Jack gripped her by the back of the knees and knelt between her thighs. This was happening…it was actually happening…Ivy breathed quick, shallow breaths to calm herself. It didn't work. Jack had his cock in his hand, and the tip pushed against her clitoris. A spasm of pleasure shot through her, and Ivy instinctively lifted her hips to offer herself to him. With one smooth stroke he was inside her. He pushed her dress up to her stomach, gripped her waist and rode her with firm steady thrusts. She couldn't believe she was doing this, letting a strange man fuck her while her boss watched. She lifted her head and watched Jack's cock pumping in and out of her. No denying it—she was doing this. Her head fell back on the sofa and she turned toward Lennon. She didn't mean to meet his eyes but as soon as she did, she couldn't look away. See me…she wanted to say to him. Look at me. I'm not who you think I am. I'm not just your assistant. I'm a woman, and I need you like this…He saw her. Those blue eyes of his never left hers as Jack fucked her. If only he knew her, knew it was her. It's me…she told him with her eyes. It's Ivy, and I want you enough I did this for you, to be with you…
Jack was fucking her hard now, and Ivy opened her legs wider for him. Lennon moved from the chair and sat on the steamer trunk next to them. She wasn't ready for him to touch her, but touch her he did, pressing his hand onto her lower stomach and pushing down as if trying to feel Jack's cock moving inside her. Then Lennon dipped his fingertips into his white wine and touched her clitoris with them. She inhaled sharply, nearly flinching at the sudden coolness on her burning body. He grinned as he rubbed the swollen knot of flesh, toying with it at first before giving it the serious attention it needed. Her hips moved in tight circles as Lennon touched her and Jack fucked her. All sensation was concentrated in her pelvis, in her sex. Lennon worked her clitoris with two fingers and it more than she could take. This man she adored and lusted after touching her so intimately while she was being fucked…she came with a cry and a shudder, her hole gripping and grabbing at Jack's cock still pounding her. He slammed his orgasm into her as Ivy lay back, closed her eyes and took it.
She was empty inside again and her body felt warm and drowsy. Somewhere she heard a door open and close. Ivy was being lifted into strong arms. Limp and spent, she let the strong arms pull her upright and press her into the back of the couch. Thighs nudged her legs open and someone penetrated her again. Ivy opened her eyes and found herself in Lennon's arms, her chin on his shoulder, her legs wound around his waist, as he pinned her to the back of the couch with his cock inside her.
His hands were on her back, lowering the zipper on her dress. She stiffened, suddenly wide awake.
"We're alone," Lennon said, kissing her bare shoulder as he slid the straps of her dress down her arms. Down, down it went until he'd pushed her dress to her waist, baring her breasts for him. "Don't be shy."
Shy? She was finally having sex with the man she'd adored for two years. Ivy leaned back, arching for him, offering her breasts to him. He ran his hands over them, squeezing them lightly, holding them in his palms as he licked and sucked her nipples. Lennon was sucking her nipples and it felt better than anything had ever felt in her life. Fucking her softly at first, deeply, and then harder and harder. Jack had warned her Lennon would be rougher with her than he was. But Jack hadn't warned her it would feel this good. He was fucking her so hard now she could feel it in her stomach. She loved it, needed it, had needed it ever since she went to work for Lennon. He pulled out of her but only to turn her, bending her over the sofa arm. He entered her from behind and fucked her deep, his hands holding her breasts and squeezing them, tugging the nipples until she moaned.
"You like this?" he asked, and his voice sounded so unlike him. So forceful and dominant.
"Yes."
"When I'm done fucking you I'm going to flog you. Then fuck you again. You want that?"
"Yes." She was so wet from his thrusts she felt it dripping down her thighs.
"I knew you would."
But how did he know? He didn't even know it was her.
He didn't know…
"Red," Ivy said.
Lennon pulled out of her immediately as Ivy yanked her dress back up.
"What's wrong?" he asked, looking scared, concerned. He touched her arm. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"
"No," she said, scrambling off the sofa. "I'm sorry."
He reached for her again as she headed for the door, but she kept walking away from him and out of the house.
What was she thinking, having sex with her own boss without telling him it was her? Jack knew he was having anonymous sex with a girl he'd never met before. But Lennon didn't, and that wasn't right. No matter how much she wanted him, how good it felt, it wasn't right.
By Monday morning, Ivy had pulled herself together as best as she could. She dressed in her normal clothes, did her hair the normal way, prepared to act as normally as she could. She wouldn't blow her cover. She wouldn't confess. She wouldn't put Lennon in a horribly awkward position because she'd followed him to his party like some lovesick puppy. She would be a grown-up and carry the secret. In the break room she poured two cups of coffee and marched into his office like it was any other day.
"Morning," she said, handing him his coffee.
"How was your weekend?"
"Good. Yours?" Ivy asked, keeping her face empty of expression.
"Good. Too short."
"Typical, right?"
"Right. But back to work. Can you bring me the Close Brothers file?"
She walked to the filing cabinet and opened the top drawer. When she pulled out the file, something fell out onto the floor.
Ivy bent to pick it up and found a black mask in her hand.
She looked at it, then looked at Lennon who was smiling smugly at her with his hands clasped behind his head.
"You tan easily, you know," he said. "But your Star of David pendant blocks the sun. You have a six-pointed pale spot on your chest."
"You knew it was me?"
"The whole time…"
"I didn't mean to. Jack was there and he asked me what I wanted and I said you. What's going to happen?" Ivy's heart pounded outside her chest, the mask clutched in her hand, memories of his mouth on her breasts and his fingers on her clitoris setting her to blushing and flushing and burning inside and out.
Lennon stood up and walked over to her. As he passed the door, he closed it and locked it.
"What would you say to a four-day weekend?" he asked. Before she could answer he dipped his head and kissed her slow and deep and long, his tongue touching hers, his hands on her lower back and roaming lower, and his hips pushing into hers. She pulled back from the kiss and stared up at him. He knew. And she knew. And they'd done it anyway. And now they were going to do it again.
"I would say…Hell yes, boss. Best idea I've ever heard."
***the end***