Chapter 37

SATURDAY (An Evening with Emily)

Jake and Emily walked to the entrance to his apartment building. The night watchman nodded respectfully as he held the door open for them. “Good evening, Mr. Thompson,” he greeted them, his eyes briefly taking in Emily’s appearance, knowing Jake was in for a good evening.

“Evening, Brian,” Jake responded with a tired smile as they crossed the polished marble lobby toward the elevators.

Once inside the elevator, Jake put his hand on Emily’s back, his fingers making small circles on the bare skin through the open section of her dress. “You were quite the hit tonight,” Jake murmured, his lips grazing her ear. “I saw how all those old men were hanging on your every word.”

Emily giggled softly, leaning into his touch. “I was just being friendly; although I’m sure their wives will want to send me thank-you notes when they get the fuck of their lives tonight,” her blue eyes sparkled mischievously as she looked up at him.

The elevator doors glided open with a muted chime, and Jake led her down the hallway to his apartment. Inside, Jake flicked on the lights, illuminating his spacious, tastefully decorated living room. “Make yourself comfortable,” he said, shrugging off his tuxedo jacket and draping it over a chair. “Would you like a drink?”

Emily kicked off her heels with a sigh of relief. “Just water. I’ve had enough champagne for one night.” She moved to the full-height windows that offered a stunning view of the city skyline, a panorama of twinkling lights against the night sky.

Jake returned from the kitchen with two glasses of water and paused to admire Emily’s silhouette against the window. The midnight blue of her dress appeared to merge with the night sky beyond the glass, making her appear nearly ethereal. “Here,” he said, coming up behind her and handing her a glass.

Emily took one sip, set the glass on a nearby table, then turned to face him. “Thanks,” she replied, reaching up to loosen his bow tie completely and let it hang around his neck. Her slender fingers moved to his shirt buttons, undoing them slowly, one by one. “You look good in a tux, but I like your office attire better,” she said, winking. She finished unbuttoning his shirt and slid it off his shoulders, her fingertips running over his warm skin. Next, she reached around his waist and unhooked his cummerbund, tossing it to the side. She lowered herself before him and untied his shoes, helped him step out of them, then removed his socks.

From the floor, her eyes radiated with deep longing. Her slender fingers skillfully worked his button and zipper, then pulled his pants down his legs along with his boxer briefs, liberating his semi-hard cock. She leaned in close, her breath a warm caress against his skin, placing a tender kiss on the sensitive tip of his penis, her lips soft and velvety.

Rising from her kneeling position, Emily slowly slipped out of her dress, letting the fabric cascade down her lithe figure and pool at her feet like the dark, mysterious waters of the midnight sea. She pressed her nude body against his, her breasts and hardening nipples rubbing against his chest. “Tonight, you are going to fuck me where you never have before,” she tempted seductively.

Jake looked at her with a playful, lopsided grin. “In my bedroom?” he teased.

“That too,” she responded, giving his cock a squeeze, then turning and sauntering across the living room towards the hallway, her bare ass beckoning him like a siren’s song.

Jake grabbed the two glasses of water, figuring they would need to rehydrate later, turned off the lights, and headed to the bedroom. He set the glasses down on the nightstand and heard the light spray of water echo from the ensuite as Emily turned on the shower.

Casually leaning against the doorframe, he watched her step into the shower, the warm water streaming over her magnificent naked body. He stared dreamily as she tilted her head back, letting the water sluice over her long, dark hair.

She turned to face him, water droplets adhering to her eyelashes. “Are you going just to stand there and watch, or are you going to join me?” Emily called out playfully as she ran her hands over her wet body.

Jake smirked and stepped inside the shower, the warm spray enveloping them both as he wrapped his arms around her slender waist. Their lips joined in a hungry kiss, tongues dancing together as their wet, slick bodies pressed against one another. Emily’s hands roamed across his back, feeling his firm muscles.

Jake reached for the shower gel, squeezing a generous amount into his palm, and began washing her body with deliberate, sensual movements. His soapy hands glided over her shoulders, down her arms, cupping her breasts, thumbs circling her nipples until they stood erect and sensitive.