Twice Tempted (3 page)

There was another soft knock and then the
door opened and Heather stuck her head in.  “Lucy, are you –?”

She stared at their entwined bodies, her
mouth dropping open and her cheeks going pink.  “Oh my goodness.  Oh – oh my –
I’m so, so sorry.”  She swung the door shut and Lucy stared wide-eyed at Jason.

“Oh shit.”  She whispered.

“Heather wait!”  Lucy chased down the
hallway after Heather.  She grabbed the older woman’s arm and pulled her into
what looked like Jerry’s home office.  She slammed the door shut behind her and
stared frantically at Heather.

“Heather, you can’t say a word about this
to anyone.”

“I am so sorry Lucy!  I didn’t mean to
interrupt you; I was just getting worried.  You had been gone so long and I –“

“Seriously Heather, you can’t say
anything.”  Lucy interrupted her.  She grabbed the older woman’s hands. 
“Please, I am begging you.”

“Whew, that Jason is a good looking guy
isn’t he?  I mean, I love Jerry, but wow – Jason shirtless is quite the
vision.  If only I was twenty years younger and single.”  Heather said
dreamily.

“Heather!”  Lucy shook her a bit
frantically.  “Focus!  You cannot say anything to anyone about what you just
saw - especially not to Jerry.  Please!  Do you understand?”

Heather smiled at her.  “Honey, of course I
do.  And I’m not about to say a word to anyone, especially not my husband.  I
can’t imagine what he’d do to Jason if he found out.  I told you – he thinks of
you like his daughter and he’s rather protective of you.  Why, just right now
he’s out there talking to Carlos about appropriate behaviour with co-workers.”

She laughed to herself.  “Poor Carlos.  He
looked like a schoolboy being scolded – all for putting his hand on your knee.”

She sat down in one of the large leather
chairs in the room.  “Could you imagine what he would do to Jason if he knew
the two of you were having sex in our bathroom?”

“We were not having sex in your bathroom!”

“Not yet you weren’t.”  Heather grinned. 
“But you totally were going to.  Don’t try and deny it.”

“Oh God.”  Lucy groaned.  She sank into the
chair opposite of Heather and put her head in her hands. 

Heather patted her shoulder.  “Honey, don’t
worry about it.  I promise – I won’t say a word.”

“Thanks Heather.”  Lucy said gratefully. 
“I didn’t mean for this to happen.  Honestly, I didn’t.  I have no idea what
I’m doing or thinking – this is so incredibly inappropriate.  I should not be
sleeping with my boss.”

“Pfft.”  Heather scoffed.  “If I understood
Jerry correctly, technically Jason isn’t your direct boss.  Besides, you’re a
grown woman and you can do whatever you want.”

“That’s what Jason says.  And I guess
technically he isn’t.  He can’t fire me without Jerry’s agreement.”  Lucy
said.  “But it’s still inappropriate. 

“If it bothers you that much – find a new
job.”  Heather said blithely.  “Jerry will miss you of course, but no job is
worth your happiness.”

Lucy shook her head.  “It’s not, I mean, I
don’t even know where exactly we’re going with this and…”  She trailed off,
staring miserably at Heather.

Heather patted her hand.  “Don’t worry
honey.  It’ll work itself out in the end – it always does.”

She stood up and smoothed her straight,
sleek bob.  “Now, come downstairs and have some dessert.”

“Thank you but I think I’m just going to
head home.”  Lucy took a deep breath and followed Heather to the door.  “I have
a bit of a headache and I think it’s best if I call it a night.  Will you tell
Jerry I said thank you and I’ll see him on Monday?”

“Of course dear.  Are you going to say
goodbye to Jason?”

Lucy shook her head.  “No.  It’s better if
I stay away from him.  At least until I figure out what I’m going to do.”

* * *

“You have got to be kidding me!”  Lucy cursed under her
breath as there was a muffled thump and her car pulled to the right.  She
guided her car to the side of the road and put it in park before shutting it
off and climbing out.  She stared at the flat back tire as the wind blew
strands of her hair around her face.  The sky was dark with clouds pregnant
with rain. 

“Son of a bitch.”  She muttered.  She popped the trunk and
pulled the spare tire out from the bottom of it.  She rested it against the
side of the car before pulling the jack out.  As she began to jack the car up,
the clouds opened up and poured rain down on her. 

She squinted in the dark and the rain as she used the jack
to hoist the car up.  She was soaked to the skin and so cold she was shaking
wildly as she worked at the lug nuts on the tire.  They were tightened almost
impossibly tight and she yanked on the socket wrench grimly.  Could her night
get any worse?

There was a splash of lights and a truck pulled up behind
her.  She stood, blinking in the glare of the headlights, and held the socket
wrench firmly.  She had no idea who was behind the wheel of the truck and she
tensed as the driver’s door opened.

“Jesus Christ Lucy!  What are you doing?”

She sagged with relief against her car as Jason ran up to
her.  He frowned down at her as the rain fell steadily. 

“Why are you driving a truck?”  She asked stupidly.  “You
drive a car to work.”

“I have both.”  He said impatiently.

“Come on.”  He grabbed her hand and dragged her to his truck. 
She clambered into the cab of the truck, and he slammed her door shut before
running to the driver’s side and climbing in.  Thunder crashed and lightning
flashed across the sky as he shut his door and stared at her. 

“What the hell were you doing out there?”  He had to shout
to be heard over the rain hitting the roof of the truck.  It was falling so
hard and so fast that she could see nothing out the windshield of the truck
except a sheet of water.

She shivered and clasped her cold hands between her knees. 
Water was dripping off the end of her nose and the lobes of her ears.  Her bun
had fallen down and she had an idea that her hair was plastered unflatteringly
to her head.

Jason stared at her, realizing after a moment that the
chattering noise he could hear was her teeth. 

“Christ.”  He swore again and started the truck, turning the
heat on high before rummaging in his gym bag in the back seat.  He pulled out a
towel and slid across the seat.

He started to unbutton her shirt as she shivered and shook. 
“What the hell were you doing out there Luce?”

“I had a flat tire.”  She helped him strip her soaking wet
shirt off and didn’t object when he began to wipe her upper body roughly with
the towel.

“Why didn’t you call me?”  He scowled at her.

“Because I know how to change a tire Jason.  My dad taught
me when I was 16.”  She returned his scowl before tugging the towel from his
hands.  She dropped it on the seat between them and pulled her hair elastic
from her hair.  She towel dried her hair quickly as Jason angled the heat vents
towards her.

“You still should have called me.  It’s not safe for you to
be out here by yourself.”  He snapped.

“Please.”  She rolled her eyes.  “I passed a house not two
minutes back.  I was perfectly safe.”

“Next time call me – do you understand?”  He demanded.  He
stripped off his own wet shirt and threw it in the backseat. 

“Yes sir.”  She muttered.  Her eyes flickered over his naked
chest.  Lord, he looked good wet.  Drops of water clung to the hair on his
chest and slid down his ribcage in tiny rivulets.  Despite her misery, despite
being soaking wet and freezing cold, she wanted to slide across the seat and
lick the water from his skin.

“Stop looking at me like that Lucy.”  Jason warned in a soft
voice she could barely hear over the rain.

She dragged her gaze back to his face; at the look in his
eyes, her nipples, already tight with the cold, hardened until they were almost
painful and began to throb. 

“God Luce – do you have any idea what you do to me?”  He
groaned and then he was sliding across the seat and wrapping her wet hair in
his fists.  He yanked her head back and kissed her hard on the mouth, plunging
his tongue between her lips so he could taste her sweetness.

They kissed and kissed again, tasting and licking and
sucking frantically at each other’s tongues as the truck shook with a loud boom
of thunder.  They paid no attention to it as Jason unhooked Lucy’s bra and
pulled it from her body.

“So pretty.”  He murmured.  He tugged on her arms and she
shifted until she was straddling his lap.  He cupped her breasts and dipped his
head, wrapping his lips around one stiff nipple and teasing it with his warm
tongue.

She moaned and clutched at his head.  What they were doing
was wrong, she knew it was wrong, but she couldn’t stop herself.  At some point
in the last three weeks she had become addicted to Jason’s touch and she would
do anything to get it.

He laved at her nipples until she was gasping and writhing
against him.  Each pull of his mouth was a tantalizing combination of pain and
pleasure as he used his teeth to scrape across her sensitive nipples. 

She rocked her pelvis against his rock hard erection and he
reached under her skirt, growling with frustration at the feel of her panties. 
They were soaking wet, both from the rain and from her juices, and she gave a
soft squeak of surprise when he yanked hard and ripped them off her body.

He dropped them to the floor of his truck and reached
between her legs.  He ran his fingers over her hard and swollen clit and she
moaned loudly and arched her hips against him.  He stroked her repeatedly until
the wave of pleasure was cresting in her body.  Before it could overtake her
completely, he moved his fingers away from her.

“Why did you leave without saying goodbye to me tonight?”  He
demanded.

“What?”  Her eyes popped open.  “Do you really want to talk
about this right now?”

“Yes.”  He bent his head and licked between her breasts. 
“Tell me.”

“Jason, I don’t – I mean, for God’s sake, we had just been
caught by Jerry’s wife.  I panicked okay?  I talked with Heather, made her
promise not to tell anyone, and then I booked it out of there.”

“Don’t leave me like that again.  Promise me.”  He whispered
in her ear.  A shudder went through her at his words.  Why did it sound like he
was talking about something else?

He kissed her mouth lightly.  “Promise me Lucy.”

“I promise.”  She whispered huskily.

He nodded and leaned forward so he could lick and nibble at
her throat.  She cupped the back of his head, holding him against her as he
kneaded her ass and kissed her neck with soft, gentle brushes of his mouth.

“Jason.”  She sighed and reached between them.  Her hands
fumbled at his belt, undoing it before popping the button of his jeans and
raking the zipper down.  He lifted his hips so she could drag his jeans and
underwear down to his knees.  She took his cock in her hand, rubbing her thumb
over the drop of precum that had gathered at the top and then licking it from
her thumb.

He groaned with pleasure and reached down to snag a condom
out of the pocket of his crumpled jeans.  She grinned a little as he ripped
open the package.

“Do you just carry one in your pocket all the time now?”

He winked at her.  “Only when I know I’m going to see you.”

“That’s awfully presumptuous of you Mr. Young.”  She
squeezed his cock, twisting her palm against the shaft in the way she knew he
liked.

He held the condom out to her.  “Put it on me – now.”

The pleasure in her belly pulsed to an almost unbearable
level at the tone of his voice.  She wouldn’t admit it but she had missed the
way he took control in bed, the way he gave her no choice but to obey him.  She
took the condom from him, glancing up at his face and flushing when she
realized she didn’t need to admit anything – he could read it on her face.

“Now Lucy.”  He prompted, and with a bit of nervous fumbling
she smoothed the condom over his large cock.

He bunched her wet skirt up around her waist and rubbed his
cock between her legs.  She moaned and spread her thighs wide.  He guided his
cock to her warm and wet opening and rubbed it down the center of her slit
before he arched his hips up, plunging his cock deep inside of her.

She cried out with pleasure as he put one hand on her hip
and the other on the back of her neck.  Holding her steady he thrust in and out
of her.  She was sizzling hot and wet and he was immediately close to orgasm. 
He couldn’t hold back with her, couldn’t stop the need to claim her and make
her his. 

“Tell me you want me Lucy – that you need me.”

“I want you; I need you.”  She moaned immediately.

“Touch yourself.”  He whispered.

He took her hand and guided it between her legs.  He pressed
her fingers against her pussy and she began to rub her clit.  He leaned back
and watched, his cock swelling inside of her at the sight of her fingers
rubbing her perfect, pink nub.  He thrust in and out rapidly as she rubbed at
her clit. 

“Say it again.”  He demanded.

“I want you Jason.”

“I want you too little Lucy.”

The pleasure was growing in her, circling and twisting in
her pelvis and belly, and she rubbed her clit frantically as Jason’s hard cock
plunged in and out of her.  She arched her back, her soft cries turning into
loud moans as her orgasm shuddered through her.  Vaguely she was aware of Jason
gripping her hips, of his own loud moan as he thrust and bucked and came beneath
her and she collapsed against him in a boneless heap.

He panted harshly against her throat, his hard hands rubbing
her bare back.  “God, I’ve missed you little Lucy.”

She pushed herself up and smiled down at him.  “I missed you
too Jason.” 

She moved clumsily off his lap.  Her legs were still weak
from the strength of her orgasm and she pushed her skirt down, wincing at the
cold wetness of the fabric as he slid his pants and underwear back up over his
hips.  He pulled the condom off and opened the door of the truck, tossing it
outside before closing the door and doing up his jeans.