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  BURN . . . EROTICA

  VOLUME 2

  by

  Jade Stone

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  Copyright © 2018 by JADE STONE

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  ISBN: 978-1-68299-276-0

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  Burn . . . Erotica Volume 1

  Black Jack

  “Tamara,” called my boss. “Can you come here please?”

  I stopped what I was doing and went over to her desk.

  “Tamara,” she said again, her voice low. I saw her eyes were narrowed, so I bent my head lower. This was obviously serious.

  “Now, when we go away to the forum, you stay away from that Jack McCoy,” she said.

  I felt my face redden, but I straightened up defensively.

  “There is nothing going on between me and Jack McCoy,” I quietly stated back.

  “Good. Keep it that way,” she replied, looking me straight in the eye.

  I nodded, and scurried back to my seat.

  Jane missed nothing. And she had obviously noticed I was getting a bit close to her other aforementioned employee. But I had told her the truth. There was nothing happening between Jack and I. Not yet. But she didn’t need to know that part. Same as she didn’t need to know that I was going to resign at the end of the year, which was now just three months away.

  There was a lot my boss didn’t know about me. I’d worked with her since I got promoted from junior receptionist to her assistant when I was nineteen, three years ago now. But while a lot of my colleagues liked to talk about everything that was going on in their lives, I kept my private business to myself. Such as the fact that I was nearing twenty-three years old and I was still a virgin. That was definitely something I never discussed. Only my best friend knew about that.

  I never planned to stay a virgin this long; I am not religious, and I am definitely not frigid. But I have always been shy around people I don’t know well, especially men. And once I graduated high school, I entered an awkward few years where I just didn’t meet anyone. Unlike my friends who all went to college, I went straight into the workforce, where I was surrounded by people a lot older than myself. I wasn’t sure what career I wanted to do, so at age eighteen I took a reception job at this travel company that had been advertised on the school notice board. After high school, I didn’t get to see my friends much anymore; they were all so busy with college life. I have to admit those four years were pretty darn lonely. But I had finally decided what I wanted to do, and I enrolled at culinary school for the next year. I had also decided I was not going to enter my twenty-third year a virgin. And I knew just the man who could ‘help’ me.

  Before he arrived, I was warned about him.

  “Be careful with that guy,” whispered others. “He loves women, but too much. He cheated on his wife. He’s a heartbreaker. A dog. A big slut.”

  I had no plans to go near a guy who sounded like such a sleaze. Then I met him.

  I have met a lot of sleazy men, but Jack McCoy was not one of them. He only ever treated me with the utmost respect and chivalry. Because of my young age, and—in some people’s eyes—my lowly position as Jane’s assistant, many people were dismissive toward me. But not Jack. He always gave me the time of day, the same as he gave everyone the time of day, no matter who they were.

  ‘Black Jack,’ as he was known, was our leading sales representative. He was nearing forty, with movie star looks, and movie star magnetism to match. He had a megawatt white smile and a holding gaze that was almost hypnotic. But, true to his reputation, he was also a pin stripe suited, cigar smoking, heavy drinking womaniser, who earned his nickname by creaming Black Jack at the casino. He always played too many times after he won, though, so he never profited much from his talent at the game. But the clients loved him. He’d actually worked previously at another office in a different state, but after his marriage ended, he took a transfer to our city. I was surprised he’d been married at all, given what he was like.

  I hadn’t had a boyfriend since I was eighteen. I had planned to sleep with my boyfriend, but, unfortunately, he dumped me for someone else before we got that far. Back then, I had no idea that almost five years later I still would not have met anyone else. I think I was very patient, but in the end I was as frustrated as hell. Nearing twenty-three years old, and never having had a man’s cock inside me, had become a slow burning torture. And I was starting to really notice Black Jack.

  I was under no illusions; this was not a man to fall in love with. Fun with him would never last. But that was exactly what I was looking for. Fun. And that was what I was intending to have when we attended the annual sales forum.

  I was not usually invited to the forum, but I had convinced Jane that I would be more useful managing the event onsite rather than from back at the office. It was for three days and two nights at a resort a few miles away, and it was optional to stay overnight. I opted to stay overnight. And I had my fingers crossed a certain man would also be staying.

  The date of the forum finally arrived. I sat through the boring sales presentations with Jane’s team the whole morning, keeping an eye on the door, waiting for Jack to enter, but to my disappointment, he never appeared. By three o’clock in the afternoon, I was starting to feel my heart sink. Jack was always late, but never this late. What I had been hoping to happen later that night wasn’t going to eventuate. I slumped back in my chair, tuning out my boss, who was still droning on about next year’s sales targets. I was going to stay a virgin until I was thirty. Maybe forever.

  Then the door opened, and in walked Jack McCoy. My heart leapt into my mouth and thudded against my chest. Jane gave him a very unimpressed look, but he simply grinned that white smile of his, the one that allowed him to get away with anything. He gave me the same smile as he took his seat at the table, directly across from me. I put my hands over my cheeks to disguise the redness that had filled them, and crossed my legs to contain the intense heat that had swelled between my thighs. Just the mere sight of him had sent all my senses into a tailspin. I suddenly realised someone was saying my name.

  “Tamara!” Jane barked.

  “Yes?!” I replied.

  “Can you tell us the date of the next board meeting, please?”

  “Oh, sure,” I stumbled, quickly looking it up on my iPad, painfully aware that all eyes were on me, including Jack’s.

  I could smell his aftershave from across the table. The sexy scent wafted into my nostrils and made my head dizzy with desire. A sweat broke out across my back. It matched the wetness that was seeping into my underwear. I fin
ally found the date Jane needed.

  “January twentieth,” I informed her, careful not to make eye contact with Jack.

  I felt his eyes on me as I tried to compose myself, hoping I wouldn’t be asked any more questions, because I was in no state to answer anything more. I was glad I wasn’t required to take minutes at this session.

  The session finally wrapped at six-thirty, an hour later than scheduled. We all filed out to the bar for pre-dinner drinks. I ordered a gin and tonic, and scanned through the crowd for Jack. Once again, he was nowhere to be seen. I sipped my drink, trying not to look or feel too disappointed.

  Finally, just before the bell rang for dinner, he appeared. I smelt him before I saw him, the aroma of spicy aftershave and cigar smoke. I froze as I felt him behind me.

  “What are you drinking, my lady?” he whispered in my ear.

  I was still sipping on the last of my drink, which I drained very fast. I turned to him, my eyes meeting his hypnotic gaze. My knees went weak as his eyes locked with mine.

  “What are you drinking?” I croaked out.

  “I drink anything,” he replied, giving me a wink.

  “You choose,” I said.

  Jack grinned at the barman.

  “Give this lovely lady a flaming Sambuca,” he commanded. “Make it two. Make it a backdraft.”

  I was the daughter of two teetotallers, and I had no idea what he had just ordered. My eyes widened when the barman set my drink on fire.

  “Oh...,” I gasped, as he then threw cinnamon over it, causing the flames to flick up toward the ceiling.

  I watched, enthralled, as the barman then covered the drink with an empty glass, capturing the vapours inside. As he added some ice to the glass, Jack helped himself to two straws, handing one to me. Then he grabbed the two shots, handing the second one to me.

  “Cheers, my lady,” he said, giving me that smile as he clinked my shot glass. We both drained our shots. The warm liquor slid down my throat, setting my taste buds on fire, along with the rest of my body.

  The barman held out the glass containing the ice.

  Jack inserted his straw inside, inhaling the vapours. I had no idea what he was doing, but I followed suit. I felt the vapours fill my lungs, the liquorice flavour of the Sambuca washing through my mouth. I must have sucked a bit hard, because next thing I started coughing. Jack put his hand on my back.

  “You okay?” he asked.

  “Yeah,” I gasped back, stunned at the feel of his touch, which caused me to cough again.

  He stroked his hand all over my back, all over my hair. I leaned over the bar, pretending to get my breath, but I was actually savouring the feel of this gorgeous man’s hand rubbing my body. I realised no man had ever stroked my back like this, and it felt so good. I wiped my brow, the alcohol in the vapour now hitting me. Its warmth filled me all over. Jack leaned closer, his hand still stroking my back, the warmth now surging between my legs, heightened by the alcohol I had just inhaled.

  “You sure you’re okay?” he asked. “Sorry, that might have been a bit much. Vapour is pretty strong.”

  “Yeah, wow,” I said, letting out a laugh. “It’s okay, I’m fine.”

  I noticed the barman had gone to the other end of the bar, and we were the only people left. Everyone else had gone to dinner. And Jack’s hand was still stroking my back... I didn’t dare look him in the face. I could already feel his piercing eyes fixed on me. To look at them would knock me off the barstool. I poured myself a glass of water before I could talk again, and before I could finally look at him.

  “Do you like your room?” I asked.

  “Yeah, it’s great,” he replied, smiling, looking me deep in the eyes.

  I smiled back. I felt the strokes on my back get a bit firmer.

  “Did you arrange it?” he asked quietly.

  “Uh, yeah, I did,” I replied, feeling my face redden even more than it was already. “Everybody has the same room type.”

  I had in fact booked everyone the same type of room—an upgrade to executive suite. I’d told my boss they were the only ones available, but Jack didn’t need to know that.

  “Very nice,” he said. “I don’t usually get a double suite with a king sized bed, full mini bar, and an outside balcony,” he said. “I certainly have no complaints...”

  “I’m glad you like it.”

  “I like it a lot,” he replied huskily.

  I felt his hand slide a bit lower down my back. The heat between my legs started to pound, along with my thudding heart. I could feel where this was going, and I couldn’t believe it was finally happening. Then he removed his hand from my back.

  “We should probably get some dinner,” he said. “See you in the main restaurant.”

  As I watched him leave, I felt like someone had thrown cold water over me. I wanted this man to fuck me so badly, but I wasn’t sure if he was gonna go through with it.

  I sat at a different table from him during dinner, making annoying small talk with colleagues from a different office and barely tasting my food. There was only one thing I wanted in my mouth, and it was Jack McCoy’s cock.

  After dessert was finally served, I saw Jack go back to the bar area with some other people. I waited a while before I made my own entrance. When I arrived, I found him sitting in the cigar lounge with some blonde. I had never seen her before. She was obviously an outsider. I waited until I caught Jack’s eye. He gave me a smile, which was all I needed. I went and plonked myself down on the other side of him. Jack went to introduce me to the blonde.

  “Tamara,” he began, sucking on his cigar. “This is...sorry, what was your name again?”

  “Mandy,” she replied, giving me a fake smile.

  “This is Tamara,” he continued. “We work together.”

  The blonde glared daggers at me over her cocktail glass, which I returned. Normally I would never be so catty, but I didn’t know who she was and I didn’t care; I wanted to get laid tonight, and no one was getting in my way. As she made small talk with Jack, I continued glaring at her, hoping she’d think he was already with me and leave us alone. I briefly scanned the room, also hoping my boss wouldn’t see us. I didn’t see Jane anywhere. Then my plan worked—the blonde finally excused herself after a few minutes, leaving me alone with Jack.

  Jack took a long drag on his cigar.

  “So what time does Tamara usually retire for the night?”

  “Depends when the bar closes,” I said.

  “The bar is closed,” Jack replied.

  He edged slightly closer to me. His knee met mine. A quiver shot up my spine.

  “What are we going to do about that?” he asked huskily.

  “I guess I’ll need to continue at the mini bar in my room,” I said quietly.

  “Now there’s a grand plan,” said Jack. “I think I’ll do the same.”

  He stubbed out his cigar and stood up from his chair. He smiled down at me.

  “Guess I’ll see you in the morning,” he said, giving me a wink. “Don’t drain the whole mini bar now.”

  I sat in my chair as I watched him walk away, dumbfounded. Was this guy fucking with my head? The heat between my legs that had been building up to a raging fire dissipated in a couple of seconds. I was about to storm out of the cigar bar when I saw the key to his room sitting on his chair. I picked it up, staring at it. Was this...what I thought it was? I dialled him on my mobile phone.

  “You left your room key here,” I told him when he answered.

  “Oh, I did?” he asked. “Well, I have another. You can give it to me in the morning. Unless, you want to bring it to me tonight...?”

  It didn’t take me long to decide. Not long at all.

  “See you in the morning,” I replied before hanging up, and began walking toward the elevator.

  When the doors closed behind me, I looked down at Jack’s room key. His room number was 818. I pushed level eight. As the elevator slowly moved upwards, I stood alone inside, staring at myself in the mi
rror, holding the key to his room. My heart thudded against my chest. Did I really want to do this? With him? There was no going back if I did... The thought of Jack McCoy made my thudding heart skip a beat. The thought of his mouth on mine made it pound. And the thought of his cock inside me made me so hot I could barely breathe. When the doors opened, I had my answer.

  He answered on my second knock. Even though I had a key, I was too nervous to use it. As he stood against the doorframe, I could tell he’d been expecting me. But I stood frozen to the spot.

  “Tamara Montgomery,” he whispered. “You are a very naughty girl...”

  When I didn’t respond, he reached for my wrist, pulling me toward him. As soon as we were in his room and the door had closed behind us, his arms wrapped around my waist and his lips covered mine. At first, I went completely limp. As he held me, and his tongue entered my mouth, I literally felt as though I was falling from a cliff. My head fell back as his mouth dropped down and he covered my neck with kisses. I gasped as his hair brushed under my chin, his breath against the sensitive skin on my neck making the room spin. I felt his fingers undo the buttons on my jeans, and his hand slipped inside. I gasped into his shoulder as his fingers met my dripping wet sex, two of his fingers gliding easily inside me. I moaned as he fucked me with his hand.

  “You okay?” he whispered in my ear.

  “Oh yeah...” I murmured back.

  “You seem a little drunk...”

  “I’ve never felt better,” I whispered truthfully.

  “You are really, really wet,” he said huskily.

  “That’s because of you...”

  “That’s good.”

  I melted into him as his mouth met mine again, and the room swirled as his hands pushed my jeans down over my ass. He was right. I was drunk. Drunk with lust. Never had I felt so overcome with lust in my life. I had wanted this so badly for so long that my desire for sex was overwhelming me, and I could tell he was genuinely shocked at how wet I was. I found my back against the wall as he ran his hands over my breasts, and I could feel his erection hard against my stomach. As his tongue explored my mouth and his hands explored my body, I went to grab his belt buckle, but he was already dropping to his knees. By now, my jeans and panties were down by my own knees. He nudged my legs further apart, running his hands up the outside of my thighs as he looked up at me. My knees began to quiver as I realised what he was about to do.