Taboo Desire

Chapter Ten

Bailey

So, the way Jack has dealt with the not seeing me because of work thing, is by coming to work so that we can go home together, which is all well and good but it is making me behind with my work, and I am spending more and more time in my office at home, which is defeating his objective of spending more time with me, so I’m at home in the office working, in a light blue tea dress, listening to Leanne Rimes, she is my favourite artist, and right now I’m humming along to Commitment.
Jack waltzes in, he has on a pair of black trousers and a light blue polo shirt, “There you are, the idea of me meeting you from work is that I get to spend time with you.”
“Yes Jack, and that would be all well and good if I had of actually finished my work when you come and collect me.”
“I like spending time with you.”
“I know you do baby, but as you have just pointed out, I come in here because I have work to complete, and you aren’t seeing me. Look, Jack, we both work busy jobs.”
“I am aware of that which is why I want to make the most of our time together.”
“Like this?” I gesture, “Because this is not fun.”
“Alright, what do you suggest?”
“We go to work and see each other at home. It can’t be that hard.”
“It’s not overly easy Bailey, I have never felt like this before.”
“I have never felt like this before either Jack, I have never wanted anyone as much as I want you,” I admit, “But I am not strolling around like a lovesick teenager.”
“Because you’re not in love with me.”
I nearly blurt out I am, but I decide against it, “Take your pick, I either work from home or I work from my office, it’s your choice, but I need to work Jack.”
“I’m not trying to stop you working, I just want to see you.”
“Jack,” I close my eyes and beg for patience, “I want to see you too and if I’m honest I prefer working from home when you’re here, because I know as soon as I’m done, I can have my wicked way with you.”
He turns my chair and leans over me, “Is that so?”
“Yes Jack, that’s so,” I look at him with passionate eyes, I love it when he looks powerful, I pull him to me for a hot kiss, “You know we have some unfinished business in this office. Remember? You walked out on me, I would have had you then.”
“That’s true, but I wasn’t going to be gentle with you then.”
“You weren’t gentle with me the first time we screwed either,” I muse as I undo his trousers and push them down to expose his erection.
“I know, but I am going to be gentle with you now. Better yet.”
He lifts me up, sits down and has me straddle him, I stand up, take off my knickers and straddle him again.
“You’re giving me control?” I ask him.
“Uh huh, ride me, baby.”
“You want me?” I ask him the same thing he always asks me before sex.
“I always want you,” He undoes my dress, so he can touch my back.
I guide myself on to him smoothly and keep the pace the way he wants to be, slow and gentle.
I undo his shirt so that his chest is exposed, and I make the most of caressing his skin, he leans forward so he can kiss and nibble on my neck, I tilt my head up so he has better access. He moves one of his hands so that he can cup my breast, he groans with satisfaction.
We both start to pant and sweat as we keep up the delicate pace, I love it when we’re like this, so close, so passionate, so loving and the fact it doesn’t matter how we have sex the intensity always stays the same leaves me in awe every single time, it’s the kind of intensity you should fear, love and be totally fascinated by all rolled into one and it’s an intensity that no matter how dangerous it seems you can never seem to get enough of, it doesn’t matter how much you try and avoid it, you always seem to go running right back to it.
He moves his lips down to my breast and lightly nibbles, I cry out and buck my hips, he holds me steady, “Easy, Bailey.” He says guiding me in and out of him slowly.
“Sorry,” I whisper.
“Shh,” He says softly kissing to soothe, “You’re so amazing, I don’t know what I will ever do without you Bailey, I just want to take care of you.”
“You are, Jack.”
I know why he has this borderline obsessive need to take care of me, it’s for the same reason I have a need to take care of him, a need to love him and make love with him, we’re both totally in love with each other but while I’m trying to show him we can be in love without spending all day, every day together, he’s trying to show me that he has a blatant need to, we do have to come to some kind of compromise over that.
“What are you thinking about?” He asks me.
“How I went from hating your guts for being so impossible to now doing nothing but want you in every way I can have you,” I answer.
“You have me in every way you want me, whatever you want from me I’m willing to give you, you just have to say the words.”
I don’t doubt what he is saying is the absolute truth, but the fact is I haven’t yet made a demand I know he won’t be able to fulfil, because I know for a fact, he won’t be able to do it, maybe it’s time to put his little theory to the test, but for now I should get lost in the paradise that is us.
We both kiss hungrily as we climax, I ease us both down, when I’m done. I nibble on Jack’s bottom lip, “I need to get back to work,” I inform, “You can stay if you want.”
“Can you stay on my lap?”
“That wasn’t up for debate, but I want to put my dress on.”
“Now she’s shy,” He laughs, “Alright, but the zip stays down.”