Jake and I had been working on the project for close to 8 months and the final stages were getting hectic. I could see the stress taking its toll. His smile was fading and the lively Jake was fading. Was there anything I could do? Everything I was thinking of doing seemed wrong. I wanted to hug him, brush my hair through his dark, unruly hair and whisper that everything would be okay in his ear. I couldn't help but imagine his masculine hands holding onto me for comfort. His chest pressing against my boobs, feeding my desire. I felt the heat build up deep in my belly. I was getting flustered. I couldn't let this happen. What if he knew I was thinking of him in that way? He was married for fuck's sake.
Jake was the most upright guy I had ever met and to top all that his wife was super hot. I envied her and in a way, I despised her. Each time I thought of him, she would come up. I would then end up thinking of them. His hands running through her sweaty skin... His lips kissing every inch of her body... Fucking her... Listening to her as she moaned and told him how much she loved him... Cumming inside her! I stopped myself. I was basically cursed, always wanting what I couldn't have to myself.
"I will see you tomorrow Sophie," Jake's deep but strained voice woke me from my world of torment. He'd driven me home like he'd been doing for the past three or so weeks since I took my car to the shop. We'd gotten really close in those three weeks and I wished they would never end, but my car would be ready in two days.
I leaned in to kiss him on the cheek but in my absent mindedness, I found his lips. For a moment, I enjoyed how soft they felt. He must've been in the middle of a statement because his lips were open - Open for me, I thought somewhere deep in my carnal mind. I know I should have broken away immediately but I didn't. I had tasted the forbidden fruit and it was all I wanted. I wanted more. So I pressed my lips to his, trying hard to feel him on me. To just have him take me or just kiss me back.
He pushed me back and withdrew. "Fuck! I am so fucking sorry! That... Fuck!" I didn't know what to do or say. "Dammit! Fuck! I was intending to... I mean I was not intending to... Errr, I'll just go" I undid my belt and started to go when he placed his hand on my thigh.
"Stop." It wasn't a command but the authority in his voice just made me freeze. His hand was still on my thigh. Through my mind, I had a billion thoughts running. Was he going to scold me? Was he angry? Would he ask for reassignment? Would his wife find out? Why was his hand still on my thigh? Did he like it? Did he want me?
I shouldn't have worn the short skirt to work, I could feel his warm palm on my skin. It electrified me. He had very soft hands for a man of his build. Not that I hadn't already felt his hands but on my thigh? And way too up for comfort. He wasn't pressing, caressing or anything... I couldn't tell if he wanted to undress me or give me the talk. I hated how this was progressing and how I couldn't read the situation or tell what was about to happen.
He withdrew his hand.
"So for how long have you wanted to do that?" He asked with that deep but strained voice. I've always been fascinated by that voice. I wanted to know how he sounded in the thick of it. With me pleasing him.
"This was a mistake. I am sorry Jake. It wasn't what I intended to do. At least not like this..."
"How did you intend it?"
"That's not what I meant... I should go. I don't even know what will happen, I love working with you and..." He placed his forefinger on my lips and I froze. He leaned in and I could see his brown eyes just staring into the depths of my soul. He had a slight smile- comforting and assuring. I still couldn't tell what the fuck he was thinking.
"Shhh. You need to calm down. I'm taking us somewhere so I want you to buckle back up and relax. Okay? Can you do that for me, Sophie?" I nodded. He was using the authoritative voice on me again. How did he have such a strong pull on me? What is this thing he did to me that made me want to jump out of a plane for him?
"Wait... Hold the fuck up! Take me somewhere? Where? What are we going to do there?" My mind was finally registering the details.
"Sophie. Do you trust me?" Hell, I didn't even know if I did. I was completely off the reservation here but his eyes...
"Yes," I said and I remained calm. I didn't even know I had answered. Something had taken over me. In my mind, I was processing a billion thoughts just trying to figure out what was going on and where I was being taken. In the real world, I was quiet and calm. It was as if he willed me to silence. I secretly liked how much control he had over me.
