JENNIE

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It's one o'clock in the afternoon before Lisa and Jim finally emerge from the office.

They're laughing.

I'm hungry again.

I'm also entranced by the deep rumble of Lisa's magnificent laugh. And the ripple of muscles beneath her shirt as she shakes Jim's hand. And the way her jeans hug her in all the right places. And how I want to lick all those right places.

Someone whistles. Snaps. "Hello…Jennie…." I jerk my eyes up to Lisa's. Funny how my brain just stops functioning when I look at her crotch.

"Hello, Lisa." I look for Jim but he's not here. And the idea that we're alone—again—excites the hell out of me.

"Where's your head at, gorgeous?"

I can't believe she just called me gorgeous. Sober. With her cock still in her pants.

I'm getting to her.

"My head is…everywhere. Are y'all finished? Did you do it? Are the Canton's rich as fuck? Are you the proud owner of some special contraption that waters crops?"

Lisa's arms flail in the air. She kicks a leg out. Makes a strange face. Cuts her eyes from me, to her right, then back to me. It's quite entertaining and really confusing. Then she whisper-shouts at me and I get it. "Shut the fuck up! He's still here."

"Hell, I didn't know!" I whisper-shout back.

A door opens behind me and Lisa shoots me a quick glare of warning before she plasters on her signature, Manoban smile. I roll my eyes, but soon my smile matches Lisa's as Jim walks up.

While they discuss a few details about some shit I'm not interested in, I take Lisa's cell out of her hand to order some more Uber Eats. This app is awesome. And they'll go anywhere. Even halfway across town to get some of that pizza I had the first night I was here.

I've just placed the order when Lisa tosses an arm casually over my shoulders to get my attention. I slip her phone in her back pocket and my arm around her waist as I pretend to care about what she says rather than obsess over the pizza that will be here in thirty minutes. "The AFA has lifted the flight ban, so Jim will be returning home this afternoon."

Though I do not care, I respond with the appropriate frown to express my disappointment. "Well, it was great meeting you, Jim."

"The pleasure was all mine, Jennie." Jim takes my hand and kisses it almost reverently. "Until next time."

Lisa walks him to the door and I can't stop my eyes from drifting to Lisa's perfect ass as she walks away. But it has nothing on the smile she wears when she returns.

"Someone is happy. I assume the meeting went well?"

She nods, her eyes raking over me. "Very, very well."

"Mmm…."

Her hands snake around my waist and she pulls me to her. "You're coming with me to Kansas."

I attempt a laugh, but it's more of a breath as I study her lips. Full. Smooth. Kissable. "So demanding, Ms. Manoban."

"That I am, Miss Kim. We leave the day after tomorrow."

She's so close. Smells so good. The struggle to find my breath is real. When I finally do, I can't help but tease her. "What makes you so sure I'll go? Maybe I have plans."

"You don't have plans," she says, her lips skimming my jaw.

I arch my neck to give her better access. "I might."

"Is that so?" She works her way to my earlobe and drags it between her teeth. "Like what?"

My thighs clench. The soreness there causes a shiver to run up my spine at the reminder of last night. "Maybe I have a date."

She stills. "A date?"

Hmm…this could be fun.

"Yeah. A date. You know…dinner. Wine. Candles…sex…."

"Jennie," she growls, the sound coming from deep in her chest.

"Does the idea of me having sex with another person bother you, Ms. Manoban?"

"Yes."

I grin against her jaw before placing my lips there. "I've been thinking of starting an escort service back home. Kind of like the one you use. I think I'd make a good Miss Sims. Don't you?"

I think she tries to say my name again, but it just comes out as a deep rumble. And I'm beginning to think Lisa doesn't like me throwing the Miss Sims thing in her face. I want to apologize. Tell her I was only kidding. But before I can, everything just becomes…chaos.

Lisa's mouth devours mine as she slips both her hands inside my pants and pushes them over my hips. I fist the hair at the nape of her neck. She grabs my waist and lifts me in the air. Our kiss never breaks as I kick my feet free of my pants then wrap my legs around her hips.

She carries me the short distance to her office. My back is against the wall. Chest arching into hers. Needing to feel more of her, I let go of her hair long enough to unzip my top. Then I'm pressing against her again. My nipples hard beneath my bra. Breast achy. Desperate for her touch.

She pulls away to unbutton her jeans and I have to lock my arms and legs to keep from falling. My mouth trails along her jaw. Neck. Shoulder. She releases my waist and pulls a condom from her pocket. Her words and the gravel in her voice making me whimper and moan when she speaks in short sentences.

"…Driving me goddamn crazy…a fucking date…trying to make me jealous…fucking succeeding…fucking hell, these panties are soaked."

Her knuckle skims over the wet material. The touch ignites me. I throw my head back. Eyes closed. Lips parted. Nails digging. Hip lifting and thrusting against her hand.

"This sweet wet pussy is wet for me, Jennie."

I mewl an unintelligible response.

She pushes my panties to the side and drags a finger across my slit. "These pretty pink swollen lips are swollen from me."

I arch my back into her touch and she sinks one long digit all the way inside me. She fucks me hard with her finger. Her knuckles slapping against my wet heat with every thrust.

"You're sore because of me. Because when I fuck you, I can't get enough."

Have mercy.

"Do you want me to fuck you with my cock the way I'm fucking you with my finger?"

I nod and whimper and beg and may die if she doesn't deliver.

"I'm going to sink this big motherfucker inside your tender little cunt and pound into you until you beg me to stop."

Shit. Okay. Now I'm afraid I'll die if she does deliver.

My body tenses and I open my eyes—blinking a few times to focus my vision. She looks so hungry. So feral. So raw and untamed. "Lisa…I…."

"You what?" She pumps her finger harder inside me. "You don't want me to fuck you?"

What kind of question is that?

"I do, I just…."

My voice trails off when she pushes that finger she was just fucking me with inside her mouth. Her eyes flutter shut and she releases a low hum as she slowly drags the digit from between her lips.

Holy hell that's hot.

She kisses me again. I'm sure to distract me from the head of that big motherfucker pressing against my opening. Thankfully, it works and I relax around her. She swallows my moans. Thumbs my clit when I whimper. Backs out when I tense. Pushes in when I arch against her.

Her hips lift in a slow, rhythmic motion until she's stretched me enough I'm past any discomfort, tingling with need for more and drenching her with my arousal. "I'm going to fuck you hard now, Jennie." Her promise is said with conviction so serious, I'm forced to meet her gaze. There's a depth there unlike any I've ever seen. "I want to keep you sore. So you don't forget whose pussy this is."

"YesLisaplease." Is now a word. And it's all I can say as she powers into me. Fucking me without restraint. Drilling me as she sucks my nipples through my bra. Slides her hands up my sides and curls them around the back of my shoulders. Pulls me down as she thrusts up.

Her cock slides over the satiny spot that is the window to all my pleasure. Her moves are so quick. So deep. So savage that I have no reprieve from the constant pleasure each stroke brings. And there's no mistaking that this pussy is, indeed, her pussy.

Within moments, a warmth spreads down my spine. Settles in my hips a moment before shooting straight to my core. I shatter around her in a release that takes my breath, stops my heart and washes away any doubt I felt earlier about letting her take me this hard, and all fear of what physical state it might leave me in.

Because the way Lisa Manoban makes me come, is totally fucking worth it.

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I've never had an angry fuck before now.

But I like it.

I'm still against the wall. She's still inside me. I'm sure that big rocket of hers found its release, but I can't for the life of me remember when it happened or what happened. I was too busy trying to stay away from the light during my own orgasm.

I don't think I've ever been closer to Jesus.

I peel my arms from around her neck and my legs slide down her body until I'm standing on my own two feet. Though I feel like I'm floating from the sight of her studying my face as she sweeps her fingertips across my forehead. Brushes my hair behind my ear. Drags her thumb across my temple.

The moment shatters when the phone on her desk begins to ring. She doesn't seem to notice at first. Or maybe she just doesn't care. But then the phone in her back pocket dings with a notification and her eyes fall shut. She takes a deep breath and I do the same.

"That's probably Uber Eats," I whisper.

She cracks one eye open and smirks at me. "Again?"

"Yeah. I'm hungry. I ordered it from your phone. Is that okay?'

Her eyes roll. "Of course." The phone on her desk rings again. "I have to get that," she mutters, her tone apologetic.

"Okay. I'll go get Uber Eats."

"Want me to have Vance bring it up?"

I shake my head. "No. I'll go get it. I could use some air." I grin. "Plus, if it's that same little shit from earlier, I'm going to let him know my big bad wife is going to leave him a bad review."

Lisa's brow furrows. The phone continues to ring, but both of us ignore it. "Wife?"

"Mmhm. The Uber driver thinks I'm your wife. He even called me Mrs. Manoban."

She throws her head back on a laugh. When she meets my eyes, they're sparkling with humor. "Well, Manobans are known for their promptness. So you better get down there, wife. We have a reputation to protect." She winks playfully. Unbeknownst to her, I'm already planning our wedding. Naming our kids. Picturing the two of us chasing them through the park where we can live without fear of them stepping in a pile of dog shit.

Her lips pucker and she leans in to place a wet kiss on my mouth as she buttons her pants. She steps away and grabs the annoying fucking phone on her desk. When she answers, her voice is controlled. Tone cool and business like. It takes me a little longer to get my shit together and find my clothes.

After I've located all of them and am dressed, I step out of the apartment—a dreamy smile playing on my lips that still tingle from her kiss. The elevator finally arrives and I float inside and press my nose to the corner.

I hum my song and grin. I feel happy. Tingly.

Who the fuck am I kidding?

I'm so in love.

The elevator slows to a stop sooner than expected. I shrug it off, figuring the ride felt quicker than normal because I was distracted. Or perhaps because I've gotten used to the travel. But when I open my eyes and step out of the corner, the lighting looks different. It's a muted yellow instead of a soft white.

And the doors aren't opening.

And I hear the faint sound of a power grid shutting down.

And the doors aren't opening.

And the little digital number box on the panel next to the door doesn't have any digital numbers showing.

And the doors aren't opening.

And there's a buzz and a click and a red light flashes in the corner.

And the doors aren't opening.

The room spins. I can feel the walls closing in. I can hear the creaks and groans and the snap of wires. I'm pretty sure I'm falling. But I'm not sure how I'm still standing up if I am falling.

I think I'm going to vomit.

I vomit.

Someone is talking. I can hear voices coming from somewhere. Maybe outside the elevator? Have I stopped on another floor?

Assaulted with the knowledge that I'm still hovering in the air and will plunge to my death any second, I become seized with panic.

I scream for the voice to help me. I bang my fists on the doors that aren't opening. My stomach lurches. My vision clouds. I feel like my throat is closing.

The voice comes from a speaker inside the elevator. I catch bits and pieces of what it's saying. Something about staying calm. Electricity went out. Generator problems. I scream at someone—anyone—to get me the hell out of here. Try to pry open the doors. Punch all the buttons. Where is the phone? There should be a phone. I don't have my phone. I'm going to die.

I vomit.

"Da-da-da-da…da-da-da-da…" Someone is singing the hook to my favorite song. I nod my head in tune for a moment while I try to breathe through the dry heaves now that my stomach is empty.

When I find my voice, I sing along with them.

"Da-da-da-da…" On my knees.

"Da-da-da-da…" Forehead to the wall.

"Da-da-da-da…" I will the room to stop spinning.

"Da-da-da-da…" Will my mind to not focus on the falling.

Falling….

Falling….

Falling….

"Jennie!"

Lisa?

"Jennie!"

Not Lisa.

The elevator jolts.

Fuzzy, black dots cloud my vision.

I'm vomiting again.

"Jennie, baby, give me your hand."

I'm so scared. But I swear that voice is real.

"Open your eyes, Jennie."

I can't open my eyes. So I sing.

"Da-da-da-da…."

"Jennie!"

"Da-da-da-da…."

"Please, baby. Please, listen to me."

Lisa?

"For fuck's sake, Jennie! Look at me!"

That's Lisa.

"Lisa?"

"Jennie! Baby, I'm right here!"

"Lisa?" I open my eyes but only the wall stares back at me. "Lisa!" I look to my left. My right. "Lisa!"

"Turn around, Jennie." The calmness in her tone helps to quell my panic.

"Lisa…"

"I'm here, baby. Just turn around."

I look behind me. Then I follow her voice up. And I see her. The first thing I notice is her eyes. They're soft. Determined. Full of…something.

"I'm sorry, Lisa."

"Jennie, take my hand."

Fresh tears fill my eyes. "I threw up in your elevator. Don't be mad at me."

"Baby..." she breathes out. The sound is a mixture of relief and pity. "I'm not mad at you. Come here and take my hand." It's then I notice her head and shoulders are squeezed between the gap in the doors. Her arms stretched out toward me. The elevator must have stopped between floors.

Stopped….

Hovering….

Falling….

"Jennie." Her voice is firm but not angry. Just enough to keep my attention. "I want you to stand up and—"

"No. No. No." I shake my head. "I can't. I can't. It'll fall."

"It won't fall. I'm not going to let you fall. But I need you to stand up. Come on, baby…There you go…Good girl…Now, one step—"

"Lisa—" my voice cracks on a sob. My vision fogs with more tears. "I can't."

"Yes, you can. One step…That's it…One more…Almost here…Just take my hand…"

I stretch up on my toes to reach for her hand. I'm afraid I'm too short. She's too far away. I'm going to fall.

Crash.

Die.

A hand circles my wrist. Then my other wrist. My feet leave the floor. The top part of my body is dragged through the opening. I'm lifted under my arms. Folded into Lisa's arms. She sits on the floor in the hallway and leans against the wall next to the elevator.

"Good girl. Good girl. Good girl," she chants, over and over as she holds me to her and pets my hair. Peppers my head with kisses. She's controlled, but I can hear the relief in her voice. I remember the panic that tinged it only moments ago. Remember the panic I felt when I thought I would die. When I thought her voice wasn't real.

But it was real.

She's here.

I'm here.

I'm alive.

I'm alive.

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