Bourbon & Branch Water (6 page)

“Come here, babe.” Jeff held his
arms wide and she came to him, hugging him close for a moment, finally turning
her face up for his kiss. And kiss her he did. Their lips merged and mingled,
tongues twining together, gently wrestling. He tasted like mint and smelled
like pine and woodsy grasses. While they kissed, he touched her waist and her
breasts, moving his hands to her back and soon her bra came off. Jeff was so
close that her erect nipples brushed against his body, getting even more
excited.
Stormy’s
heart seemed to beat low in her torso
while moisture accumulated between her legs. The kisses went on as Jeff drew a
hand down her belly and into her thong panties.

A mental vision of her standing
there, Jeff’s hand in her panties, raced through
Stormy’s
mind and the erotic image made her gasp and moan into Jeff’s mouth. In
response, he dipped his fingers deeper, finding her wet channel and penetrating
her slowly. Stormy couldn’t help it; she squirmed against him. Her clit was
swollen, excited and eager. She wanted him to touch it so badly. Without
thinking, she moved his hand, encouraging him to touch her where she wanted it
most.

Jeff broke their kiss in order to
explore her hairline, her ear,
her
throat, with his
lips. Stormy squirmed against his hand again, but he wouldn’t touch her clit
and she couldn’t make him. “Please…”

“No.”

“Jeff…”

“Not yet. I want to lick it.”

“Oh God.”

He suckled on a nipple for a few
moments, still dipping his fingers in the honey between her legs. When he moved
away a step, Stormy reached for him. She needed him back, touching her,
bringing her up the stairway to heaven a little at a time.

“Take off your panties.”

Stormy’s
eyes popped open. What was it about the way he said things that made her
insides turn to mush? Everything was sexy coming from him, from “hello” to “let’s
fuck.”

There was no decision to make.
Stormy pushed her panties down her legs—she hoped she was being sexy
about it, but mostly she was anxious to have him touching her again—and
stepped out of her shoes.

Jeff’s eyes said it all. They
sparked with gray-green light and appreciation for her. Stormy had never felt
so sexy in her life. He held out a hand without saying anything.

Stormy put her hand in his and
naked, they moved to the bed. Jeff turned her until her knees were backed up
against the mattress, and then lowered her backwards onto the thick comforter. His
touch traveled over her breasts, pausing to tweak her nipples and knead that
soft flesh while she moaned with pleasure. Relentless, he touched her
belly,
her hips, cupping that roundness and rubbing his
thumbs along her lightly padded hipbones. “God but you’re gorgeous.”

And she felt gorgeous. No one had
worshipped her like Jeff was doing. She was beautiful and sensuous, at least at
that moment. A surge of pure sexual need swept over her. “I want you, Jeff,”
she breathed.

His gaze found hers, but she couldn’t
keep her eyes open as he kissed his way from her belly button down to her Mons
as he pressed her knees apart. Stormy felt so exposed when he thumbed her pussy
lips open and held them that way. Her clit throbbed, cool air over her wet
flesh further sensitizing her. Jeff licked her, first on one tingling side then
the other.
Stormy’s
hands went to his hair as she
moaned, wordlessly begging him to do what she wanted, to take that aching bud
in his mouth.

Jeff fucked her with his tongue for
a few moments, but those moments were an eternity to Stormy. “Please, Jeff.”

He didn’t answer with words.
Instead, he licked her clit with the tip of his tongue, a tiny flick.
Stormy’s
hips rose from the bed and she cried out softly. “Yes!”

There were more licks; these
lingered, wrapped, fondled. He nipped her gently and Stormy tossed her head. It
was so good. Fingers penetrated her again, exploring her wet softness with firm
strokes as he sucked on her clit. Stormy felt like a tidal surge was pushing
her up, higher and higher until the stars were within her reach, but as she
touched them the surf crashed and the stars shattered and
Stormy’s
body shook with the strength of her orgasm.

Her cry was primal, soft, deep and
erotic. Was that her voice? Incredibly, it was.

When her pussy had stopped pulsing
around his fingers, Jeff withdrew them and pulled slightly away from her. He
rolled her
half-way
to her side and gave her bottom a
sharp smack. “Baby needs to be fucked.”

Sex words again, could she ever
hear too many of them from this man? Crude as they might be, they held so much
sensual meaning for her.

“Hands and knees.”

Stormy quickly turned and began to
crawl up toward the middle of the bed, but Jeff grabbed one of her ankles and
kept her at the edge of the mattress. “Right here,” he said, positioning her
the way he wanted.

She was powerless to talk, all she
could do was cooperate, knowing that her cooperation would be amply rewarded.

He smacked her behind again and she
squeaked. It hurt, but…perversely, it felt good. Stormy spent a second trying
to parse these feelings, but no sense would come. All she could do was experience
the moment.

“Like that?”

She moaned softly and nodded her
head.

“Talk to me, babe. Do you like
that?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

He smacked her a few more times,
first on one buttock than the other. Warmth spread over her fanny. Stormy
remembered the pink of her rear the day after their first encounter, so she
knew what was coming. A memory of sensation, the sexy spanking of their first
encounter, popped up briefly in her mind, but it was soon superseded by what
was going on in the moment.

More spanks landed on her behind.
The heat was building, but she wanted him inside her, too. Stormy squirmed,
offering her glove for his rampant cock. Jeff had another glove in mind, though,
and he grabbed a condom from his bedside table. Stormy heard the wrapper and a
moment passed, but soon he jabbed quickly and firmly into her. Her pussy quivered,
and she lowered her face to the bed, unable to hold her head up while the
delicious sensations began to build again.

Jeff swatted her firmly and fucked
her soundly. Stormy pressed back into each stroke and hard palm against her behind.
He leaned over and whispered in her ear. “Your ass is red hot,” he said, and
Stormy shivered.

Leaning back again, Jeff’s strokes
got faster, his breath becoming soft pants. “I’m
gonna
come, Stormy. I’m
gonna
come when you do.”

That was it. She imagined his body’s
release, the white, sweet pleasure spurting. She remembered exactly what it
looked like from their previous encounter when she’d sucked and licked him to
orgasm. That memory was enough to make her slam her smarting fanny into his
hips, driving him deep, pressing the head of his cock as deep as it could go.
She called his name as she climaxed that time, and she heard his grunt of
pleasure as his cock throbbed inside her.

Breathless, she gasped and tried to
come back to Earth. It was a slow fall.

“Your pussy is incredible, babe.
You’re
incredible. I’m going to fuck you
silly all night. I hope you didn’t plan on getting any sleep.”

Fact was she didn’t plan on sleep. She
hoped for erotic hours with Jeff. This was her fling and she wanted to make it
count. Tanya’s advice to keep her heart out of it was good advice, so she’d
enjoy these moments and not expect more.

Jeff gave her one more smack on her
stinging butt and pressed her forward until she crawled into the middle of the
bed. He joined her there and snuggled her into his side and sighed. “This is
good, hmm?”

She nodded.

He chuckled. “You may not say much,
but your body tells the tale.”

Stormy snuggled closer, her hand on
his chest feeling the beat of his heart. Yes, every moment was something to be
savored.

* * *

They did it twice more through the
night, completely ignoring the whole idea of dinner and the jazz show. Finally,
exhausted, they slept.

When Jeff woke, it was to an empty
bed. He didn’t know what to think. She’d been so skittish after their first
encounter; maybe she was running away again. So many things about her screamed
inexperience, but this hurrying away seemed to deny it. It was as though she
was in it for the sex and nothing else. He tried to figure out what he’d done
to make her think they were incompatible for more than that, and he couldn’t
think of a thing. They had things in common, they enjoyed each other’s
company—well,
he
admitted to himself, they did
focus on one aspect of that togetherness rather a lot.

He sat up in bed and paused on the
edge of his mattress, leaning forward on his knees as he ruffled his bedhead.
Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted one of
Stormy’s
white, high-heeled pumps. That was quickly followed by a thump in his living
room. What the hell was that? Was she still here?

Jeff pulled on his pajama bottoms
and tiptoed into the hallway, peering into the living room cautiously. It was a
secure building, but caution was never a bad plan. Stormy was there, fully
dressed except for her shoes and bent over his roll-top desk, pawing through
the papers there.

His brief! She was looking for the
legal brief for the Randolph/
Porterman
case. Why that
little tramp! She had had him completely fooled. Here he thought she was a
guileless, honest woman, maybe a little extra-randy, and yet he finds her
searching his personal papers for information. Talk about a ruthless competitor.
That she would use him like this, sleep with him in order to get access to the
files soured him. Fortunately, all the papers for the case were in his locked
briefcase.

He stepped into the room and leaned
on the wall. “Find what you’re looking for?”

She straightened as though shot and
turned around quickly. “I was…I was looking for a piece of paper and a pen.”

“What for?”

“I was going to leave you a note, a
good-bye note.” Her cheeks were flushed and she wouldn’t meet his gaze. Either
she was extremely innocent and shy or she’d missed her calling as an actress.

“Oh, I see. You were just going to
leave without waking me. Run off like our time together didn’t matter. And,” he
stalked closer to her. “You’d have
accidentally
stuffed the Randolph/
Porterman
file in your purse.”

“File?” she squeaked.

His frown was immediate. “Don’t
play that game with me, Stormy. You’re here for privileged information. You’re
so desperate to win this case that you’ll stoop to anything to do it.” Bitterness
seeped into his tone. “You’d sleep with me to get it. How low is that?”

She gasped. “I didn’t! I wouldn’t!
That’s not true!”

“Come on, Stormy. The evidence is
clear.”

She stepped toward him, hands
imploring. “But, Jeff, you’ve got to believe me. I was looking for paper and a
pen. I wasn’t looking for the brief. We’re not even supposed to talk about the
case, let alone share information.”

Jeff grunted his disbelief. “Yeah,
right. So, were your orgasms real?” He stepped closer, unable to resist the
warm, sexy smell of her. “Did you fool me with those, too?”

“Oh God, Jeff, I wouldn’t do that.
You have me all wrong. I’m sorry.”

The
Randolphs
came to mind. It was a fleeting notion, but he spoke with growing confidence in
his new idea. “How sorry?”

Stormy stepped back a pace. “
Wh
-what do you mean?”

He smiled, though he didn’t feel
particularly amused at her innocent act. “How sorry are you? What would you do
to convince me?”

“I’ll leave,” she whispered. “You’ll
never have to see me again.”

“We’ll meet during negotiations,”
he pointed out. “But you said you were sorry.”

“I am. I really am. You can’t
forgive me?”

“Even if I believe you on the brief
issue, you should have known you’d be invading my privacy by rifling through my
desk, and that you’d be treating me rudely by just dropping me a note and
running off as if I have leprosy or something.”

Her eyes were troubled, regret
shone in the sparkle of burgeoning tears.

Jeff stroked her trembling arms,
fleetingly wondering what had gotten into him. He ought to take her up on her
offer to get out. But he was so damned attracted to her. A part of him wanted
her story to be true. That wouldn’t forgive her for pawing through his desk;
that was rude under all circumstances—but it would preserve his first
impression of her as a good girl who was barely coming out of her shell. He’d
liked the Stormy he was getting to know.

“You want me to forgive you?” He
cupped her jaw and tilted her face up toward his. Her eyes closed, her lips
parting slightly. She was so
fuckin
’ sexy. Acting
without thinking, Jeff took her mouth
with his own
. He
was rough. He wanted to punish her for getting under his skin. She was
breathless as he lifted his mouth from hers, and that breathlessness reminded
him of the
Randolphs
again and their way of
harmonizing. “I’ll forgive you-”

“Thank you, thank you-

“
If
-

“If?”

He nodded and stepped back a pace. “You
agree to let me punish you. Spank you.”

A tiny frown built between the dark
arches of her eyebrows. “Punish me?”

Jeff nodded. He wasn’t sure how
viable this solution might be, but he was more and more comfortable with it as
he went along. “Yeah, I’ll spank you and we’ll call it even.”

She looked truly puzzled. “But
spanking is…it’s… I don’t understand.”