House Rules: The Jack Gordon Story (4 page)

Jack
stopped, catching a whiff of something out of place. He shook his head and kept
walking toward the cubbyhole of mail slots, each with an employee name taped to
it. Just as he was reaching for the one thing in his, an envelope with his
latest paycheck, he stopped, picking up the distinct sound of female
unhappiness. A sniffle, soft sob, a sigh, coming from the reception area to the
left of the mail cubbies.

Keystone
employed three women. There was the lovely Mindy, his father’s personal
secretary and who Jack assumed was angling for stepmotherhood. Karen was the
accountant—a large, scary lady with a booming laugh who dressed as if she was
headed to a job site most days. And then there was Yvonne, a dread-locked black
woman who did the bulk of the administrative work including serving as a sort
of command-and-control for all the job sites, never without her walkie-talkie
at her hip.

Yvonne
was forty-something, divorced, bossy, and probably the hardest worker in the
damn place. Jack supposed it must be her crying. He had heard her ex-husband
had lost his job and couldn’t pay child support anymore so she and her three
kids were strapped for cash.

He
considered sneaking back out, figuring she hadn’t heard anyone come in or she
wouldn’t still be blubbering away in there. Then he shook his head at himself.
He had a soft spot for female tears, having experienced so many of them from
his mother whom he’d adored for so long.

He
crept around the corner, determined to just give a quick reassurance and bolt,
unwilling to derail his plans for the night. The vision he saw there made his
heart stop then kick-start itself with a brisk rhythm.

Mindy
was sitting at her typewriter, hands in her lap, shoulders shaking. Jack tried
like a trooper not to notice that she appeared dressed to go out dancing or
something equally fancy. The small black slip of silk stopped higher than
mid-thigh, one thin strap had slid off her shoulder, and her feet were encased
in mile-high, shiny black leather.

He
groaned and willed his body not to react like a teenager’s with little success.
The closer he got the more he saw of her—the high swell of her breasts, the
firm line of her neck, the bare perfection of her arms. Giving himself a mental
shake, he reached out a hand and lightly touched one shoulder, shivering at the
pure heat that shot up his arm from the contact.

Her
long, blonde hair was gathered up in a sexy tumble on her head, with tendrils
falling from the  ’do, begging for his fingers to touch.

“Hey,”
he croaked out.

“Oh
my God!” the woman shrieked and leaped to her feet, stumbling when the wheeled
chair slid out from under her, and nearly going flat on her ass. Jack grabbed
her arm to steady her and got a full nose of her then—the perfume he’d smelled
earlier and a hint of something deeper, spicier, that brought to mind sweaty
skin-to-skin contact and the sweet grip of a woman’s body around his.

Not
that he knew how that felt exactly, but all of a sudden he had a hint and it
hit him right in the balls, making him bite back a groan. He grimaced, tried to
focus, recalling his father’s firm words about “dirty boy hands off Mindy.”

“Jackie,”
she gasped, righting herself with a hiccup.

Jack
stared at her a minute, dumbfounded and completely paralyzed with gut-churning
lust. “You’re drunk,” he said.

“No,
no, I’m…I just, oh shit.” She pulled out of his grip and flopped back in the rolling
chair, turning so she faced him and crossing her legs so he got the perfect
view of her long, lean, tanned upper thighs, disappearing up under that slinky
black fabric. He sucked in a breath and tried to remain calm.

“Okay,
well, I gotta go.” He started walking backward, unable to rip his gaze from her
calves, getting his feet tangled up in each other and a small wastepaper basket
in the process. He sat, hard, biting his tongue as his whole body flushed red
with mortification.

She
laughed, a sort of wind chimes, singing sound that made his ears burn and his
dick even harder if that were possible, which it was most definitely not. She
stayed seated, watching him as he got to his feet, keeping his back to her
without trying to appear rude.

“Your
father is an ass,” she mumbled.

Jack
tried and failed to choke back bitter laughter.

“Yeah,
the sooner you figure that out, the better.” He pretended to fiddle with some
paperwork, never more aware of how many blood vessels there were in his penis.
“Like I said, Mindy, I’ve got to go.”

He
started to move out of the receptionist’s space, needing to get away from
there, away from her, at the same time wanting nothing more than to bury his
face between her legs. He shook his head. He’d never actually been there either,
but at that precise moment it was what he wanted to do so badly he could smell
her from across the room, practically taste her on his lips.

He
shuddered then jumped when he realized she was there, hand on his shoulder.

“Are
you okay?” Her lips were at his ear, too close, too familiar.

He
stepped way, cursing himself for being such a fucking rookie. His knees shook,
and he had to clench his jaw to keep his teeth from chattering. He started
walking away, unwilling to admit what was happening right in front of him.
Every nerve ending he possessed was alert, on fire, right at the surface of his
skin.

He
wanted to fuck. Now. And he wanted to fuck this woman who was undoubtedly so
close to him that if he turned he’d bump right into her tits. He closed his
eyes, sent up a prayer of forgiveness and turned, slowly, coming face to face
with unadulterated, horny female.

Jack
Gordon smiled, put one hand on the wall beside her head. Her skin emanated heat
and his flesh responded in kind. “What do you want from me, Mindy? Proof that
the son is not the same as the father?”

“No,”
she said, putting one of her hands alongside his rough cheek and the other over
his crotch. Her lips were centimeters from his. The pink tip of her tongue
darted out, mesmerizing him as she slid his zipper down, licking her lips. “I
know the son is better than the father already. Although,” she smiled and every
nerve ending he possessed zinged to life, “I think the son has a little bit to
learn.” She sighed, palming his poor, aching cock. “And I’m a good teacher.”

He
leaned close, touched his mouth to hers, slipped his tongue between her rich,
full lips and lost himself, utterly, for the first time to the soft, sweet and
very pleasant flesh of a woman.

Chapter Four

“This
is….” He ripped himself away, trying to gather his forces, to keep from taking
this step with, of all people, his father’s secretary-slash-girlfriend.
Groaning but unable to say a word as she unbuttoned his shirt, he kept his
hands on the wall, let her continue her pleasant path. “Mindy,” he whispered.
“We can’t.”

“Oh,
but we can. We are. We will. Jackie,” she sighed into his lips, molded her lush
body against his now bare torso. “I’ve wanted you to fuck me for such a long
time.” She kissed him, nipped at his lower lip. “Now, take your hands off the
wall.”

She
kissed him again, slipping her tongue between his lips, filling his mouth with
the most amazing sensations before stopping, smiling. “Put your hands on me. I
know you want to.” She stepped into him, forcing him to move back, put her hand
down his underwear and grabbed his painfully stiff shaft. “Come on,” she said,
running her hand along it, her thumb across the fluid that leaked from him and
making him shiver. “Let’s go.”

He
followed her. What were the options really? She had him literally by the dick.
She giggled, pushed open the conference room door. Then let go of him long
enough to tug the blinds closed and turn to him in the now mostly dark room. He
smelled her, heard her, and tasted her still. “Mindy,” he whispered.

“Shh….”
She put her fingers on his mouth. “No talking right now.”

She
pulled him close again, as she leaned against the large table. He plundered her
mouth, diving deep, exploring every corner of it, unable to hold back his moans
of pleasure. His brain burned, his ears roared, and every need he’d ever felt
was centered right at the top of his cock. She put her hands on his face and pushed
him away, smiling. Unable to catch a decent breath, he had his hands all over
her, yanking at her dress, pulling down the other strap.

“Hold
on. Slow down.  Sweet Jackie…go…slower… Kiss me like this.” She put her lips to
his, probed gently at first, then threaded her fingers in his hair as she
increased her mouth’s pressure a little at a time. She drew back, leaving him
with a soft bite to this lower lip. “See? Like that. Not like you’re drowning
but like you’re swimming, coasting, enjoying yourself. Not desperate. Girls
don’t like a guy to seem desperate…trust me.”

She
took his hand, drew it down to the warmth between her legs. “Now touch me here,
slowly, slowly, but firm. Mmm…hmm…yes…right there, that’s it. Brush it with
your fingertip…baby. That is it, touch my clit, tease it. Do you feel it? Under
your finger?” She angled her hips into him as he pressed his thumb to her flesh,
teasing as she said then getting serious, stroking it with the sort of pressure
that was making her squirm and sigh and fill his nose with her lusty odor.

“Can
I…please…” his voice nearly broke.

“Slide
one finger in,” she whispered, gripping the back of his neck with one hand and
kissing him between instructions. “Go deep, like that, oh…yes.” She leaned back
farther, drawing his face to her exposed breasts. “Suck my nipple, hard,
harder,” she whispered as her hips thrust against his hand.

Jack
did as he was told and very nearly came with his finger buried deep in her
pussy and her delicious nipple between his lips. “Now, reach up, angle your
finger forward, find my G-spot, and keep your thumb on my clit. Oh god!” she
yelped, bent a leg, giving him even more access as he sucked at her, keeping
them propped on the table with his free hand. He smiled against her flesh,
shaking as the unmistakable sensation of impending orgasm crept up his spine
and hit him right in the base of his brain.

Mindy
moaned, writhed, and coated his hand with warm fluid. The smell of lusty female
swirled around his brain. “Jack,” She exhaled his name and grabbed his forearm,
the grip and pulse of her sex along his hand amazing and unbelievably erotic.

“What
a quick learner,” she gasped as her body calmed. He pulled his finger out of
her, put it to his lips, making her smile. “Uh-huh. We’ll get to that next. But
first, I think somebody needs their cherry popped.” She grabbed his cock. “I
know you’ve got a condom somewhere, being the Boy Scout you are.”

He
took a breath, unable to speak. Nodding, he pulled his wallet from the trousers
half hanging off his ass. His hands shook so she took it, opened it with her
teeth, and rolled the latex down his length, making him wince at the unpleasant
sensation of being trapped inside a giant rubber hose.

“Sorry,
baby.” She bit his earlobe. “But you should never put this lovely thing into a
strange woman without protection. Ever. Got it?”

Jack
nodded and slanted his mouth over hers, tasting, probing, gentle at first. Then
she gripped him and tugged him back to the table.

He
picked her up, set her on the table, and leaned into her. “Gonna fuck you now,
Mindy.” His voice was firm, which made him sound calmer than he was. The warmth
of her sex was so close, so perfect, so ready for him.

“I
know, Jackie.” Her voice was hoarse. “Come on in.” She angled her hips, gripped
his ass, and groaned. Inch by inch he penetrated her. Jack tried not to come,
really truly tried. As the sweet, velvet glove of her enveloped him, all of
him, encompassed him in a way he had never felt and didn’t think he ever would
again.

She
grabbed his ass with one hand and tugged him down over her with the other.
“Kiss me, baby. Kiss me right now, right as you come. It’s okay. Don’t hold back.”

Jack’s
entire world coalesced around one thing and one woman. He groaned into her
mouth, pounded hard, and came, too fast. But she smiled and cradled his head to
her breasts after, keeping their bodies connected, making him feel loved,
finally, or at the very least, wanted.