JENNIE

Vauxmoor's Bar and Grill was trendy but not boisterous to the point where we had to shout to talk. I mostly just enjoyed my view anyway. Seated over her plate of steak, Lisa was a picture of polite and genuine interest. Gone was the heat and promise of sweaty sex we'd shared at the elevators. She'd turned it off just as quickly as she'd turned me on.

"How did an Korean find herself at university so far from home?"

I picked at my steak salad and went for a sip of cider instead. "I—I struggled for a bit after high school. I—" I closed my eyes for a moment. "I was a mess actually, for a lot of reasons." Taking a breath to calm the nervousness that appeared whenever I had to answer this question, I said, "But with some help to focus my attentions, I discovered an interest in art. I applied to come here and by some miracle got accepted at U of L. And my parents were so thrilled to see me motivated they sent me off with hearty blessings. I have a great aunt—at Waltham Forest. My aunt Marie, but other than her, I am on my own here."

"But you are taking a graduate degree now?" Lisa seemed genuinely interested in what I was doing here, so I kept talking.

"Well, when I finished my undergrad in Art History I decided to apply for advanced study in conservancy. They accepted me a second time." I stabbed a piece of steak with my fork.

"Any regrets? You seemed a little melancholy there when you were talking." Lisa's voice was soft when she wanted it to be.

I looked at her mouth and thought about what it'd felt like crushed against mine, forcing me to accept her kiss.

"About coming to London?" I shook my head at her. "Never. I love living here. In fact, I'll be devastated if I don't get a work visa when I finish my master's degree. I consider London my home now."

She smiled at me.

You're too damn beautiful for your own good, Lisa Manoban.

"You do fit in here…very well. So well in fact, I wouldn't have known you weren't native until you spoke, but even then, your twang and all, you blend right in."

"A twang, huh?"

"It's a very nice twang, Miss Kim." She grinned across the table, her browns twinkling.

"So, what about you? How did Lisa Manoban end up as CEO of Manoban Security International, Ltd.?"

She took a drink of her beer and licked the corner of her mouth, still dressed in a fine dark grey suit for work that definitely cost more than my rent.

"What's your story, Lisa? And you have a drawl by the way, as opposed to a twang." I smirked at her.

One sexy eyebrow perked up. "I am the younger of two children. It was just my dad growing up for my sister and me. She drove a London cab and took me with her when I didn't have school."

"That's why you didn't need directions to find my flat," I said. "And I've heard about the test the London cabbies have to take on all the streets. It's gargantuan."

She smiled at me again. "That would be The Knowledge. Very good, Miss Kim. For an Korean you are quite up on your cultural facts of Britain."

I shrugged. "I saw a show about it. Was pretty funny actually." Realizing I'd distracted her from the conversation, I said, "Sorry for interrupting. So what did you do after you finished school?"

"I went into military training. Did that for six years. Left. Started my company with the help of contacts I'd made while enlisted." She looked at me longingly again, seeming to have no inclination to keep talking.

"What branch of the military?"

"Special Forces, mostly reconnaissance." She didn't offer any more details but she grinned at me.

"You are not very forthcoming, Ms. Manoban."

"If I tell you any more, I'd have to kill you, and that would just blow my promise all to shit."

"What promise?" I asked innocently.

"That I'm not a serial killer," she said as she popped a piece of steak into her beautiful mouth and started chewing.

"Thank the gods! The idea of eating a plate of beef with a serial killer would have totally killed this date for me."

She swallowed her meat and then smiled at me. "Very funny, Miss Kim. You are a wit."

"Why, thank you, Ms. Manoban, I try very hard to be." She disarmed me with her charm so effortlessly I really had to work to keep her on task. Lisa could turn a conversation to her advantage in an instant. "What do you do at your company?"

"Security mostly, for the British government and some private international patrons. Right now we are swamped with the Olympics. With so many people coming from all over into London—especially in our post nine eleven world—it's a challenge."

"I bet."

She pointed at my salad with her knife. "I bring you to the best place in town for a Mayfair steak, and what do you do?" She shook her head at me. "You order a salad."

I laughed. "It has some steak in it. Anyway, I can't help it. I don't like to be predictable."

"Well you're very good at being unpredictable, Miss Kim." She winked at me and took another bite of her steak.

"Can I ask you a personal question, Lisa?"

"I get the feeling you're about to," she said dryly.

I sincerely wanted to know. The idea had been forming in my head for a couple days now. "So, do you—do you collect nudes…or something?" I looked down at my plate.

"No," she answered immediately, "I was working security for the Andersen gallery that night. There were a few high profile guests and I merely went to make an appearance. I have employees who do the actual on-site work." She paused. "But I'm very glad I attended because I saw your portrait." Her voice sounded amused. "I wanted it, so I bought it."

I could feel her eyes calling to me to look at her. I lifted my eyes up.

"And then you walked in, Jennie."

"Oh…"

"I heard what you and Song said by the way—about me and my hand." She tapped her ear. "High tech security gadgets in my line of work."

My fork dropped with a clang and I must have jumped a foot. She grinned and looked smug, and far too sexy to be here with me. I was so mortified I wanted to run out the door. "I am so sorry you heard—"

"Don't be, Jennie. I try to avoid my hand to get off, especially if there are other, more lovely, options."

I felt her fingers tug on my chin. I allowed her access and felt my body heat up. Whoa…breathe, Jennie, breathe.

"Like you." She whispered the rest. "I want the real thing. I want you underneath me. I want to get off with you." Her brown eyes never left mine. She did not let go of my chin either. She held me firm and made me acknowledge her words.

"Why, Lisa?"

Her thumb flicked out and brushed my jaw. "Why does anyone want anything? It's just how I react to you." Her eyes rolled over me and got that smoky look in them. "Come home with me. Be with me tonight, Jennie."

"Okay." My heart pounded so hard I was sureshe could hear it. And just like that I agreed to something that I knew would be life changing. For me, it would be.

The instant the word left my lips I witnessed Lisa close her eyes for just the briefest flicker. And then it was all a flurry of activity and purpose setting the pace from there; everything in sharp contrast to the sensual conversation we'd just been having. Within minutes she closed the bill from our dinner and led me out to her car. Lisa's firm touch pressed against my back, pushing me forward, taking me away to a place where she could have me. Alone.

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Lisa drove us to a gorgeous glass building sitting high above the London skyline of previous centuries, modern but reminiscent of pre-war Britain in an elegant way.

"Good evening, Ms. Manoban." The uniformed doorman greeted Lisa and nodded politely toward me.

"Evening, Claude," she returned smoothly. The pressure of her hand, ever present on my back propelled me forward into the open elevator. As soon as the doors closed us in she spun me and crushed her lips down on mine. It was just like the Shires Building all over again and I felt the punch of arousal hit me hard between my thighs. And I was starting to get a clearer picture of my companion as well. Reserved in public, Lisa was all proper gentleman and restraint, but behind closed doors? Look. Out.

Her hands were all over me this time. I didn't resist as she backed me into a corner. Her touch warmed and made me soar both at once. She dragged her smooth lips down my neck and pushed her hand up my blouse to cup a breast. I gasped at the feel of her hot hands roaming as they made purposeful strides toward knowing my body. I arched into her, my chest thrusting out, pushing my breast further into her hand. She found my nipple through the lace and tugged.

"You're so fucking sexy, Jennie. I'm dying for you," she spoke against my neck, her breath tickling my flesh.

The elevator stopped and the doors opened to an elderly couple waiting to get on. They took one look at us and passed on the lift. I tried to push back from her, to put some space between our bodies. For the second time today, I found myself panting for Lisa like a harlot, out in the open for all and sundry to see me.

"Not here, please, Lisa."

Her hand left my breast and reappeared from where it had been under my shirt. She brought it to rest on my neck. I felt her thumb start moving in a slow circle right under my chin. And then she smiled at me.

Lisa looked happy as she took my hand with her free one and brought it to her lips for a kiss. Damn, I loved when she did that.

"You're right, and I apologize. Do you forgive me, Miss Kim? I am afraid you make me forget where I am. "

My belly flipped down low with an ache. I nodded at her because I couldn't do anything else, and whispered, "It's okay." The elevator, bless its mechanical heart, kept moving us closer to her floor. I wondered what she would do as soon as she got me inside her apartment. Lisa had me totally under her spell and I was pretty sure she knew it too.

Finally the lift stopped at the top floor, the soft settling made my belly roll again as Lisa put her hand on me. The woman was tactile—always touching if she could get away with it.

She used her key to unlock the carved oak doors and pushed one open, ushering me into her private space. It was a beautiful room, lighter than I would expect. The main room sported a grey and cream palette, lots of wood and mouldings and decorative elements for such a modern space.

"This is beautiful, Lisa. Your home is lovely."

Lisa shrugged out of her suit jacket and tossed it over a couch. Taking my hand in her, she led me over to a wall of windows and a balcony that looked out onto the breathtaking city lights of London.

But then she turned me away from the view out the glass doors to face her, and took a few steps backward. She just stared at me for a moment.

"But nothing is as beautiful as you standing here, right now, in my house, in front of me." She shook her head, looking almost desperate. "Nothing compares."

I felt the overwhelming urge to cry for some reason. Lisa was so intense and my poor brain was struggling to take everything in as she started moving toward me, slowly, like a predator. I'd seen the move before. She could go fast, slow, hard, gentle—any way, and make it look effortless.

My heart rate sped up as she came closer. When just inches from me, she stopped and waited. I had to lift my head to meet her eyes. So much taller than me, I could see her chest lifting with her own rapid breathing. It felt good to know she was as affected by this attraction as I was.

"I'm not beautiful like that…it's just the camera lens," I said.

She reached for my green sweater, undid the button, and slid it down off my back until it landed with a soft swish onto her shiny oak floor.

"You're wrong, Jennie. You're beautiful all the time." She went for the hem of my silky black shirt and drew it up over my head. I lifted my arms to help her.

In my black lace push up bra I stood before her asshe devoured me with passionate brown eyes. She brushed over my shoulders and traced over the swell of my breast with the back of her fingertips. The reverent touching made me ache for more and I couldn't keep still any longer.

"Lisa…" I leaned forward into the stroking of her fingers.

"What, baby? What do you want?" She tilted my head to the side and exposed my neck. She kissed me there. Those soft lips were electrifying. The pleasurable feelings grew to the point where I was totally lost to need. The point of no return had passed for me. I wanted her. Badly.

"I want—I want to touch you."

I brought my hands up to her white dress shirt and loosened her deep purple tie. She held me loosely and stared as I unknotted the silk, tight as a bowstring ready to snap. My fingers worked at the knot and in a minute I had her tie slipping loose to join my green sweater on the floor. I started unbuttoning her shirt.

She hissed when my fingers touched her exposed skin.

"Fuck yes! Touch me."

I pushed her fine white shirt off her to the growing pile on the floor. I looked at her bare chest for the first time and nearly wept. Lisa was tight with muscles and washboard abs that melted into the most erotic V-cut I'd ever seen.

I leaned forward and touched my lips to the middle of her chest. She put her hands on either side of my head and held me to her, like she would never let go. Her strength and dominance was pretty clear. When it came to sex, Lisa was the one in charge. And strangely, it soothed me to understand this. I was safe with her.

She moved down to kneeling, her hands sliding down my hips and then my legs. When she got to my shoes she tugged on first one and then the other and removed them sweetly from my feet. Her hands skimmed back up to the waist of my linen pants. She pulled the string and loosened the tie and then dragged them to the floor. she steadied my legs while I stepped out of the crumpled heap of linen and then she kissed me right above the waist of my panties. My belly fluttered some more and the ache between my legs got stronger. Lisa brought her fingers to the black lace and slipped them under the elastic. She drew downward and then they were off me.

Bare to her eyes, she stared at my pussy and she made a noise, very primal and very urgent and then she looked up at my face again. "Jennie…you're so beautiful I can't—fuck I can't wait—"

She feathered her fingers over my stomach and hips and pulled me forward to her lips and pressed them right on my bare mound. I shivered from the intimate touch that held me captive, waiting for what came next.

She stood back up and placed my hands deliberately on her waist. I got her message loud and clear. I started to work on her belt and then her slacks. She looked impressive. The ridge inside her boxers was impossible to ignore as her pants came down. She growled when my hand brushed over the thin black silk covering her straining cock. As I bent down to focus my efforts on removing her from her clothes, she unhooked the clasp on the back of my bra and pulled it away. I was totally naked.

"I won't stay the night here, Lisa. Promise you'll take me home after."

She scooped me up and started carrying me out of the room. "I want you to stay with me. Once won't be enough—not with you." She kicked open a door and brought me into a bedroom. Her face looked wild and desperate. "I need to fuck you first, and then I'll go slow. Give me tonight. Let me make love to you tonight, beautiful Jennie." She hovered over my face. "Please."

"But I can't stay the ni—"

Her mouth swallowed my protests as she stretched me out on her soft, plush bed and started touching my body. Kissing my body. Heating my body until any conscious thought I had before this point fled my brain and kept on going. I was breaking my rules and I was very aware of that fact as Lisa's tongue swirled over my hardened nipples, alternating between little scrapes of teeth followed by soft stroking to soothe what she'd done.

I felt like I would orgasm just from what she was doing. The pleasure made me cry out and arch. My legs scissored as she worked on my breasts, unable to keep still, I was wild and abandoned beneath Lisa. She felt so good I couldn't regret this decision. All my reservations deferred to the exquisite workout she was giving my body and fled without another thought.

Being naked is not terrifying for me. I've done it a lot for the modeling and I know that anyone find my shape pleasing. It's the intimacy that is harder for me to process. So when Lisa says a thing like 'let me make love to you, beautiful Jennie' I knew I didn't have a chance.

"Lisa?" I cried out her name.

"I know, baby. Let me take care of you." She pulled back from my breasts and put her hands on the inside of my knees and opened me up. Totally spread before her, she stared down at my sex for the second time tonight. "Christ, you're beautiful…I want a taste of that."

And then she put her mouth on me. That soft tongue rolled over my clit and my folds and caressed. I would come in a second and there was no stopping it. There was no stopping Lisa. She took what she wanted.

"I'm coming…"

"The first of many times, baby," she said from down between my legs.

And then two of her long fingers pushed their way inside me and started stroking. "You're tight," she rasped, "but when it's my cock in you, you'll be tighter, won't you, Jennie?" She kept finger fucking me and flicking her tongue over my clit. "Won't you?" She asked again, this time more forceful.

I felt the rush, the tightening begin deep inside my belly as it started. "Yes!" I cried out in a push of air, knowing she expected an answer.

"Come for me then. Come for me, Jennie!"

And I did, the experience unlike any orgasm I'd ever had. I couldn't do anything else but come. Lisa pushed me to the edge and then caught me when I went over. I crested the wave of ecstasy pinned down with her fingers deep in my pussy holding me there. It was shattering in its brilliance and I could do nothing but accept what she gave me.

Her fingers slipped out of me and I heard the sound of a packet being ripped open. I watched her roll the condom down her thick, beautiful, rigid, cock. The part of her that would be deep inside me in a minute, and I shivered in expectation.

She lifted her brown eyes to mine and whispered, "Now, Jennie. Now I'm having you."

I sobbed at the image of her mounting me, the anticipation so great I was barely coherent.

Lisa loomed over me, the head of her penis tipped inside my pussy already, burning hot and hard as bone. Her hips forced me wider as she sank her cock down deep and true. She took my mouth, thrusting her tongue simultaneous in movement with her intrusion down low. I was taken by Lisa Manoban in her bed. Totally and irrevocably.

I rode the wave as Lisa rode me. She did it hard at first. Pounding pulls in and out of my soaked core that went a little deeper on every stroke. I felt myself striving toward another orgasm.

The veins on her neck bulged as she propped herself up to get at me from another angle.

I squeezed my pussy around her pummeling cock while she worked me hard. She made all kinds of sounds and whispered dirty talk about how good it felt to fuck me. It just made me wilder.

"Lisa!" I shouted her name, coming a second time, my body in total surrender of her much larger and harder one as I shook and writhed in abandon.

She didn't stop. She kept on drilling me until it was her turn to orgasm. Neck straining, eyes burning, she took me harder still. I stretched to accommodate her length and girth as she grew a little tighter. I knew she was close.

I squeezed the walls of my vagina as forcefully as I had ever done and felt her go rigid. Groaning out a guttural noise that sounded like a cross between my name and a war cry, Lisa shuddered over me with her brown eyes glowing in the dim of the room. She never took her eyes from mine when she came inside me.