FALLING FOR MR J

Chapter 7

CHAPTER SEVEN

When my eyes finally snap open, I'm panting. I'm gasping for breath, feeling the pulse between my thighs. I'm so needy right now. I have to ease it. I'm still with that dream in my mind, so I relieve it by grabbing one of my favourite toys from my bedside drawer. Right away, I go to it and ease that ache. Sadly though, I find myself still unsatisfied and go again. Unfortunately, I don't think it'll ever truly satisfy me. No, because I want him to touch me. I want his hands touching my body while making me his. While still lying in my bed and still relieving myself with my toy, my phone buzzes.

"Oh, for fuck's sake! Not now, damn it!"
I'm building to find my release again when I see an unknown number. To which I stop in my movements. Now I'm second-guessing myself. Should I answer it or not? It could be the gallery, but it could also be a trap. But then I remember, he doesn't have this number either, so I pick it up and accept the call.
"H-hello," is all I said. A little too breathlessly.
"Hello, Miss Honey? Am I speaking to Miss Lacy Honey?"
Oh lord, it's him. I know it's him, with the sound of his voice. My brows nip together though, wondering why he sounds worried.
"Yes, it's me. Who is this?"
I know who it is. I just want to stall him. At least until I can catch my breath. Hearing my name on his lips is not helping at all.
"It's Mr Beezman from Beezman's art gallery. I was just calling to congratulate you; you've got the job. I mean, if you still want it?"
He goes quiet before asking again if I'm okay. Of course, I am. I'm more than okay. I'm also still with my toy inside of me, so with hearing his voice, it's causing stuff to happen. I end up moaning just a little because of it. Shit!
"Oh. Oh, wow... Yes, of course, sir. Wow, thank you so much. Y-yes, I want it. I truly want it so much. Thank you, sir, when do you want me? I mean, to start. When do you want me to start?"
He cleared his throat and then tells me he's outside waiting for me now.
"I'm sorry. I know I've not given you much time to prep, but I'm off to visit a museum in town they want to do a deal. So, I was thinking you could come with me. You know, to see how I operate. I'll wait, of course, so you can get dressed. I-I'm not interrupting anything, am I? You sound a little preoccupied. I can call back or I'll see you at the office tomorrow first thing."
He attempts to say more while sounding a little pissed too. Nevertheless, I tell him, I'm not busy.
"Only can you give me about half an hour to wash and dress, please? I promise I won't take too long. Since having my hair chopped, it doesn't take as long to wash now."
Christ, he didn't need to know that! He just chuckled down the line and said, "I'll be waiting. Come quickly though. Our slot is in an hour, and I don't wish to be late." When he ends the call, I cum again. Holy mother! Just hearing his command pulls at my insides. I liked it so much that I moan out his name.
Almost three-quarters of an hour later, I'm walking out my door with a cereal bar in my mouth, and after locking up, I turn to see him. He's there, leaning against his sleek silver BMW. He's standing there dressed in a pressed grey suit. It's one with his big arms folded over his big chest. Oh lord, he's looking very much the powerful man he is. I'm looking at him, checking him out. I see him grinning and then realise, my breakfast bars in my mouth. Bollocks! I quickly remove it and walk towards him. I then pull on my grey duffel coat. It's my favourite one, with beautiful redlining. I realise he's looking at it with a grin on his lips again. I'm about to ask him why he's grinning when he tells me we match. We do. I'm wearing my grey pencil skirt with my black opened toed heels. A white blouse and my coat. He's there in his amazing crisp white shirt and a grey suit... Lord, it fits his body perfectly. Not only do our clothes match, but our names match. I'm telling you, you literally couldn't write this shit up. It's just a shame he's taken and "Lacy Honey" isn't my actual name... oh, but how I wish it was just for this little fact.

"Is that all you're having for breakfast?" He asked with nipped brows. Wait, is he mad? I nod, telling him, "I didn't have time to get anything else."
"I'm already fifteen minutes behind, so you know."
As I shrug my shoulders, his eyes bulge. Seconds later, he's shocking me when he said we'll grab a proper breakfast, while also lifting his hand. I'm about to take another bite of my cereal bar when he pulled it away from my lips. Then I watch on as he throws it away, placing it in my bin. My eyes go wide and I'm about to protest, but he opens the passenger side door, telling me to get in. Obviously, I don't move. I'm too stunned and if I'm honest with you, I'm a little turned on.
"Miss Honey, get in the car now." He's looking into my eyes. As stunned as am, I do as he says. Oh, I hope to Jesus Christ he doesn't do that every time we're together? He's got no clue of what it does to me. When I get comfortable in his beautiful car, he eventually opens the driver's side door. After his backside hits the seat, he starts the engine up. I can't help watching him though. He knows how to work it. Just seeing his arms twitch while doing it, it's turning me on. What the hell is it with this man? What is he doing to me? Why is he affecting me so damn much?
"W-where are you taking me?" I ask and he grinned.
"Well, the best place in town, of course." He said.
However, the place he took us to? Wasn't the greatest, but it was bearable. It's a little greasy/spoon one across town. Unexpectedly, I hadn't seen this one coming at all. Hell, especially since he's wearing an expensive suit. I wouldn't have ever imagined him to walk in a place like this, but you know what? I find I kinda like it. I enjoy knowing he's not afraid to stick to local places.
"What's going on in that head of yours? You look miles away."
My eyes instantly snap up to meet his. Wow, I hadn't realised I had zoned out. I guess having those few orgasms had taken it out of me.
"N-nothing, I guess. Sorry, it's nothing big. It's just, I didn't see this one coming."
He grins before taking a sip of his crappy coffee. He's about to ask about this, but my food arrives. No, he's not eating. I'm not pleased about it either. Come on, who wants to eat alone? It's worse because he's sitting right there while watching me eat. It's making my stomach dance, which makes it difficult to eat.
"Well, you don't seem like the greasy food type of man. You seem like the gym type of person. You know, like all health and no grease."
He chuckles while also shaking his head. As he does this, I stared at his lips. Moments later, I have to force myself to look down at my food. I have to remind myself of the minor fact he's still married. Oh, how I wish he wasn't. Not that I can allow anything to happen since he's my boss now. Plus, it wouldn't be fair since I'm not who I say I am. Could you imagine? Trying to explain that one down the line when Vin eventually gets caught and I can get my name back?
"I don't eat in here, much. I just like the view." He said, and I turn my head to look around the place. Then I look out the window when I don't see what's so good about it. Only when I turn back to look at him, needing to ask what that "view" is, he just grinned. Then he takes a sip of his coffee. Eventually, after sitting in comfortable silence, I finish my breakfast.
"You ready to go?" He asks and I nod, telling him I am. I also move to pay for my breakfast, but he places his hand over mine. He's stopping me from pulling out my purse.
"It's already paid for. Come on. Let's go or we'll be late."
He ends that by placing his hand out to the side, silently coaxing me out. Only when I turn to leave, he places his hand on the curve of my back, just above my butt cheeks. Oh shit, my insides pull again. What is he doing to me?