 
“You’re right.  I should have called or texted you and I’m sorry I didn’t.  I
was spending most of my time at the hospital, and my dad was having a rough
time with it and I was – “

She shook her head.  “Jason, stop.  I’m
sorry.  I made an assumption and I’m a horse’s ass for it.  Besides, we aren’t
dating and you weren’t obligated to let me know what was happening.”

He nodded and looked down at the floor of
the bathroom.  She hesitated and then stepped forward, taking his hands
tentatively in her own.  “How is your mom doing?”

He cleared his throat roughly.  “She’s
better.”  

She put her arms around his shoulders and
gave him a brief hug.  He didn’t respond, just stood stiffly against her, and
feeling like a complete moron she started to step back.  His hands clenched
into fists and then he was putting his arms around her waist and pulling her
into his embrace.  She hugged him closely as he buried his face in the curve of
her neck.

She rubbed his back through his t-shirt as
he pressed himself tightly against her.  “I’m so sorry.”  She repeated softly.

“Thank you.”  His reply was muffled against
her throat.  He lifted his head and stared down at her.

“I just got back into town late this
afternoon.  I wasn’t going to come tonight but I wanted to see you.”

He stroked her cheek with his thumb.  “I
missed you.”

“I missed you too.”  She admitted.

“Yeah?”

She smiled a little.  “Yeah.”

He dipped his head and kissed her.  It was
just a gentle brush of his mouth against hers but she immediately flattened
herself against him and kissed him back eagerly.  His tongue slipped into her
mouth and she stroked it with her own as he moaned low in his throat.

He backed her up against the linen closet
door and she hooked one leg around his waist, pulling him into her.  He undid
the buttons on her shirt as they kissed hungrily, and then worked his fingers
under the cups of her bra and massaged her breasts with his warm hands. 

He kissed down her throat and she lifted
her head to give him better access to her soft skin.  “You’re so beautiful Lucy.” 
He muttered against her collarbone.  He nipped it lightly, making her gasp,
before running his thumbs over her nipples.

She slipped her hands under his t-shirt and
ran them across his bare back, kneading and rubbing at the hard muscles. 

“Take your shirt off.”  She whispered.

He pulled his t-shirt over his head and
dropped it on to the counter.  She stared appreciatively at his bare chest. 
Two weeks of being away from the beach had made his skin a little paler but
compared to her he still had a rich glow.  She ran her fingers through the hair
on his chest and he inhaled sharply when she traced his abs with her short
nails.

She slipped her hand into his jeans,
pushing past his boxer briefs with impatience until she could wrap her long
fingers around his thick cock.  He moaned loudly when she gripped him firmly
and moved her hand up and down the shaft quickly.

“Shhh.”  She grinned at him.

He slanted his mouth over hers, thrusting
his tongue into her mouth as he gripped her thigh in his hand and moved it
higher.  He squeezed her breast and then ran his hand over the soft swell of
her belly under her shirt before his fingers trailed along the inside of her
thigh.  She thrust her pelvis against him when he traced the material of her
underwear.

She stroked his cock faster in response and
he uttered a low curse of need before sliding his fingers under her panties. 
His thick fingers found her wet opening almost immediately and he pushed two of
them into her. 

She rocked her hips against him and
squeezed his cock.  “That feels so good little Lucy.”  He whispered into her
ear.  “If you keep doing that I’m not going to be able to stop myself from fucking
you right here.”

“I don’t want you to stop.”  She whispered
back.  She stroked him rapidly, feeling the moisture at the tip of him as he moved
his fingers in and out of her.  They were so engrossed in each other, in the
pleasure that was rapidly consuming them, that neither of them heard the soft
knock.