Southern Heat Book 1 : The Secret Room (4 page)

“I'd better get home. It's getting late,” Amy whispered.

“Why? Who are you going home to?” he asked.

“No one,” she said quietly.

“Why leave when you have someone right here who wants to hold you all night?” he asked rolling her over and planting a passionate kiss on her. His hands moved down to her hard clit, and he started rubbing her with his thumb and forefinger. “Come for me again,” he said breathing heavily into her ear. “Now.... come....”

A forceful, pulsating orgasm ravaged her body as his fingers delved deep inside of her rubbing her g-spot. A clear liquid dripped out of her onto the table much to her shock.

“Have you ever had a g-spot orgasm before, baby?” he asked.

“No, I don't think so...” she said breathlessly.

“Good. I'm glad I can do that for you,” he said smiling as he pushed up onto one elbow.

“Then let me do something for you,” she said giggling as she sat up and immediately pushed him over. She moved into the sixty-nine position and took his rock-hard member in her mouth. Flicking her tongue over the head, she moved her mouth up and down his shaft until he was arching his back over and over.

“You like that?” she asked chuckling.

“Oh, yes, ma'm....” he moaned closing his eyes. “And I certainly love the view from here,” he said slapping her butt cheek.

She took him into her mouth, deeper and deeper. Sucking and flicking, she teased him with her tongue. Suddenly, his hands grabbed both of her hips from behind and she felt his warm tongue probing her inside. He used his fingers to rub her bud quickly side to side before slipping two fingers inside to massage her g-spot again.

“Umm....” she let out a moan and temporarily stopped pleasuring him to enjoy the sensations he was giving her. He sucked at her clit, bringing more blood to the surface. Then he would flick it around with his tongue to tease her.

“That's right, firecracker.... come for me....” he whispered as he writhed underneath her.

Amy went back to work on him, bringing her own form of pleasure to his waiting member. Together, they writhed in synchronicity as a wave of orgasm flooded them both. Wracked by exhaustion from their time in the secret room, Amy and Jack once again laid on the table. Only this time, they slept in each other's arms. No words were exchanged. Hours passed.

“Oh my gosh, it's morning!” Amy said in a loud whisper as she jumped to her feet forgetting exactly where she was. The candle had burned out, and she tripped over the edge of the table tumbling to the floor.

Jack quickly re-lit the lantern to see Amy on the floor naked on all fours.

“That position will get you in trouble, firecracker,” he said easing down behind her and kissing her naked behind.

“No, Jack.... We can't. The Tarton's may already be home. It's 9am!” she said looking at her glow in the dark watch.

“You're right. We'd better get out of here. After all, your car is out front. They are seriously going to wonder why you are still here,” he said.

Amy and Jack quickly got dressed and opened the door to the secret room. Amy glanced in a mirror in the library and fixed her frazzled ponytail as Jack checked out the large window overlooking the driveway.

“They're home,” he said putting his hand over his own mouth in fear and amazement.

“Oh my gosh.... what are we going to do?” Amy was panic-stricken.

“Leave it to me, okay? Just go along with me,” he said.

Jack grabbed Amy's hand and pulled her out into the hallway. Mr and Mrs. Tarton were in the front foyer looking around. It was obvious who they were looking for. Jack dropped Amy's hand before they saw him and started down the stairs.

“Jack? Is that you? What were you doing up there?” Camille Tarton was not amused as she snipped at Jack coming down the stairs.

“Mrs. Tarton. Nice to see you made it home. Did you have a nice time at the party?” Jack smiled the fakest smile that Amy had ever seen.

“Don't ignore my question, Jack. Why were you upstairs and who is this?”

“This is Amy Kincade. You know.... the real estate agent you hired,” he said.

“Wait. Our appointment was yesterday. Did you stay here last night?” Camille was none too happy.

“Of course not, Mrs. Tarton. Amy had some car trouble and had to reschedule for today,” Jack replied.

“We've been home for 30 minutes. Where have you both been?” Mr. Tarton interjected. An attorney, he didn't appear to be buying the story.

“Amy wanted to see the secret room.... you know, for a sales feature to show buyers. Well, that darn lock got stuck and it took us awhile to get back out. Gotta get the handyman here to check that....” Jack trailed off.

“Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Tarton. So nice to finally meet you,” Amy said. Jack made his way out of the room and back into the stable as Amy toured through the home with Camille. They discussed pricing and marketing before the Tartons agreed to give Amy the listing.

She went out to her car to get a sign and lockbox and found Jack crouched behind her convertible.

“Jack, what are you doing? I don't want the Tartons to see you down here...” she said half laughing.

“I just wanted to say goodbye. I really enjoyed our time together, Amy. I hope I will see you again.... soon,” he said caressing her leg and quickly kissing her kneecap before trotting off to the stable.

A full week passed, and Amy still couldn't get over her encounter with Jack. Maybe she should just forget it, she thought.

“Amy, you have a phone call on line one,” said Amy's receptionist at the real estate office.

“Thanks, Val,” Amy replied as she walked to her desk to answer the phone. She didn't have Jack's number, so she was hoping that he would call her. So far, no such luck.

“Hello?” Amy said.

“Amy, darling, this is Camille Tarton. Listen, honey, I have some bad news for you. We have found a buyer for the house on our own. As you know, we had a clause that we would owe no commission if we sold it ourselves,” she said in her best snooty, albeit threatening, tone.

“Oh.... okay.... well....” Amy was at a loss for words. She was really looking forward to that big commission.

“Please come remove your sign and lockbox this evening as the new buyer will be moving in this weekend,” she said before hanging up.

“Wow, she really is a bitch,” Amy mumbled as her broker, Dallas Callahan, walked by giving her a disapproving look. Dallas was pretty conservative, so she didn't appreciate cussing in the office.

“Sorry, Dallas. Bad news on the Tarton Estate. They sold it themselves,” Amy said putting her head on her desk.

Later that day, Amy headed up to the estate to get her sign. As she pulled into the long drive, she remembered how lovely the week before had been with Jack. Why hadn't he called her? Where would he go now that the new owner was moving in?

Camille Tarton met her at the door.

“Hello, Amy. Listen, hon, I am running out to get a few things for our new penthouse in Atlanta. Your business cards and marketing materials are on the kitchen counter. Be a dear and remove those as well. Just lock up when you leave,” she said brushing past Amy.

“Okay.....” Amy muttered walking into the house.

“Oh, and Amy.... the new owner will be coming by shortly so make sure that you tell him the extra key is under the pot on the patio. Got it?” she asked pretentiously.

“Got it,” Amy said rolling her eyes as she turned around. Who did this woman think she was? Knowing she wasn't getting a commission, Amy didn't feel overly motivated to be her servant.

Amy walked through the house once more, gazing up the staircase where the secret room was. She imagined what life must be like for someone wealthy enough to live there. Just then, she felt Jack's hands around her waist and his lips met the nape of her neck.

“Jack....” she whispered closing her eyes and turning to kiss him passionately in the foyer. “Why didn't you call me?”

“I was very busy....” he said smiling. “Come with me....”

He led her back up the infamous staircase and into the library. He pressed the button for the secret room and the door opened. Inside, there was a large antique canopy bed with beautiful white linens on it. Candles were all around the room and soft music was playing.

“What is this? I don't understand...” Amy said stuttering over her words.

“Amy, I didn't tell you one very important thing about myself.....”

“What?”

“You see, the Tartons never knew that I have my own trust fund. My grandfather was a wealthy oil man in Texas. He left my father a lot of money, and I received a trust fund when I turned 21. I've always been kind of frugal.... waiting for the right moment to use my money. I love horses and gardening, so I decided to work doing my passions. When this house presented itself, I realized that I could finally have everything I wanted. Using the money now makes sense....” he said as he tipped her chin up to look at him.

“So you bought the house?” Amy asked incredulously.

“Yes. I bought the house. But there is one thing missing from this house,” he said looking around the room.

“What?”

“You. It just isn't worth it without you,” he said scooping her into his arms and whisking her over to the freshly made bed. “Be with me, Amy. Make this place a home,” he whispered.

“But we barely know each other...” she said.

“Well, there are 26 rooms here, so you are welcome to have your own if you want. I just want your presence here.....” he said kneeling on the floor. “This isn't about what we did in here the other night. I feel a real connection with you...” he said.

“I feel a connection with you too.... I've never felt like this.... like lightning bolts....” she said stumbling over her words again.

“Amy, let me be clear. I love you. I want this to be our place forever,” he said.

“I love you too,” she admitted as she fell into a passionate kiss with Jack yet again.

Two years later, Amy was preparing their antebellum home for a big wedding. Jack had renamed the property “Firecracker Estates” much to Amy's chagrin. He said it made him laugh, and she always loved that about him.

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