Chapter 2

Pete sipped his wine slowly as he stood on the side and watched the reception crowd. Mom really hadn’t needed him. One of the senior directors from New York had whisked her off a few minutes after they arrived so she could “meet some people.”

A pointed glance from the director had made it clear to Pete that he wasn’t invited.

Still, it was amusing to watch the social and political maneuvering. He didn’t know any of the names or actual titles, but it didn’t take long to figure out who the bigwigs were, by how the others treated them.

No one gave Mom that deference. Which was a shame, given how hard she worked.

There weren’t as many women as he’d expected either. Maybe a quarter of the room. Most were close to Mom’s age, but none were as attractive.

He snorted softly. He wasn’t supposed to notice how sexy his mom was, now was he?

But he wasn’t blind. Objectively, she was. Even some of his friends said so.

He surveyed the room again. Yeah, none of the women here held a candle to Mom. Jenna came close, but that was it.

And speaking of Jenna, he needed to get going...

‘This,” Jenna said, “was amazing.” She slid the plate with a few remaining crumbs of chocolate cake away. “How did you find this place?”

“The concierge recommended it.” He leaned back himself and swirled his dessert wine.

“So sophisticated.” She smiled at him. “It’s hard to believe you’re so young.”

He shrugged, but then smirked. “It has its advantages.”

“Oh?” she playfully asked.

“Mmm hmm. Stamina for one. Appreciation for another.”

“Is that so?” She leaned forward. “But what about ... experience?”

He moistened his lips. “Where it counts.”

“I can’t believe I’m doing this.” She chuckled and rolled her eyes.

“But we are doing this. Right?”

She smirked, and then slowly nodded.

The door to the suite had barely shut when Jenna was in his arms. They kissed, deep and passionately. As their tongues met, he dropped his hands to her ass. She moaned when he gave her a squeeze. A minute later, her own hands found his butt.

His heart raced as the kisses heated. She started fumbling with his buttons, but he stopped her and then tugged her towards his bedroom. She pulled her blouse off as she strode ahead of him. He started unbuttoning his own shirt.

At the foot of his bed, they each paused and grinned at each other as they stripped to their underwear.

Jenna wore black panties and bra, with lacy trim. Pete chuckled.

“What?” she asked coyly.

“My favorite color.” He moistened his lips.

“Mmm?” Her eyes flashed as she regarded his briefs of the same color.

“Let me.” He pulled her into his arms again for another kiss. As they made out, his hands found the clasp of her bra. He flicked his wrist and popped it free.

Jenna finished the kiss and grinned at him. “Pretty smooth.”

“Young, but experienced.”

“Good.” She kissed him again.

He slowly eased her bra off without breaking the kiss. She helped, but the moment it hit the floor, he moved his hand around to her breasts. She moaned as he caressed and lightly squeezed. Her nipples were stiff under his fingers and she gasped when he flicked them.

He shifted his kisses to her jaw, and then behind her ear. She shuddered and closed her eyes as he worked his way south. She moaned when he reached her breasts and lightly licked her nipples. When he lightly bit her nipple, she gasped. He chuckled, low and throaty, before continuing south.

The strong smell of her arousal greeted him as he tugged her panties down. Once again, she helped him. He kissed her mound and the arrow of her pubic hair. She shifted her stance as he kissed lower, but he paused.

“This will be better on the bed,” he said.

She was on her back in a flash.

He kissed, licked, sucked and fingered. She was tangier than he was used to, but juicier. She shuddered every time he pressed her clit with his tongue, so of course, he kept doing it. He tightened his lips around it and sucked. She moaned, but shuddered more when he went back to simple pressure.

He continued to lick and press as he brought a finger up. She gasped when he slid it inside and curled it. Her juices increased, bathing his tongue. He stroked and licked and nuzzled until she arched her back and went stiff. He held still while she shook. She didn’t cry out, and after a moment, she gasped and collapsed back on the mattress.

“Ready for me?” he asked.

“Yeah...”

He quickly shed his underwear and then kissed his way back up her body. When he was far enough that the head of his cock nudged her pussy, he waited. She smiled at him and nodded.

He reached down and adjusted himself so his dick nestled between her folds.

Then he slowly pushed in.

Jenna sucked in her breath.

Her warmth and wetness surrounded him as he eased forward. He moved slowly until his hips met hers. He closed his eyes for a moment and savored the pleasure.

Then he began to thrust.

She rolled her hips to meet him. He couldn’t quite kiss her—their heights weren’t quite right, but he buried his head next to her ear while she ran her hands up and down her back.

“Oh, Pete...,” she moaned. “Yeah ... keep doing that.”

He screwed her hard but steadily.

“Oh, Pete...”

“You’re so sexy,” he murmured in her ear. “Can you feel how hard I am? How hard because of you?”

She groaned.

He rose up so he could look at her face. She had her eyes closed, but she was gasping with each thrust.

He grinned. Time to make her come.

He sped up, thrusting harder and harder. She wrapped her arms around him and urged him on. A few minutes later, she went over the edge with a loud cry.

He chuckled.

When she’d caught her breath, she opened her eyes and gave him a loopy grin.

“Another?” he asked.

“You haven’t come.”

“After you have another.”

She sucked in her breath. “Okay.”

With a groan, he pulled off her and flopped to the side.

“Wow,” she said. “Just wow.”

“Yeah.” The waves of pleasure were still washing through his body. “That was a big one.”

“For both of us.” She grinned at him. “I don’t think I can go again.”

“Me neither.”

“What?” she teased. “Three times is too many?”

He laughed. “Well ... for now. How about in the morning?”

“Maybe ... I have to be at my meeting at eight.”

“Plenty of time.” He smiled at her.

She laughed. “You are incorrigible.”

“And you love it.”

She nodded, but then yawned.

“Yeah.” He reached over and turned out the bedside lamp.

Pete slowly eased awake. The room seemed more gray then black, though still quite dark. Beside him, Jenna lay on her side facing away. She breathed quietly, her body barely moving under the rumpled and askew blankets.

He blinked once, twice. Then he closed his eyes again and rested for a bit. But as much as he hated it, he was definitely awake for the long haul. He slowly shifted until he could see the clock on the nightstand. Six fucking a.m. His body clock was definitely still screwed up from the flight.

He rolled on his side away from Jenna and pulled the blanket back up against the light chill of the room.

Last night had been ... wow. Just wow.

His dick stiffened.

Yeah. Wow.

When did Jenna have to be at her meeting? Eight? Yeah, she’d said eight.

Plenty of time for a round of morning sex.

He grinned. He knew just how to wake her up.

He started to ease the covers down, but stopped himself. He wanted to wake her up. Not the cool room. Slowly, he burrowed under the blankets, doing his best not to disturb her. When he was low enough, gentle pressure on her hip helped roll her onto her back. She stirred a little and mumbled something, but it was too muffled by the blankets for him to make out.