“I just thought you wouldn’t…” She swallowed her words, unable to finish her thought.
“What? Like you? Want you?”
“Stay.”
“I think I used all my rollover minutes just talking to your answering machine in the past two weeks.” He grinned as she turned to face him. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“Thank you, Daddy!” Emma kissed his cheek. “We’re gonna go. Can I have the keys?”
“And just how am I going to get home?” But Jake was already digging into his pocket and producing the desired object.
Emma rolled her eyes. “Can’t you get a taxi?”
Rachel took a subtle step closer to Jake, giving him a quick, heated, side-long glance. “You can come up to my place and call one.”
“Here.” Jake quickly handed the keys over to his daughter. “Call my cell if you need me.”
Emma gave them both a knowing look. “Don’t wait up.”
“You either.” Jake grinned.
“Dad!” The teenager made a face, pulling her friend toward the door, as if he’d crossed some invisible line with his words.
“Bye!” Liv waved as Emma dragged her out.
“Have fun!” Rachel smiled and waved back as the girls practically ran down the corridor, heading for the parking garage. She glanced over at Jake. “Think they’re going to be okay?”
“I think they’re already more than okay.” He took her hand.
“She’s a really special girl, your Emma.” Rachel squeezed his hand. “You should be proud.”
Jake nodded, sounding a little choked up. “I am.”
“You two go on,” Joshie interrupted, waving them out.
“I need my wig,” Rachel protested. “I can’t go out like this.” Joshie and Jake exchanged glances but Rachel ignored them. She found her wig at the station next to Joshie’s. She didn’t have any adhesive left in the salon so she just slipped it on over her newly painted head, straightening and fluffing. It would do until they got upstairs.
“Go already!” Joshie insisted. He had Rachel’s purse and he slung it over her shoulder, practically pushing them out the door. “I’ll close up shop.” Jake was quiet on the way to the elevator. Most shops were closing for the night, although there were still a few people coming out of the all-night grocery. Rachel fiddled with her wig as they got into the elevator and she pressed the button for her floor. There was a mirror on the back wall and she checked it again. It had moved a little.
Jake slipped between her and her mirror image and she looked up, meeting his gaze, although tilting her chin made her wig slide and she grabbed onto it self-consciously with one hand before it could fall to the floor.
“Come on, Rapunzel.” He put a hand over hers on her head, slowly moving her wig back. “Let down your hair.”
“Jake…” She swallowed, feeling it slip further. She knew he’d seen her without it already and yet she was still too afraid to let go when they were here alone together.
He dipped his head down and kissed her, mouth insistent, the hand holding her wig moving to her lower back. The cool air against her neck made her shiver-and so did the way he turned and pressed her back against the mirror, his body a wall of heat as the kiss grew deeper, his tongue drawing hers.
She left her hair puddled on the floor, her scalp bald and naked. It was a strange, backwards equation, but somehow the more exposed she was to him, the better she felt. His thigh slipped between hers and she opened her legs, skirt riding up high as he pressed against her. One of his hands reached around to grab her ass, lifting her more fully to him, the other twisted in front, grabbing her breast and squeezing through her blouse.
Then she remembered they were still in the elevator and it could stop at any time, letting on one of her neighbors, maybe even a client. She broke the kiss, breathless, meeting his own half-lidded gaze.
“Wait,” she pleaded, whimpering as his thigh flexed delightfully between hers. “At least until we get to my apartment.”
“I can’t wait anymore,” he murmured against her neck, licking and sucking at her skin. “I want you. I want you so fucking bad I can’t breathe. I can’t think. I spend all day thinking about you. My clients are beginning to wonder if I’m on drugs or something, I space out so often, daydreaming about you.”
She twined her arms around his neck, hanging on tight, as if she could get closer to him somehow, crawl inside his skin.
“And the nights…” He gave a long, frustrated groan, sliding both hands under her ass and grinding his pelvis against hers. She gave in, wrapping her legs around his waist, feeling the hard press of his cock bent and straining through his trousers. “I feel like a damned teenager. I can’t stop jerking off and thinking about you.” She flushed with pleasure at his words.
“And just when I think it’s over, when I make myself come remembering your hot little pussy or your sweet, gorgeous tits…” He kissed her again, quickly, his breath hot, his words mumbled against her mouth. “You’ve got me under some sort of spell. I swear, I can come like I was fifteen again, over and over. All I have to do is remember the feel of you riding my cock and I’m hard again in an instant.” His admission made them both fill with heat. He met her eyes, his expression pained, hungry, desperate.
“And this just goes on and on and on…” He pressed his lips to hers again and again.
“All. Fucking. Night. Long.” He punctuated each word with a hard thrust of his hips, driving her against the back wall of the elevator.
“I know how you feel,” she breathed when the elevator slid to a stop and the bell went off letting them know they’d arrived at her floor.
“Do you?” He gripped her in his arms as if he couldn’t let her go and she wondered if he was going to, but he finally did as the doors started to slide open. Rachel retrieved her wig and went to put it back on but Jake took it from her hands.
“What-?” she protested.
“I like seeing all of you.” He hid both hands behind his back when she went to grab her wig. She was afraid she might run into a neighbor in the hallway. “And I’m gonna see a lot more of you in a minute. Which one is yours?”
“At the end of the hall.” She nodded in that direction and they made it without incident. Rachel’s hand trembled as she slipped her key into the lock, but they’d barely burst into the apartment before Jake was kissing her again and she found herself pressed against the door they’d closed behind them.
“Jake-” She tried to protest, to keep up some semblance of appearance or decorum, although she wasn’t even sure why, until he thrust her half the way up the door with his hips, using both hands to tear her blouse open. The buttons popped and scattered like marbles all over the floor and she had time to wonder if she was dreaming this before her bra was pulled down too and he buried his face against the flesh of her breasts like he was coming home.
“Oh god!” She ran her hands through the dark curls on his head, her hips moving on their own, grinding back against his. Her skirt was long, but he had it pushed far up her legs, the soaked crotch of her panties wetting the zipper of his trousers with every thrust. “Jake, please, please…”
“Please what?” His tongue bathed her nipples, back and forth, sending exquisite shocks of pleasure down between her thighs.
“I want you,” she begged, reaching down between them to touch herself, something she had done thinking about him a hundred times since the limo, getting herself off again and again just from the memory. But he was here now, real flesh and pounding blood and she had to have him. Had to. Now.
“You want me to fuck you?” He was already fumbling with his zipper, freeing his cock.
“Yes!” She moaned when she felt the length of him spring free between her thighs, the only thing separating them now the thin fabric of her panties. They were plain white cotton-nothing special today-but they nudged aside just as easily as her silk ones had. “Do it! Oh please don’t tease me, put it in! Put it in!” He groaned and thrust, finding her center with delicious accuracy and pounding deep. There were no words then, just the hot pant of their breath as they kissed and he fucked her hard against the door, the whole thing rattling with every thrust, alerting every neighbor in the place to just what they were doing.
Rachel had a brief flash of fear that someone might call the cops but the hot pounding of Jake’s cock inside her pussy grew so intense so fast, like a flash fire between her thighs, the thought burned away, leaving her shaking in its wake. She was going to come like this, with him buried inside of her, fucking her so hard her teeth jarred, her head banging against the trembling door.
She clutched him, arms and legs wrapped tight, and tried to warn him, but it was no use. Her orgasm burst forth like a dam breaking, her juices flooding them both.
Jake moaned as her pussy enveloped his cock in climax, squeezing his length, the head buried so deep she thought she could taste it in her throat. Rachel screamed in release, her nails digging into his shoulders, hips bucking, but he managed to hold onto her and even come himself, following her by just moments, shoving into her so hard she thought the door might just splinter in half and spill them into the hallway.
“Oh god,” she whispered, still hanging onto him tightly as their bodies started to relax. “It was really real? I thought I dreamed it…”
“It was real.” Jake’s kisses found her neck, her jaw, her ear. “And this time you’re not going anywhere.”