Sex on a table with no regrets

This is a story a beautiful, sexy as hell woman once told me as I drove her home one night. She was a reporter so her details were eccentric. It starts on a day when everything seemed to be going wrong. This is the story of a woman that got her heart stolen. Unfortunately, it wasn’t by me.

“Fuck”. Fingers tense against the doorknob, Juliette wrenched her gym bag back onto her shoulder while at the same time kicking her sweater out from around her knees. Her sweat pants clung damp against her thighs. The dark, stretchy material making her feel warm even in the chilly autumn morning breeze.

“Damn sweater!” Juliette was tired. Twenty laps and 30 minutes of Aerobics had left the soles of her feet throbbing. Even her breasts felt sore. Her car had left her stranded halfway home and her shirt had ripped while climbing the stairs to her apartment. And now this.

She picked up the sweater, clung hard to her gym bag, wrentched the door open and walked into her apartment. She turned on the lights and dropped everything on the floor. Fuck it all, she was tired. The whole workout thing wasn’t her thing, and much less so so early in the morning. All she wanted was thirty gallons of cold water, a quick warm bath and a nice relaxing weekend at the beach with her boyfriend, Steven. Sun, sand, Steven in a bikini and lots of back rubs. That’s all she was asking of life.

She walked into the kitchen, heading straight towards the fridge, her laser focus on the ice cold water she knew she would find inside. The beige paint, the beige cabinets, the beige countertops had long ago stopped registering on her radar. This was home no matter the décor.

Her phone rang just as she had placed the empty glass on the nearest countertop.

It was probably Steven. They had spent weeks planning their outing. It was a big deal, spending time together had become more difficult with each passing week. Between his loooooooooong research outings and her complicated and very unpredictable schedules as a reporter for the Seattle Sun, nothing quite seemed to fit together. Not the time, not the place, definitely not the sex. Saying her body was wound up was an understatement. She NEEDED something and soon. She rubbed her shoulder blades where the strap had bit into the skin and muttering to herself walked over to the phone. Her light brown hair was swept up into a pony tail but she let it down as she slid her cell phone out of her bag. Quickly her eyes searched the lit screen. The incoming number was unidentified. Briefly she considered letting the call go. She did not need any more complications right around now, and the hot shower had an entirely deliciously, sinfully enticing allure.

She slid the phone against her cheek.

“Ye’Hello.”

“Hey Juliette, sorry to call in so early. It’s Michael”

“Hey Michael. Bon Jour” Juliette slid her fingers through her damp tresses, frustrated as hell that her boss was calling and her bath, her daydreaming, and everything on her wish list would have to wait.

“Sure, look. I know its your day off but-

“Shit, no. Michael. Whatever you are going to say, leave it for Monday. Please, I’m begging here”. Juliette’s butt hit her sofa so hard it hurt.

“No can do kiddo. Listen. I wouldn’t bother you if it weren’t important. It’s something only a genius such as yourself can fix.

“Nice. I like you too. Is it that bad?

“Oh yeah. You are a sexy as hell genius and it is that bad. I need you to cover for Roxanne, she can’t make it tonight and the guru, foxtrot guy billionaire can’t reschedule for another three months. You do it tonight, get in, do the interview, don’t let the tux thing blow you and get out straight back to your plans”.

Shit. Juliette had about 10 seconds to think. Her groan was answer enough.

“Good girl. Trust me, you are lucky. Let me know if I can help you out”

Juliette counted to ten.

“Look. Can I at least get a car? You get me to the event and I’ll go with no resistance. That and a huge bonus”

“Fine. You get the car. No can do with the bonus. Be ready at 6pm. Dress sexy but keep it tasteful it’s a fundraiser.”

“FINE. You know for a boss you sure are bossy”

“Its my job, baby”

“Fuck”. That last was muttered at the dead cellphone. No battery. Great.

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Here’s to the best vacation in the world, gone right down the toilet. Juliette resisted the urge to rub her bare shoulder blades as she made her way up the stairs to the guy’s office. Nice place, gotta admit for a billionaire he definitely looked the part from the beginning. The atmosphere, the building, the cocktails.

Juliette knocked over a small figurine. “Fuck” “Damn”. She tried to bend over, but the sequined dress was basically glued to her skin, stiff as hell. Bending her knees as far as they would go she placed one hand on the wall, her purse clutched tight, while the other extended fiercely towards the strewn object. Almost there! The deep V on the back of her dress slid slightly upwards as the round curves of her butt and thighs came up, covered in shiny gold sequins. Suddenly a dark shadow was covering her figure, followed by a warm sensation and rippling goose bumps along her skin. Startled she jerked back, her bottom hitting straight up against a man. A very tall, stern looking man. His hands moved to her waist, making her keep still, immobilized by the pressure. Her breath quickened, her hand still resting against the wall. She turned her neck to catch his eyes and for a brief moment there was acknowledgement. His body slid towards her and then he was picking the figurine up off the floor.

“It’s priceless” He looked her straight in the eye, one hand placing the figurine back on its pedestal, the other still firm on her waist.

“Yes” Juliette breathed. Suddenly she felt warm and sweaty and exhausted all over again. Just like when she reached her door that morning. “You are Mr. Bohanen?”

“Please come into my office. I have been expecting you”. His hands moved away from her body but his eyes pinned her to the floor. “Do you have other plans for tonight?”

Juliette teetered. Shit she had had plans. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew there was something about a special vacation. It was useless. She cocked her head to one side, “I am all yours tonight”. She didn’t even care he hadn’t answered her question.

His slow grin almost sent her to the floor, then and there. “Great, please don’t be shy” He signalled the way to the double door then placed his hand on the small of her back as she took the first steps, her blood pressure rising.

Inside she didn’t even try to sit. Her dress wasn’t going to allow it. He offered her a drink, and signalled the large table replete with food and candy. “Its been a long day” He strode toward her. He placed the glass in her hand and watched her face, his fingers never leaving hers. Before she could blink his lips were on hers, his hands cradling her head. When she tried to move away. His lips stilled but his hands moved to the small of her back, pushing her firmly up against his rock hard body. Juliette moaned, her head falling to the warmth of his neck and shoulder. She breathed in his scent, musky and spicy. And then his lips were back at hers, his hands firmly pushing her body against his, travelling up her exposed skin, then down to the sequined roundness of her bottom, where they stopped and pushed hard. She stopped breathing. Her breasts rubbed harder against his chest, the inflexible gold material biting into them. He led her towards the wall and he leaned there, letting her body use his as an anchor.

“I’m going to regret this”, he whispered, almost inaudibly. Then his lips were trailing down her jawline, down her throat and back up behind her ear. Juliette was all sensation. His groyne ground hard against her as he nuzzled the tender skin hidden there. Her earrings dangled against his cheek. Then his hands were running over her body, covering her bare back then making their way between the shiny material and her skin. She clung to his head as his lips started their descent down to her breasts, her traitorous legs trembling.

“No”. She looked longingly at him. Everything about him was delicious. Why had she said no? She wanted him.

He looked at her, then let her go. Walking towards the table he angrily took off his jacket, undid his shirt, and ran his hand through his hair. His hand shot out suddenly and laid the table bare, plates, food, drinks all hit the floor. He sat there, leaning slightly back. His arousal evident and watched her.