Andrew lay with Jill in his arms listening to the soft sounds of her breathing. They shared a quiet evening at her house, snuggling on the couch and watching a movie – romantic comedy this time. They’d gone to bed early and two orgasms for Jill and one incredible orgasm for Andrew later, she had fallen asleep in his arms.
His appreciation of the sweet sounds of Jill while she slept was disrupted with the shrill sound that indicated an incoming call from Debbie. He shifted Jill over to free his arm and reached for his phone on the nightstand.
“Debbie? What’s up?” It wasn’t unheard of for his assistant to call him late at night and with the quarterly meeting the following day, it was possible that she had remembered some small detail they’d forgotten that day.
“Andrew, it’s Bob,” Andrew heard Debbie’s husband say on the other end of the phone.
He felt a chill at the sound of Bob’s voice and knew right away something was wrong.
“What’s wrong, Bob. Is Debbie okay?” he asked. He felt Jill sit up next to him.
“Debbie’s in the hospital, Andrew. She was attacked tonight outside our apartment,” Bob said.
Andrew heard the words catch in the other man’s throat.
“Attacked? When? Where?” He leapt from the bed and started to dress.
“It looks like a mugger. Debbie didn’t see anything other than someone in a dark ski mask and dark clothes. They came up behind her in the stairwell and stabbed her in the back, then grabbed her purse and ran. She’s okay. Just a flesh wound, really. She’s frightened and shaky but not hurt badly,” Bob said.
“Thank God.” Andrew sank back down onto the bed, the adrenaline that coursed through his veins making him shaky. “Can I do anything? Do you need me at the hospital?”
“No. They’ll release her tonight. She was able to walk the rest of the way to the apartment to get me. She’s really not hurt badly. The police thought the mugger must be new at this because it was such a shallow cut. They said it showed hesitation. Debbie wanted me to tell you she won’t be in the office tomorrow but she’s worried because of the quarterly meeting.”
“She doesn’t need to worry. She has everything ready to go. We’ll be fine. Tell her to rest and take as much time as she needs. I’ll check on her tomorrow.”
“Thanks, Andrew. I appreciate that.”
“Hey. Bob. Uh, I don’t mean to pry but I thought your apartment was in a pretty safe complex. Do you guys need help finding somewhere else to stay?” Andrew thought of Debbie as a lot more than an assistant and the idea that she lived somewhere dangerous made him uneasy enough to broach the subject, uncomfortable as it might be.
“That’s the weird thing. We live in a very safe neighborhood. There haven’t been any other reports of muggings. The lights in that section of the stairwell had been broken and the police thought it was likely done by the mugger. I don’t know what to think now, Andrew.” Bob sounded frustrated.
“Well, if any other incidents happen there let me know and we’ll help you guys find something else quickly. Tell Debbie not to worry about work. I’ll swing by and see her after the meeting tomorrow, if it’s not too late.”
He hung up the phone and turned to find Jill watching him. She seemed to have guessed most of what had happened from the side of the conversation she’d heard.
“Debbie was mugged? She must have been so scared!”
Jill hadn’t met Debbie yet but Andrew had told Jill about her.
“She’s okay. Just a few stitches. She’s scared, though. Someone came up behind her in the stairwell and stabbed her and grabbed her purse ... It was only a flesh wound, but it’s scary to think what could’ve happened.”
He pulled Jill onto his lap and buried his face in her neck.
“Your heart is racing a mile a minute,” she said, her hand on his chest.
He didn’t answer. He couldn’t. He was too busy thinking about what he would have done if Jill had been the one hurt. He pulled her tighter and held on until his pulse stopped racing.
He began to nuzzle Jill’s neck, brushing his lips against her soft skin. Buried in the warmth of her neck was turning out to be one of Andrew’s favorite places to be. He could immerse himself forever in Jill, breathing in her scent. Somehow, in the middle of winter, she smelled like summertime. Like grass and sun and sand. Like happiness. And contentment.
He felt her squirm beneath him and he laughed. “I guess we’re awake now.”
“You certainly are,” she laughed and he felt her wiggle her bottom on his lap, where he was already hard and ready for her.
He gripped her hips and held her tighter. Jill dropped her mouth to his and Andrew captured her lips. Hot and soft and all his. Only his.
He ran his hands up her body and watched her respond to his touch. His palms grazed the sides of her breasts and she leaned further into them, her hands playing through his hair. Andrew groaned and gathered Jill, flipping her over onto the bed. He came down over her, pressing his thigh between her legs, spreading her legs for him.
She sighed and lifted her body toward his. She deepened their kiss and Andrew let his hands roam her body, exploring and teasing. They moved slowly, taking their time. He knew then that he would never need anyone else to satisfy him.
Only Jill. He could never tire of her body. The soft moans and sighs she made. The urgent movements when she needed more of him.
“Andrew,” Jill gasped. He would never tire of the sound of his name on her lips. He stroked Jill’s core, teasing with just the amount of pressure that always seemed to bring her to the edge. He watched her beautiful face, watched her come apart in his arms and knew he would never tire of that, either.
Jill’s body was still reeling when Andrew slid back between her legs. He kissed her lips...deep, sensual kisses that kept her head up in the clouds. She felt like she could get drunk on his kisses. His touch. The taste of him. He quickly found a condom in the bedside drawer and rolled it over his hard, thick length.
She felt him between her legs, pressing into her, deeper than anything she’d felt before. Jill moaned and pulled him closer, wanting more of him. Wanting all she could have.
“I can’t get enough of this feeling,” she whispered.
He groaned. A deep rumbling sound Jill felt deep in his chest.
“I could wrap my arms and legs around you and hang on forever,” she said, and Andrew’s groan came again while he drove deeper and harder.
“You’re killing me, Jill,” he said as he crushed her mouth with his and swallowed her small gasps and moans.
She raised her hips, pushing him deeper. She made small circles with her hips, meeting each stroke of his with a circling stroke of her own. She felt his breathing become uneven, raspy. She felt an erotic power as his body coiled for release above her.
With a deep roar, Andrew’s resolve broke and Jill’s orgasm began with his. He continued to drive into her, drawing her orgasm out long after his own ended. Jill fell, exhausted, beneath him.