In His Service

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Jake grabbed a handful of tree branches and pulled them down and away so that I could enter the grove without getting molested by leaves, and I stepped through into what could only be described as an enchanted forest. 

Slowly, as my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I took in the whole scene. 

Surrounded by trees and bushy undergrowth, moss covered flagstones formed a beautiful spiral in the shady alcove, and a single concrete bench sat, begging for someone to sit and let the trees swallow them up. A folding cart stood alongside the bench, fully stocked with plates, silverware, champagne glasses, cloth napkins, and a bottle of champagne chilling in a bucket of ice. 

A Bluetooth speaker was hidden somewhere in the foliage, playing soft jazz. A vintage picnic basket was angled artfully on the bench to complete the whole scene. 

"Jake..." I whispered, speechless. I blinked the mist from my eyes and shook my head, attempting, and failing, to remind myself that this was technically a business lunch, not a romantic date. But Jake's subtle, sweet-spicy fragrance filling the space made it impossible to differentiate. 

I inhaled the intoxicating scent and felt my heart hammer between my breasts. 

Jake cleared his throat softly behind me, and I could feel the nervousness flowing off him in waves that matched the ebb of my own confidence. Warm, strong hands wrapped around my upper arms from behind me, the rough patches of callouses and burns from the kitchen dragging enticingly over the goosebumps that rose on my skin. 

I stood perfectly still, fighting the urge to lean into him and feel his golden brown skin beneath my fingertips. I realized my mouth was open as I panted under Jake's touch, and I closed it with a snap. 

Jake's throaty chuckle vibrated through my body as he inched closer to me, leaning over my shoulder to move a strand of hair off my neck, and trailing the tip of his nose along the path it made. An involuntary shiver went up my spine at the contact and I gasped, not realizing I had been holding my breath. 

"Don't be nervous, Ginny," Jake teased, his hands massaging comforting circles on my upper arms and shoulders. "It's just lunch." 

"I'm not nervous," I lied, straightening my back a little bit. 

"Mmmhmm," Jake said, his humor evident. "That's why you're so stiff," he added, before running a finger down the outside of my rib cage and down to my hip. Hot liquid between my legs accompanied the tremor that shook my body this time, and Jake's knowing chuckle made me want to prove him wrong. 

I spun myself around to face him, grabbing his hands and interlacing my fingers with his behind my back, stepping into his embrace with my breasts shoved tightly against his chest, and his hips pressed firm against my lower belly. I could feel his erection stir to life at the sudden closeness. 

Leaning close, I let my lips flutter over Jake's jawline as I whispered, "Who's the stiff one, now?" 

Jake's eyes darkened, and a thousand unasked questions swarmed behind his eyes. We were testing each other, but I knew I couldn't back down from these sexually charged moments with any of my bosses. I had to show them I could handle the job, in all its aspects. I had to be bold.

Just as the thought struck me, Jake's eyes met mine, and something passed between us like a checkered flag. In another second his mouth was on mine and he was devouring me, his lusciously soft and full lips caressing mine with wild abandon. I clung to him, releasing his hands so that I could pull him closer, even as he grabbed handfuls of my ass and hauled me to him. 

His rock hard erection dug into the crease of my thigh and I moved against him, sliding my hips against the bulge as Jake's tongue parted my lips forcefully and invaded my mouth with delicious thrusts.