The Bongiovi Christmas was much like holidays in Rachel’s
family. They were filled with fun,
family, food, and wine - and lots
of it all.
Jon’s parents, brothers and their families were as warm and
welcoming as they had been in previous times spent together. Dorothea had also been gracious during her
short time with the clan. “You always were partial to Cartier” was her only
semi-catty comment, offered as a presumed jab at Jon when she noticed Rachel’s watch.
The children remained with their father for several days
after Christmas and as such, Rachel and Jon slept in their own homes. Work had taken up so much of Rachel’s time,
she’d scarcely seen any of them, able to join Jon’s family for only a couple of
dinners since the Christmas.
At a stop sign a several miles out from the Jersey house,
Jon sent a brief text to his lady, hoping to catch a few minutes alone with her
now that he’d dropped the kids back off with their mother.
[5:42 P.M.] JON:
Busy?
The lack of response a full five miles later was a good
indication that she was, in fact, swamped with year-end business. It wasn't much of a surprise, since she'd
warned him as much weeks ago, but he was anxious. Anxious to get out of the damn car, which
he'd spent entirely too much time in today.
More than that, he was anxious for some alone time with Rachel.
Naked time.
Screaming, naked time.
Sexually-deprived Jon was an unusually tense guy and her
continued lack of response to his text message was not helping matters. It certainly wasn't helping the headache that had been building for days
while he'd been surrounded by his parents and children.
Having his own key definitely had its advantages and Jon
chose to bypass his driveway in favor of Rachel’s. He'd taken up an odd habit, at least odd
for him. Wherever Rachel was, he kept
the key to that house with him at all times.
He wasn't insecure about her or them, but there were so many hours spent
away from each other, he found that key
in his pocket to be a constant reminder that no matter how miles were between
them, he could get to her.
Her SUV was visible through the windows in the garage door,
so he knew she was home. He wasted no
time in pulling the key from his pocket and, after approaching the door at a
near-run, he put it to good use. When he
closed the front door behind him, he could just make out the sound of Rachel’s
voice coming from upstairs.
Following the sound that teased his neglected libido,
he found her on the phone in the office. While he could only hear her side of the conversation, it didn’t sound
like it was a banner day in the real estate world.
“Enough of this shit!
If they don't have it funded by the cut off tomorrow in time to release
for recording on the 31st, kill the deal.
I'm leaving on vacation come hell or high water as soon as funding
cutoff times on the West Coast have hit. You can talk to James if you get in a
bind while I'm gone…..Turks and Caicos….yeah….can't wait….okay…will do. Thanks.”
Her distracted “Hey” in his direction didn’t discourage
Jon’s intentions. There was only one
thing on his mind and he leaned down to her desk, taking her hands in his. Pulling
her into a standing position so he had sufficient access to twist his
arms around her waist, he ground himself
up against her in the horny man’s traditional greeting.
“I have been DYING to do that for five... long... fucking
days.”
The ringing phone didn’t dissuade his hands from roaming
under her sweater in an attempt to get at her bra clasp.
“Jon – I gotta get this.”
Rachel had stepped out of his grasp and turned her back on
him to answer the phone. Rather than get
his feelings hurt, Jon gave an
appreciative leer to her very firm backside. Undeterred by her obviously problematic
phone call, he pressed up behind her to continue the assault under her
sweater. From all accounts, she appeared
oblivious to him and remained completely immersed in her latest work drama.
“Just what we needed. No, that won't work….investor guidelines won't allow it. If you put it in as a pre-pay I can make it
work there….okay…send me the revised HUD and I'll take a look. Thanks…I’ll be on the lookout for it.”
Ordinarily, Jon didn’t have any problem putting Rachel in a
receptive mood. She was as into him as
he was her. Today however, he was horny
beyond words and she didn’t know he was in the same room.
“Rachel… baby …. Have I mentioned it’s been FIVE days?”
“Yeah, honey, I know,” she placated him, flipping a file
folder open with a hurried flick of her wrist.
“But I don't even have an hour right now – West Coast is still operating
and I'm putting out fires left and right.”
She couldn't even be bothered to look at him, let alone
return his kisses. She was too busy
shuffling papers to take notice of the vein threatening to burst in his
forehead.
“I’ll soooo make it worth your while, Rach.”
Instead of dropping to her knees like a fantasy girlfriend,
she only patted his chest in that dismissive way women did and offered him a
token kiss. “I know you would. I just can't right now. There’s chaos on every file. I told you it would be this way at
year-end. Two more days and we'll be on
vacation and I'll make it up – ”
Jon didn’t hear anything other than “two more days” before
interrupting her.
“TWO DAYS?!?! Uh,
No. My balls will be so high up by
then I’ll never find them again. You
don't know what it’s like for a guy.
Really, babe, it’s torture. I
don't need an hour, just twenty
minutes. Hell, fifteen! Give me fifteen
minutes so I can knock the edge off and then I’ll leave you in peace.”
The ding of her email alert was constant and Rachel turned
to glance at her computer before stepping back to the desk. “Jon, I have to review these numbers.”
Frustration was evident as he ran his fingers through his
hair with a mighty huff. “Rachel, I have
a headache that has moved all through my head and down my neck. You could get rid of it in fifteen minutes –
or maybe ten. Whatever.
Just – honey, are you listening to me???”
He didn’t know if it was his pathetic tone or imploring eyes
that had roused her attention when she finally turned to look at him. She
raised her eyebrows and shook her head at him, muttering, “Oh... my...
God!”
Her acknowledgment of him was all he needed to think he had
a green light. He started feverishly unbuckling his belt while
simultaneously trying to pull Rachel’s clothes off her.
“You’re the BEST, baby… No wonder I love you so much. Christ, I can't wait to get rid of this
headache.”
He'd moved on to the zipper of her jeans and was trying to
tug them down her legs, only to be derailed by her boots. “Jesus, baby you could help me get these
boots off ya know!”
During the frenzied effort to be naked, Jon hadn’t noticed
her lack of response, verbal or otherwise, but now he couldn't miss her
muttered “Shit!” When he looked up, she had turned her head and was reading
something on her computer screen while absently unzipping one of the
troublesome boots.
The whine in Jon’s voice couldn't be hidden. “Baby? I don't think you’re really into
this….”
He'd seen that look before. Not on her face, but
he’d seen it hundreds of times on Dorothea’s face – every time he did something obviously
ridiculous. Rachel gave him a hard blink
like she couldn't believe what he'd just said.
“Ya think?
Maybe? What was your first clue,
Jon?”
His ego may have been slightly deflated, but his pecker was
as determined as ever. “Are you giving
me a mercy fuck?”
“Judging from the bulge in your jeans, you’re not in a
position to complain.”
“No. But I sorta
thought you'd show up at least. I didn’t
expect to have to compete with your emails.”
This was the rock star People magazine named one of sexiest
men alive?; Rachel mused. He looked
hilarious and pained. She would've liked
to laugh, but instead, she took the two steps necessary to stand toe-to-toe
with him, never taking her eyes off his.
It was beyond peculiar, but somewhere in those two steps,
everything that had held her attention captive disappeared in a haze of
lust. The only thing in the room was
Jon.
Overdressed Jon.
Her palms slid down the front of his shirt and caught the
hem at the bottom, pulling it up and over his head. As soon as the garment cleared his face, she
could see the intent to ravage was written clearly in his eyes. She didn’t notice which of them pulled her
sweater off, but it was Jon who flipped the clasp at the front of her bra,
tossing it across her desk. When her
hand slipped into his jeans, he hissed and she thought maybe, just maybe, his
eyes rolled back in his head.
Clothes started flying, mostly hers. Jon couldn't be bothered to do more than let
his jeans drop to his ankles before he picked her up. With a rumbling growl, he laid her across her
desk and roughly pulled her to the edge, impaling her in the process.
If the phone rang, she never heard it. She had no trouble ignoring the chiming email
alerts. The only thing Rachel was aware
of was the leverage she gained by grabbing the edge of the desk as Jon slammed
into her time and again.
The fires on the West Coast could keep on burning because they were nothing in comparison to the inferno currently building on her desk by the Navesink River.
The fires on the West Coast could keep on burning because they were nothing in comparison to the inferno currently building on her desk by the Navesink River.
Great chapter, but I have a question that I've been single too long to answer. Is it common for a man to walk in on an obviously very busy and frazzled woman, say, I'm horny, and expect to be accommodated? Or does this only work when you look like sex on a stick?
ReplyDeleteDefinitely not common. Unless you are JBJ aka sex on a stick.
ReplyDelete“No. But I sorta thought you'd show up at least.
ReplyDeleteThat was the best.line. EVER!
Love these two! Great chapter!
Lol, yep, only works with sex on a stick! I thought he was gonna get very pouty and storm off lol!
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