Peter sat in his office, mulling over a new case. His thoughts suddenly went to Jill and their erotic encounter the previous night. They exchanged phone numbers after another heated kissing session in the parking lot of the nightclub, and he’d promised to call her, but he wasn’t sure if it was too soon.
The phone rang and Peter answered, “Flannigan here.”
“Peter. Larry. How’s things?”
Peter took in a deep breath. “Good. Busy. You?”
“Not bad. Busy. Hey, did you get all the information on the Dutchmen file?” Dutchmen was the family name of a man who recently died in town and his children had suddenly turned into vultures.
“Yep. Looking at it right now.”
“Good. You’ve got a handle on it? Need any help?” Larry offered.
“Nope. It’s all good.” Peter hesitated, “Say…err…never mind.”
“What’s up? Something on your mind?”
Peter answered reluctantly. “Um…Jill, you know, Linda’s cousin?”
“Yeah. What about her?”
“She’s…normal, right?”
“Yeah. Why?” Larry chuckled.
“Nothing. I just met up with her by accident last night at Harlinton’s Club.”
“Oh yeah? What was she doing there?”
“She was supposed to have a business meeting but it got cancelled.” Peter explained.
“Huh. She usually has those at the office. Busy girl.”
“Yeah. Um, do you think Linda would be okay if I asked her out?”
Larry paused. “Sure. I don’t think she’d mind. I can ask her for you if you like.”
“No, no.” Peter interrupted frantically. “Don’t ask her. If Jill found out I asked permission she might think I’ve got issues or something.”
Larry laughed softly. “No problem, brother. Go on and have fun. She’s a good girl.”
“I will. Listen, I gotta go.”
“Same here. Talk to you later.”
***
“Who was that?” Linda asked. She was home for her lunch break, and thankful Larry was working from home so they could dine together.
“Peter.” Larry laughed.
She gave him a knowing look. “What did you do?” her tone was insinuating.
He lifted his hands in mock defence. “Nothing…at least…nothing more than what we talked about.”
Linda crossed her arms over her chest. “Well I hope to God you’re having an easier time than I am. It was no small task convincing Jill’s assistant to make up a cock-and-bull story to get her to that club. Lord knows what kind of dirty looks she’ll give those poor bastards at the real meeting.”
Larry laughed out loud. He was having too much fun. “It was a piece of cake, actually. This guy, Buster Wakefield, called him up and set up a fake appointment with him at the same bar.”
She furrowed her brows. “Who the hell is Buster Wakefield?”
He smiled and pointed at himself.
***
Jill fixed her hair in the entrance mirror before draping her jacket over her shoulders. She was supposed to meet Peter at the movie theatre in twenty minutes. He wanted to meet her at her apartment but the Dutchmen case had him swamped, so he had to squeeze her in for a couple of hours after work.
She arrived at the theatre first and sat on a bench in the entrance doors to keep warm. Her nerves were showing; shaking hands barely allowed her to adjust the strap on her purse so it wouldn’t fall down her shoulder. Peter and she had spoken briefly on the phone, but just hearing his voice on the other end of the line was so sensual. He had a really sexy telephone voice; it made her break out in goose bumps.
When she saw his BMW pull up and park just two cars down from hers, she felt her heart pound. He wore a brown, soft leather jacket and grey dress pants over a white dress shirt that had crease marks at the neckline; proof that he’d recently removed his tie. She loved the way he dressed. Men who dressed up nicely always turned her on. He flashed her a toothy grin as he entered the vestibule where she stood.
Bending down to her he gently placed his hands on her hips and kissed her lightly on the lips, sending shivers down her spine. “Hi.” he said casually but the sexy tone was enough to send her hormones flying.
“Hi.” she said, unable to keep her eyes from his lips. He kissed her again and took her hand in his. “Did you have a nice day?” Peter asked.
“It wasn’t bad; those guys I was supposed to meet at the club acted like nothing happened. They were as aloof as always.”
He smiled, stroking the inside of her palm with his finger. “I’m glad it all worked out. I was holed up in the office all day. In fact I have to head back after the movie is over.”
“Are you serious?” Jill was incredulous.
Nodding, he pursed his lips. “Either that or I have to be at the office at five in the morning. I have to prepare a motion for a judge I’m meeting with at nine.”
“Did you ever hear back from that guy you were supposed to meet with?”
“No,” he sighed as they waited in line for tickets. “Easy come easy go.”
As they entered the assigned theatre, Jill chose a seat far in the back row. “I’m a little far-sighted,” she explained. “Do you mind?”
He shook his head. “Not at all. It’ll be quieter back there anyway.”
The movie began in the all-but-empty theatre. “How long has it been since you’ve seen a movie?” Jill asked.
”Probably two years.”
“It’s been about three for me.” Jill supplied. “However I do remember it isn’t a good sign when the theatre is nearly empty.”
Peter took her hand in his. “Well at least we’ll have good company.”
She smiled, staring at his lips. He leaned in and kissed her chastely on the mouth. She waited for more but when the picture began he wrapped his arm around her and relaxed. Halfway through the boring movie, Jill turned her head towards Peter and kissed his neck. Pleasantly shocked, he smiled and lifted a brow coquettishly. “Do you want to watch the rest or would you rather get out of here?”
“It’s up to you.” She answered, trying for honest, when all she could think about was his growing erection behind the zipper.
His eyes were hooded. He leaned in and cocked his head to the side as he kissed her passionately, plunging the depths of her mouth with his tongue. When he pulled back, he saw the lust in her eyes that matched his. “Where do you want to go?” he whispered, trying in vain to hide the husky tone in his voice.
“I don’t know.” She answered, angling her head so she could kiss his neck again; this time all the way up and down the length of it. Feeling a vibration from his throat she knew he was moaning and it drove her wild. As she straightened up and met his eyes, she notice that they had darkened.
“God you drive me crazy, woman. Let’s get the hell out of here.” Peter took her hand in his and led them out to the parking lot. He let go of her hand only to push the button on his fob to unlock the car door. “After you.” he said, gallantly, allowing her to enter the vehicle. Jill couldn’t help but feel delighted that he had tinted windows. A jolt of excitement caused her to shiver.
Peter entered the car and turned the key so he could fire up the heater. “I don’t think we’ll be in need of that.” Jill said as she lifted a brow and leaned in. What followed was a battle of the tongues. A panting, wet, kissing mess went on for several minutes before they broke apart. “Back seat.” Jill ordered breathlessly as she opened her door.
Peter didn’t hesitate. He followed her. Once the doors were locked, Peter’s lips collided with Jill’s as they continued kissing passionately until the windows were so fogged up nobody could ever see in or out. Surprising Peter, Jill’s hand trailed downward. When her hand met his belt he stopped kissing her for a moment. “I haven’t been to third base in a while, Jill.” he said nervously.
“Just relax.” She whispered against his lips. As she loosened his belt and the top button of his pants she could feel his hardness poking upward against his belly button. His tongue plunged deeper into her mouth as her hand slowly lowered the zipper, releasing him fully. Her hand wrapped around him as he gasped.
His eyes widened when her head disappeared. When her lips met his skin he swallowed slowly. Her mouth took his flesh from shaft to tip. His eyes rolled back as his head fell onto the headrest. “Oh Lord Jesus.” he breathed, feeling the strong sensation of suction on his most private part.
Jill’s hands were surprisingly apt at kneading while her mouth sucked and licked him voraciously. She relished the moans and gasps coming from Peter as he squirmed in utter pleasure. His chest rose and lowered as his breathing grew more ragged. Suddenly she lifted her lips until they met the sensitive ridge just under the head and he sucked in a deep breath of air. “God, Jill, I’m close.” he said in a tone that begged her not to stop.
His statement encouraged her to clamp down and suck harder and faster until she felt the warm gush of seed enter her mouth. He cried out, releasing himself fully to her. When she lifted her head and met his eyes he appeared completely satiated. “I better call in sick tomorrow.” he sighed. “It’s going to take me a couple of days to recover from that.”
She smiled. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
He cocked his head to the side and laughed softly. “My God, Jill. That was…that was…there are no words to describe it.”
The back of Peter’s hand stroked her cheek. “Thanks for that. It’s been a very long time.” he said appreciatively.
Jill kissed him as he tucked himself back into his pants. “I could tell.”
He laughed. “I guess you could. I don’t remember the last time I was pleasured like that.” He adjusted his zipper and turned toward her. “Now, what can I do to return the favour?”
Looking at the small space inside the luxury vehicle, Jill pursed her lips. “You’re much too tall for what I had in mind.”
“I suppose you’re right.” He said just as his phone began to ring. Jill reached over since she was closer, and grabbed his jacket from the driver’s side seat. She handed him the phone and he shook his head. “Dammit. It’s Judge Reinhold. I’m sorry, I have to take this.”
“That’s okay. Go ahead.” Jill insisted.
The conversation was short and one-sided. Basically all Peter said was hello and then he listened. When he hung up he looked disappointed. “I’m so sorry, Jill. Something has come up in the case and the Judge wants to discuss it with me before I file the motion. He wants me to meet him at his place in ten minutes.”
The forlorn and genuine look of hurt on Peter’s face made her heart ache. She hadn’t seen a sincere expression like that on a man ever. “Really, Peter. It’s okay. I understand completely.” She said and meant it.
He smoothed a curl behind her ear and kissed her compassionately on the lips. “I’ve never met anyone like you before. Any other woman would have had a hissy fit under these circumstances.”
She said simply, “I’m not any other woman.”
Peter looked at her as if he’d known her all his life. “That’s right. You’re not.”
***
It had been forty-eight hours since their romantic escapade in the back seat of Peter’s car. Friday night would never be the same again. He was picking Jill up at her place and taking her for a surprise evening out. She was politely instructed to prepare an overnight bag and wear something formal. Everything else was a secret until they met. Her cell phone beeped and it was Peter, letting her know to meet him out front in two minutes.
Her brows furrowed as a white stretched limousine turned onto her street. It looked so elegant against the white snow on the ground and as the tires crackled under the packed white stuff Jill saw the back window lower and Peter’s glowing smile appear. “What are you doing?” she laughed, putting her hands together as if in prayer. “What is all this?”
Exiting the vehicle, Peter was dressed in a three piece tuxedo. She nearly melted at the sight of him. Motioning her to the vehicle Peter bowed and kissed her hand. “My lady.”
Jill lowered herself into the limo and noticed the tinted partition window was closed; she couldn’t see or hear the driver. “My goodness, Peter, this is too much.” She gasped. He sat next to her and closed the door. The car began to move and Peter leaned in to kiss her. He smelled heavenly, her hormones were racing already.
“You look stunning.” He said, peering downward at her knee-length red silk dress and matching pumps. The material was slippery against her skin but warm enough for the winter weather.
“So do you.” she said, flashing him a smile. “Where are we going? The anticipation is killing me.”
He lifted a finger. “No, no…it’s still a secret.”
Raising a brow she leaned in and kissed him deeply. “Well if you’re going to be a tease,” she murmured in between kisses.
Peter chuckled, running his hands down her back. Her jacket was open so he could feel her smooth skin under the material. “Are you hungry?” he asked, pulling back.
“Starved.”
“We’ll be dining in five minutes…if you can behave until then.” he said, taking her hand in his and kissing her tenderly.
As they arrived at the five-star restaurant, Jill was in awe. There was an ice sculpture planted in the middle of the front roundabout driveway. Antique candelabra were hung from the arched entrance and a man dressed in a tuxedo similar to Peter’s greeted them at the door. “Wait.” Jill said to Peter as he turned to her before entering the establishment. She quickly ran her thumb over his lips, removing the lipstick residue.
He winked at her, sending chills down her spine. The maitre’d checked their coats and the host directed them to a table with a window view of the side garden.
Jill had heard of the restaurant but had never dined there. There was a month-long waiting list to get a table the last she’d heard. “How did you make reservations?”
“Spielman’s had a law suit about five years ago and I recommended Larry to litigate for them. Ever since then both Larry and I get in without question.” Peter explained, and then changed tack, “No wait,” he bobbed his head and snapped his fingers in jest, “I know people. That sounds so much cooler, doesn’t it?”
Giggling at playful Peter, Jill sat down as he pulled the chair out for her. “Any other prestigious places you get into because you’re a lawyer?”
“Nope. This is all I’ve got.”
As the wine list was delivered, Peter ordered and took Jill’s hand in his. “The last three days have been really different for me.”
Jill nodded. “Me too,” she smiled, “You bring any other girls here lately?”
He closed his eyes and shook his head softly while lifting her hand to his mouth. Peter kissed her hand and lowered it back down. “Just you.”
The waiter brought their wine and poured elegantly into two flutes. As they were left alone, Peter spoke. “What about you? Do you date much?”
Jill took a sip of wine and her eyes widened. “God, yes.” She answered and watched Peter’s face change. “Oh, no, I mean. God, yes, the wine is delicious.” She scoffed. “No, I don’t date much.” she corrected herself, “My sister set me up with a guy about a year ago but it went so badly I warned her to never do that again. After that I haven’t dated anyone.”
Peter was intrigued. “What was so bad about him?”
“He was really forward. Impetuous. Egotistical. Not at all my type.”
Smirking, Peter asked. “And I’m not too forward? I mean, we only knew each other a half an hour and we made out.”
Jill stuck her hand out and caressed his fingers. “If you recall, I was the one who asked you to dance and I was also the one who kissed you first.”
“Ah,” His brows lifted as his eyes danced while he looked at her. “And we’ll just forget about the other first right?”
“I won’t.” she said.
He drew in a deep breath as his eyes darkened. “Nor will I.”
The menus were placed on the table beside them as they were broke from their steamy reverie. “So what do you recommend?” Jill asked Peter.
“I honestly don’t know.” he said. “According to Larry the steak here is great.”
Jill’s nose scrunched. “What about the seafood? Is it supposed to be good?”
He looked at the picture on the menu. “It looks good.”
They ordered their meals and ate in near silence. Soft instrumental music played in the background while the mini candelabra lit the dining area romantically. When their plates were empty Peter gently grasped Jill’s hand again. “I know a great pastry place just up the street from here if you want to have dessert elsewhere.”
Jill sighed, satisfied. “I couldn’t eat another bite. Maybe next time?”
“Sure.”
The waiter brought the check and Peter paid as Jill excused herself to use the lady’s room. He was waiting for her by the door when she finished, with their coats draped over his forearm. Peter ceremoniously placed Jill’s coat over her shoulders and snuck a kiss on her cheek. As if on cue, the white limousine pulled up to the front of Spielman’s, and the driver emerged. He opened the door for Jill and Peter climbed in on her side as well.
“Thank you, that was lovely.” Jill said and kissed him appreciatively on the lips.
“It was my pleasure.” Peter bowed his head gallantly.
“Where to, Mr. Flannigan?” the driver asked through the partition window.
Peter looked at Jill. “Wherever the lady likes.”
“Oh, gosh, I don’t know.”
“There’s a light show taking place just on the other side of town. It’ll take about a half an hour to get there if you’re up for that?” the driver offered.
“Sounds great.” Peter said as the car began to move.
Closing the partition window via remote, Peter’s eyes were hooded as he stared at Jill’s lips. “What will we do for a half an hour?” he asked, feigning innocence. The sexy look on his face set Jill’s pulse soaring.
Her hands plunged into his hair as their lips met. His tongue was soft and warm and found all the right places inside her mouth. As she removed her left shoe with her right foot, and then her right shoe with her left foot, she swung her left leg over and straddled him. Peter pulled her jacket off and threw it to the seats on the opposing side and then did the same with his.
She loosened his tie and removed it as the top button was popped away from his shirt, revealing the soft down hair below his neck. Jill immediately began kissing and sucking his neck as he moaned deliciously from under her. “Oh no,” he warned seductively. “I believe I owe you something.”
He gently lifted her off him and placed her to his left. Peter lowered himself onto her and kissed her deeply. The weight of his body on her set her heart thumping. She could feel his hardness against her thigh and wanted so badly to grasp it, but he moved too quickly, kissing her neck and unbuttoning the lone three buttons at her neckline.
Discovering she was braless in the dress, thanks to an inner shelf bra, he moaned at the sight of her naked breasts. “God, you’re beautiful.” he breathed, kissing and sucking her hard nipples. She squirmed under him, trying desperately to wrap her legs around him. Lowering his hands to her outer thighs he pulled her silky dress upward to reveal her garter and thong underwear. “You’re so sexy.” he panted, feeling the lace lingerie.
Moving southward, Peter kept one hand on her left breast, kneading it gently. Jill moaned and mewled, hot from his touch, begging for more. Lifting her legs he kissed her chest, tummy and then her inner thighs as he slid her underwear to the side, revealing her wetness. He couldn’t find the words to describe how sensual her female area was, but it beckoned him. Her sensitive nub was swollen, wet, and begging to be licked. He didn’t hesitate.
As he dove in, taking her body into his mouth, she cried out in pleasure. It had been so long since she felt such delicious tingling there and he seemed so practiced despite his lack of experience of late. His tongue was warm and gentle yet hitting the exact spot so well as it circled every nerve ending. It was mere minutes before he heard her cry out, begging him not to stop. He took her in fully and sucked hard as he felt her release. When her body pulsed, he licked faster, and the veins in her neck popped out as her body arched.
“Oh, God, Peter!” she moaned as her body calmed.
He leaned over and watched her as her eyes remained closed. He loved that she looked satiated thanks to him. His arousal beat desperately behind his zipper but he didn’t want to be presumptuous. Respectfully, he remained simply leaning over her using his elbow for support, so she could enjoy the afterglow.
Suddenly she opened her eyes and gave him a strange look. “Is there something wrong?”
He frowned satisfactorily, “Not at all. Just enjoying watching you.”
Lifting a brow she reached over and unzipped his dress pants. “This is not a spectator sport.” she said seductively. “There’s a condom in my purse. Get it.”
He blinked half in shock as she pointed to her handbag beyond her head. As he reached she undid the rest of his shirt buttons and sucked on his nipples. He remained in that position, enjoying the sensation as her hand met his hardness. “Pass it to me.” she ordered.
As she placed the condom on him he watched her attentive eyes. It was such a turn-on to be with a woman who knew exactly what she wanted and was not afraid to go after it. When she finished he didn’t waste any time. Once skin met skin and he filled her completely, they both gasped in ecstasy.
“Oh, Lord have mercy.” Peter cried as he placed his forehead on hers. “I’ve died and gone to heaven.”
She was so tight inside he was thankful for the condom. The sensation was so extreme he had to slow before he started. “God, Peter, just go.” Jill whispered. “It’s too good.”
His muscles rippled in front and back as Jill watched him pound in and out of her voraciously. The feeling was sublime. As he sucked her nipples while inside her she went over the edge again and clenched as she felt her release.
“Jesus, Jill, I’m going to cum.” Peter breathed as his eyes shut tight. He moaned and cried out and then pushed his head into the crook of Jill’s neck.
They both lay on the leather seat panting, feeling the other’s heart beat. When Peter lifted his head, he kissed her slowly and deeply on the lips, then he gave her a peck on the forehead. “You’re so…beyond wonderful.” he said, opening his eyes.
“You, too.” she whispered.
He kissed her once again and rose as he helped her up. They managed to tidy themselves just in time for the car to stop. Respectfully the driver did not emerge until Peter lowered the partition window. “It’s a chilly night.” the driver said. “You should watch from in there.”
Peter looked at Jill and kissed her hand. “I agree.”