One Long Embrace
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Jay leaned back in his chair and stretched. There was nothing else he could do right now but wait. The sound of bare feet on the stairs made him swivel. He closed the computer just as Tara appeared.
Jay ran his eyes over her as she approached him. She wore his bathrobe and by the looks of it nothing else. He could get used to that. To her.
“Why didn’t you wake me?” she asked and sat down on his lap. She wrapped her arms around him as if she’d done so a million times.
He drew her closer for a kiss, brushing softly over her impossibly red lips. “Good morning.” He casually put his hand on her thigh. “I wanted to let you rest after last night.”
“I don’t need any rest.”
He chuckled and loosened the belt of the robe so he could reach inside and caress her soft skin. “Looks like I’ve got myself an utterly insatiable woman who needs my constant attention.”
Tara pouted. “I’m not needy. If that’s what you’re trying to say.”
“Oh, I wasn’t trying to infer that at all. I was referring to your sexual appetite. It seems quite endless, or do I remember incorrectly how you rode me last night like the devil was chasing you?”
She blushed like a schoolgirl.
Jay palmed her breast and squeezed it softly while he rubbed his thumb over her nipple. “So I didn’t dream that, huh?”
He shifted her on his lap, so that she was suddenly straddling him, her robe now wide open in front, her pussy lining up with his groin. He could already feel himself get hard.
Tara sighed. “I wish we had time for more this morning, but it’s already past eight.”
“So?” He ground his pelvis against her.
“It’s Monday. Don’t you have to work on Zach’s house?”
The question jolted him. Damn! He had to maintain his cover, and playing the rich bachelor who could afford to spend his entire day on a boat making love to a gorgeous woman wasn’t in the cards. He had to be Joe Ordinary, a man who worked with his hands and couldn’t just call in sick when he felt like it. Not that he ever did that as the CEO of his own company. He was no stranger to sixty-hour work weeks. But being the boss did have its perks. You could choose when to work and when to play. Apparently as Joe Ordinary you couldn’t.
“Yeah, and that totally sucks right now,” he admitted and gave Tara a gentle slap on her cute ass. “Now you’d better get dressed, before you tempt me even more.”
She smiled sinfully and stood up. “I tempt you?”
Jay rose from the chair. “Don’t ask questions when you already know the answer to them.” He kissed her on the tip of her nose. “Do you want breakfast before I leave?”
She shook her head. “I’ll grab something in the village.”
“In Amagansett?”
“Yeah, I thought I’d catch a ride with you. I took the Jitney to the Hamptons, and I don’t have a car. You said the house is close to Amagansett, right?”
He nodded numbly. Shit, she couldn’t take a ride with him. Not in his Ferrari. His gig would be up the moment she saw his car.
“I need to get some things since I packed very little. Uh…” She suddenly hesitated. “Jay?”
He was pulled from his thoughts. “Yes?”
“Is it really okay if I stay with you on the boat for a while? I mean if you don’t want me to—”
He put a finger over her lips. “No, no. I told you, I want you to stay.”
A relieved smile spread over her face. “Good. Then let me just shower quickly and get dressed and you can drop me anywhere close to Amagansett.” She pivoted before he could come up with an excuse as to why this was a bad idea. An extremely bad idea.
He had to think fast. There was no way he could let Tara know what car he drove. But he needed a car to get to the house. The boat was on one end of Montauk and the house practically on the opposite end.
Jay snatched his cell phone off the desk and scrolled through his recent call list. Who was currently staying in the Hamptons and was close enough to get him a replacement car?
Paul? No, Paul was back in New York, according to his sister. Instinctively, Jay rubbed his chin. The area was still a little sore from the punches Quentin had landed, but his bruises would heal.
Daniel? Most likely he and Sabrina weren’t even up yet, though they were still staying at Daniel’s parents’ house in Montauk.
Hunter? While he didn’t have a house on Long Island, he’d driven in from New York specially for the Gilberts’ party. At the party he’d mentioned that he was staying at a bed and breakfast in East Hampton. Definitely closer than Zach, whose house was located in Bridgehampton, a few miles farther south from Montauk. And Hunter was an early riser. Not to mention resourceful.
Jay ran his eyes over her as she approached him. She wore his bathrobe and by the looks of it nothing else. He could get used to that. To her.
“Why didn’t you wake me?” she asked and sat down on his lap. She wrapped her arms around him as if she’d done so a million times.
He drew her closer for a kiss, brushing softly over her impossibly red lips. “Good morning.” He casually put his hand on her thigh. “I wanted to let you rest after last night.”
“I don’t need any rest.”
He chuckled and loosened the belt of the robe so he could reach inside and caress her soft skin. “Looks like I’ve got myself an utterly insatiable woman who needs my constant attention.”
Tara pouted. “I’m not needy. If that’s what you’re trying to say.”
“Oh, I wasn’t trying to infer that at all. I was referring to your sexual appetite. It seems quite endless, or do I remember incorrectly how you rode me last night like the devil was chasing you?”
She blushed like a schoolgirl.
Jay palmed her breast and squeezed it softly while he rubbed his thumb over her nipple. “So I didn’t dream that, huh?”
He shifted her on his lap, so that she was suddenly straddling him, her robe now wide open in front, her pussy lining up with his groin. He could already feel himself get hard.
Tara sighed. “I wish we had time for more this morning, but it’s already past eight.”
“So?” He ground his pelvis against her.
“It’s Monday. Don’t you have to work on Zach’s house?”
The question jolted him. Damn! He had to maintain his cover, and playing the rich bachelor who could afford to spend his entire day on a boat making love to a gorgeous woman wasn’t in the cards. He had to be Joe Ordinary, a man who worked with his hands and couldn’t just call in sick when he felt like it. Not that he ever did that as the CEO of his own company. He was no stranger to sixty-hour work weeks. But being the boss did have its perks. You could choose when to work and when to play. Apparently as Joe Ordinary you couldn’t.
“Yeah, and that totally sucks right now,” he admitted and gave Tara a gentle slap on her cute ass. “Now you’d better get dressed, before you tempt me even more.”
She smiled sinfully and stood up. “I tempt you?”
Jay rose from the chair. “Don’t ask questions when you already know the answer to them.” He kissed her on the tip of her nose. “Do you want breakfast before I leave?”
She shook her head. “I’ll grab something in the village.”
“In Amagansett?”
“Yeah, I thought I’d catch a ride with you. I took the Jitney to the Hamptons, and I don’t have a car. You said the house is close to Amagansett, right?”
He nodded numbly. Shit, she couldn’t take a ride with him. Not in his Ferrari. His gig would be up the moment she saw his car.
“I need to get some things since I packed very little. Uh…” She suddenly hesitated. “Jay?”
He was pulled from his thoughts. “Yes?”
“Is it really okay if I stay with you on the boat for a while? I mean if you don’t want me to—”
He put a finger over her lips. “No, no. I told you, I want you to stay.”
A relieved smile spread over her face. “Good. Then let me just shower quickly and get dressed and you can drop me anywhere close to Amagansett.” She pivoted before he could come up with an excuse as to why this was a bad idea. An extremely bad idea.
He had to think fast. There was no way he could let Tara know what car he drove. But he needed a car to get to the house. The boat was on one end of Montauk and the house practically on the opposite end.
Jay snatched his cell phone off the desk and scrolled through his recent call list. Who was currently staying in the Hamptons and was close enough to get him a replacement car?
Paul? No, Paul was back in New York, according to his sister. Instinctively, Jay rubbed his chin. The area was still a little sore from the punches Quentin had landed, but his bruises would heal.
Daniel? Most likely he and Sabrina weren’t even up yet, though they were still staying at Daniel’s parents’ house in Montauk.
Hunter? While he didn’t have a house on Long Island, he’d driven in from New York specially for the Gilberts’ party. At the party he’d mentioned that he was staying at a bed and breakfast in East Hampton. Definitely closer than Zach, whose house was located in Bridgehampton, a few miles farther south from Montauk. And Hunter was an early riser. Not to mention resourceful.
