The Weekend Girlfriend Part 2

Sat.u.r.day, glorious Sat.u.r.day.

I smiled as I woke up to sunshine streaming through my window, stretching out the kinks. After a fitful night of sleep, I was glad to see that I would not have to endure the tension building between Kyle and me for at least two days. Still, I couldn't help but wonder if he had slept well. Ugh, this was rapidly becoming personal and we hadn't even done our big performance. He shouldn't be occupying my thoughts as he was doing on my day off. He was my boss, for G.o.d's sake.

Throwing back the covers, I padded to the kitchen barefooted, pouring myself a cup of coffee.

"Jess."

"Oh my G.o.d," I squealed as the coffee mug slipped out of my hand, falling into the sink with a loud crash. My hand flew to my chest as I eyed Kyle standing in the living room, his arms crossed over his chest and a small grin on his handsome face. If I thought he looked hot in a suit, he looked scorching dressed down in a blue polo and jeans that clung to his legs in a way that had to be illegal. "What are you doing here?"

"I thought we could spend the day together," he frowned, pulling out his cell. "Didn't you get my email?"

"It's Sat.u.r.day!" I protested, my hands flying to my hair, which no doubt was all over my head. Luckily I was wearing a pair of sleep shorts and a T-shirt, my usual sleeping attire. "I don't check emails after I leave the office."

"Gretchen let me in on her way out," he said without an apology. "We need to spend some time together, Jess, before next weekend."

"But, but," I started. It was my day to lounge around, do some retail shopping, and gorge myself on Chinese food; not spend time with my boss!

"I've made some plans for us," he continued as if I wasn't even speaking. "A ride around the bay on my boat, some lunch. I won't force you to spend all the time with me, just some of it."

"You aren't forcing me," I grumbled. Like it would be such a hard thing to spend time with him. "Did you say boat ride? You aren't talking like an old fishing boat, right?" I detested any boat without a motor and less than three seats. Another date gone horrible had caused that hatred. One dunking in a murky pond and most people would be inclined to agree.

"Much, much bigger," he winked. "I doubt it will disappoint you in the least."

I went warm as I thought of the night before, the s.e.xual innuendoes that had been happening between us. Was I even safe to go out in the middle of the bay with him? Could I fight him off if he really turned on the charm? Did I really want to? "Alright, give me some time to get ready," I sighed. At least it would be a gorgeous day and I would be on the water, not at work.

"I will be right here," he smirked, his expression smug knowing that he had won.

d.a.m.n him. Leaving the shards of my mug in the sink, I stalked back to my room and pulled out a pair of white shorts and a blousy tank top, knowing that it concealed my problem areas but showed off the girls without looking s.l.u.tty. Well, there were two ways to look at this. Either he really wanted to get to know me or get in my pants. Either way this was going to be an interesting day.

Throwing on the outfit, I ran a brush through my hair and applied the lightest of makeup, choosing a pair of strappy sandals to complete the look. It must have been fate that I had just shaved my legs last night or else he would be waiting a long time. Grabbing my purse and a light jacket, I made it out of there in under ten minutes.

"I don't think I have ever met a woman who could get ready so fast," Kyle remarked as I entered the living room again. "You look good, Jess."

"Thanks," I muttered, still not over the fact he was ruining my perfect Sat.u.r.day.

Kyle just chuckled as he ushered me out of the door. "I promise to make this a relaxing trip. No work, just a bit of fun." I bit back a smile as I saw the Porsche at the curb, wondering if he had remembered my remarks about this car, or was it just wishful thinking that he had been actually paying attention to me? Sliding into the cool interior, Kyle threw it in drive and we were off.

"Did you sleep well?" I asked as we zoomed toward the bay.

"Not really," he said, sliding a glance over at me. "I spent much of the night planning this and sending you emails you apparently don't read."

I didn't know how to take that he had planned something with me in mind, my nerves still on edge at what I was getting myself into today. "Not everyone is a workaholic," I finally remarked. "Some of us actually enjoy not being at the office."

"Well, I plan to spend my Sunday and Monday there," he replied, shifting gears. "I've got to get this case wrapped before we leave Tuesday. My parents have a h.e.l.lacious week-long list of things going on."

My mind went back to the real reason we were spending time together and how it would all be up in the span of a week and I would be out of a job. Being his girlfriend was becoming easier by the moment but the added bonus of what I was likely to experience at the hands of a family with serious issues was going to be tough. Truly, I couldn't see why there was such a discord with his parents. Yes, Kyle was a womanizer, but he was an excellent lawyer who took his job very seriously. He also was a great boss for the most part, giving me and Gretchen substantial bonuses around the holidays and four weeks' vacation each year. He irritated me, had me cursing his name a time or two, but truly it had been a very good place to work the last couple of years. I was going to miss it, miss him.

Kyle pulled the car into a parking spot and we climbed out, the view of the bay taking my breath away. Though warm, it was a gorgeous day to be on the bay and as he stopped in front of a pretty good-sized boat, not quite a yacht but definitely not a fishing boat, I found myself smiling. "Okay, you were right, I'm not disappointed."

"It's not much but I like it," he said as he helped me on board. I was quickly shown the small galley complete with kitchenette and bedroom, all decorated much like his house, with a tasteful, out of a magazine feel.

"I didn't even know you had a boat," I remarked as I stood next to him, watching him start up the engine and do all that other boat stuff I didn't understand.

"There's a lot about me that you don't know," he grinned, slipping on his aviator sungla.s.ses. "Have a seat."

Intrigued, I sat down in the chair next to his and we were off, drifting the boat out of the dock and out into the middle of the gla.s.sy sheet of water before gunning the engines. He was right of course. There was so much I didn't know about him, and I was finding myself pleasantly surprised at what I was finding out on a daily basis. He was rapidly becoming less like the hard lawyer I knew him as and more like just a regular man, one who was dangerously worming his way into my life.

I closed my eyes against the thought and allowed the sun to seep into my pores, the occasional spray splashing my face. This was the life. I loved being in the sun, preferring the beach any old day. After my duties were done and I had the extra money to keep me afloat for a while, I would be doing just that for at least a week. We cruised for a while before Kyle killed the engines and dropped the anchor, a large smile now on his face, his hair windblown and nothing like the man from yesterday. I looked around and saw that we were the only boat for miles around, smaller dots barely discernible in the distance. It was quiet and warm and I found myself smiling. "This is really nice."

"Absolutely," Kyle replied, reaching into his pocket for his phone. "I'm going to cut this off and then go for a swim. Wanna join me?"

"Yeah right," I laughed, reaching down to remove my shoes. "No bathing suit on this person."

"I didn't ask if you had a suit," he grinned, throwing his phone on the seat. "I asked if you wanted to swim."

"You're joking, right?" I said, eyeing him, looking at his body, then down at mine. Yeah right, he might be able to do that, but I didn't like to be in a bathing suit, much less seeing myself naked. "It's daylight and I do believe skinny dipping is frowned upon when the sun is up."

Kyle's grin got wider as he leaned over me, placing his arms on either side of my shoulders, caging me in. "I didn't say anything about doing it naked, though that is one of the best ideas I think you have ever had."

I shivered at the thought as he touched my nose with his fingers and pulled away, pulling his shirt over his head in the process. Holy hotness, I thought as I watched his tanned skin come into view, his washboard stomach glistening in the sun. His chest was a thing of beauty, his pecs well-formed and biceps flexing under the movement. A light dusting of dark blond hair covered his tanned skin, forming that oh so popular line down his midsection and disappearing into those jeans that were about to be shed.

"Enjoying the view?"

Red faced, I forced my gaze away from him, clearing my throat. Good G.o.d, the man was sinful all the way around. "I think you are on your own with your swim."

"I dare you," he answered, forcing me to meet his gaze. "Come on, Jess. When's the last time you lived a little? Did something completely out of your norm?"

"Let's see, accepting your fool plan," I shot back, my mouth going dry as he shucked his jeans. Thank G.o.d he was wearing boxers, I might have fainted at the sight otherwise. It was hard enough not to notice the impressive package outlined by the thin material. He was gorgeous and I longed for just a touch, a small one without any complications. He was like chocolate and I was afraid at one touch I wouldn't be able to stop.

"That doesn't count. You are getting something out of that as well," he reminded me, pulling out the ladder and lowering it into the water. "Try again."

I opened my mouth but found myself unable to find anything else that would compare to what he was asking at this time. When had been the last time I had done something daring, something totally out of my norm? Had I ever done that?

Kyle gave me a salute and lowered himself in the water, his head barely visible over the side as I swallowed, weighing my options. Undergarments counted as bathing suits, didn't they? Was I really considering this? I wasn't ashamed of my body, a little disgruntled with it at times, but knew that I was unlike anything he was used to seeing. I had an extra few pounds around the middle, my girls were big and proud, and I found nothing s.e.xy about being in my underwear. Still, I thought as I toyed with my top, this was a chance of a lifetime. This wasn't going to lead to anything in particular, right? After next weekend and a suitable replacement, I wouldn't have to see him again if I didn't want to. s.h.i.t, I was really going to do this. Gretchen would be so proud.

Taking a deep breath for courage, I took off my top and shucked my shorts. Thank G.o.d I had sensible underwear on, but my bra, well I might as well not have one on. Lacy and see-through, it was going to be near transparent when wet and I could only hope Kyle would be a gentleman and keep his comments to himself and his head above water. Somehow, I knew that was not going to be the case.

Stepping over the side, I lowered myself in the warm water, grateful it was so hot outside. Kyle's eyes never left mine as I attempted to doggy paddle in his direction, finally reaching him without drowning myself.

"See?" he said, his eyes twinkling. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

"Like pulling teeth," I muttered, pushing my hair out of my eyes.

Kyle held out his hand and I grabbed it, allowing him to pull me to where he was. "There's a sandbar here so you can stand," he explained, guiding me until my feet hit the warm sand.

As I stood, I realized that the majority of him was out of the water, the water playing peekaboo with the waistband of his boxers. That meant my top half was out of the water as well and I flushed dull red as Kyle's eyes strayed to the girls, swallowing hard.

With a gasp I attempted to duck back into the water, but Kyle's arm shot out, pulling me back to my standing position. "Don't."

His expression was tight as his hand moved up my arm and over my shoulder, drifting lower until he cupped my bra-covered breast, his thumb flicking over my already erect nipple. Sensation coiled through me at the contact and I whimpered as he moved to the other, bringing up both hands until they covered my chest adequately. It was heaven, it was h.e.l.l as he growled low in his throat, stroking the tight peaks until I was sure I was going to combust just from the touch.

"Jesus," he whispered, his fingers dancing along the material before reaching in and pulling both out of their confines. "They are gorgeous."

"Please," I whispered, feeling wanton yet embarra.s.sed at the same time. I wasn't entirely sure if my please was to continue or to stop at this point. We were in the shadows of the boat and unless someone came real close, there was no way we were going to be disturbed for now. It was the most risque thing I had ever done.

Kyle's eyes darkened as he traced a lazy circle around my nipple, lifting my breast as if testing the weight of it. I moaned when he crossed over the naked nipple and he lowered his head, his teeth grazing the aching bud and nearly causing me to jump out of my skin. When he took the entire thing in his mouth, I felt my knees buckle and reached up, grabbing ahold of his warm shoulders to support myself. "Like that, do you?" he whispered, moving to the other one to torture it as well as his hand drifted down, touching my belly, then the outside of my panties.

I stilled and he lifted his head, his eyes boring into mine. "I'll stop," he rasped, his expression tight. "I won't do this if you don't want to, Jess. Dammit, I'm not, it's not..."

My heart pounding, I hesitated for a moment, knowing that I probably should stop him. "I'm not looking for a quick f.u.c.k," I whispered, steeling my courage. "You need to know that."

"I know," he simply said, surprising me. His hands left my body as he pushed them through his hair, sending spray of water in all directions. He was as tight as a bowstring, yet he had stopped. Dipping into the water, I pushed my b.r.e.a.s.t.s back into my bra with trembling hands, my arousal still weighing heavily on my body. My body was in shambles, his touch shaking me to my very core and sending all sorts of questions flowing through my mind at why he was doing this, with me.

Kyle ducked under the water and disappeared for a moment, presumably to gain control as I was trying to do, before surfacing, giving me a long, heated look. "Let's go back to the boat."

I sighed loudly but didn't object as he guided us back to the ladder, climbing on board before helping me up and out of the water, handing me a white towel in the process. The sun was warm on my exposed skin as I watched him grab a beer out of the galley and take a large swig of it, nearly draining it in one gulp, tension evident in his face. I entered the galley as well, watching as his eyes lingered on the knotted towel around my body. "Kyle."

"Don't," he said harshly, putting the bottle on the table and grabbing another, the cap flying off. "I need a moment, Jess."

"I'm sorry," I said softly, watching as he finished that one as well in record pace.

"Don't be," he finally said, putting down the bottle before looking at me. "h.e.l.l, I don't deserve to be touching you this way. You are helping me out and I am d.a.m.n near molesting you every chance I get." He then swore and rubbed a hand over his face, something akin to longing in his expression. "You deserve someone better than me."

My heart stopped as I took in his words, the look on his face. I couldn't believe that he was saying something like that to me when I was thinking the exact same thing about him. "It's not your fault, Kyle," I finally said, reaching up to cup his cheek. "I'm just as much to blame in this." I then reached up with my other hand, cradling his face between my hands. It was my favorite thing to do to him, to feel the warmth of his skin, the p.r.i.c.kled stubble under my palms. I also felt the strength in him, his very life vibrating under my touch. "You are an awesome guy," I said softly, looking into his eyes. "Anyone would be lucky to have you."

Kyle closed his eyes for a moment and we just stood there, the sound of the water lapping around the boat the only noise for miles. He was awesome, I wasn't lying to him. Did I trust myself to take the next step with him? If I did, it was only a matter of time that I would lose myself as well. I was already in danger of doing that very thing.

Leaning in, I gave him a brief kiss on the lips, gasping as his arms went around me and he deepened the kiss. It wasn't a kiss of pleasure; it was pure, unadulterated pa.s.sion as he ravaged my mouth in a way that I could feel it clear down to my toes. Our tongues danced and tiny shivers of pa.s.sion shimmied down my body, making me acutely aware of my chest pressed up against his, his leg now wedged between mine. My body was on fire as he pulled away, his hands working furiously at the knot in the towel.

"I need you," he rasped, ripping the material away. "Please."

I could hear the desperation in his voice and felt the first seeds of emotion unfurling in my heart for him. I was going to lose my heart to him. "Okay," I heard myself say. "Okay."

Kyle's nostrils flared as he pulled me into the bedroom, sending me tumbling onto the bed as he loomed over me, an odd look on his face. "Why are you agreeing to this, Jess?" he asked, leaning over me until our foreheads touched.

A thousand answers ran through my brain, that all were discarded nearly immediately. Truthfully, I didn't know why but I knew he needed me, desperately, in more ways than one. So, I told him the truth. "You need me," I said softly, reaching up to touch his cheek. "And I need you. Isn't that enough?"

A shudder went through him as he backed away, his eyes roaming my body in a leisurely manner. "I will make this good for you, Jess."

"I have no doubt," I replied with a smile as his fingers trailed down my stomach to the waistband of my panties, still wet from the swim. His fingers danced over the cotton and I arched against his touch, knowing this was going to be quick and furious. Kyle hissed as he pushed them aside, touching my core with one, then two fingers.

"Kyle," I breathed, feeling his fingers slip across the sensitive nub, causing me to cry out as the first o.r.g.a.s.m shattered me.

"Come for me," Kyle said, his fingers rubbing me over the edge.

"Kyle, oh dear G.o.d," I nearly squealed as the second overcame me, whimpering as his fingers disappeared.

"Shh, darling, I'm just getting ready," he said, the audible tear of a condom wrapper filling my ears. "G.o.d, you are gorgeous and so ready." The bed dipped as he loomed above me, his fingers interlacing with mine as he positioned himself. "Look at me," he said harshly, causing me to open my eyes.

"I see you," I said softly, arching against him. His grin was feral as he entered me, filling me to the core and causing me to gasp.

"You feel so good," he said just above my ear, his rhythm beginning to take shape. "I won't be lasting long, Jess."

"I'm. Coming. Again," I panted as he rocked against me over and over again. It was wonderful, it was hot, and I was being pushed over the edge rapidly.

"Say my name," he rasped in my ear, the bed beginning to squeak against our movements. "Please."

"Kyle," I said, locking eyes with him. "Kyle."

"Yes," he roared, picking up the tempo. I felt him pump harder and faster, my cries echoing his own as he came hard and fast.

My eyes never leaving his face, I watched as he enjoyed the throes of his o.r.g.a.s.m, wordlessly watching this incredible man above me. Touching the sheen of sweat on his chest, I ran my hands over his shoulders and into his hair, not believing what had just transpired between us. It had been amazing and I couldn't tell if it was because I had waited so long or because I was with him.

He slowly pulled out and disposed of the condom before lying beside me, his breaths matching mine. We lay there for a few minutes as the boat rocked gently around us, not saying a word, not touching. Finally, Kyle propped up on an elbow, his blue eyes bright as his finger traced my cheek, then the upper swell of my breast, still encased in my bra.

"Well," I breathed, unsure of what to say, what to do. It definitely wasn't the time to freak out about sleeping with my boss. That would be much later, with alcohol. "At least it won't be awkward if your parents put us in the same room together."

Kyle chuckled, kissing my shoulder. "You are pretty awesome, you know that? All this time, under my nose."

"Yeah well, there was a reason," I retorted, giving him a dirty look. "I mean really your office can be a revolving door sometime. I mean how do you remember all of their names?"

"I don't," he shrugged, stretching out beside me. "I have no reason to. They want one thing and I give it to them. End of story."

A tiny silver of hope died inside me with his simple statement, the hope of me being different in his world going right out of the window. I had done the very thing I hadn't wanted to do, become just another face in his long line. "That's cold," I said gently, keeping the hurt out of my voice. I had entered this bed and I would deal with the consequences later.

"It's the truth," he replied, settling his arm around me, pulling me against his hard, warm body. "But I will tell you one thing, I've never brought one here. Never."

I sighed and melted against him, my fingers trailing over his chest in a mindless stroke. That had to mean something, to make me feel better about this whole thing.

I awoke sometime later, night all around me. The boat was swaying gently still, Kyle's front pressed up against my back, his arm draped over my middle. A cover had been pulled over us both and for a moment, I reveled in the fact that I was still in bed with the hottest man I knew, because he wanted me to be there. It was nice to be wrapped in someone's arms again, someone I barely knew yet knew well. There was a great deal to be worried about but in this one moment, I found myself smiling. This was definitely not what I had expected to happen when I had accepted his outing today.

Kyle shifted beside me and then groaned, turning over to push himself up off the bed. I flushed as I shamelessly looked at his body, barely visible in the dim moonlight. Holy hotness, his p.e.n.i.s was huge.

A grin stole over his face as he stretched then yanked the covers off of me, the cool air a.s.saulting my naked flesh just before he covered me with his body. "Tell me you are on the pill," he whispered, rubbing himself against me.

"I-I am," I rasped, the friction igniting my senses into overdrive.

"Good," he said as he entered me to the hilt, causing me to gasp at the difference of him without the condom. "I don't think you could feel any better than you do right now," he said, gripping my legs as I brought them around his waist.

I smiled as he rolled his hips, reaching up to touch his face, bringing him down for a soul-searing kiss. "Show me what you got."

"Yes ma'am," he smiled against my lips. I arched my body just right for him to slide in deeper. I moved with his thrusts, meeting him at every one, and he was the one who moaned low in his throat, gripping my legs tighter.

"Oh yes, Kyle," I urged as he took me higher and higher, the slow quiver of an o.r.g.a.s.m building. One more thrust and I screamed out, causing him to bury himself harder and deeper, his hoa.r.s.e cry following mine.

His body collapsed on mine as he shook, my hands going into his hair to hold him close. "d.a.m.n," he said, raising his head to look at me. "That was..."