Chapter 6
Chapter Six
J ack
I had motives for having Sierra pick up my dry cleaning and bring it home after work—my home, where I would take her to my bedroom for the night. That’s all I’ve thought about since she walked into my office for the interview. Something about her gripped me. Maybe it was because she hated the holiday season as much as I did. One night was all I wanted. One night to explore her and see for myself what she has hidden under her clothes. The image was already in my head, making my cock spasm and ache.
My phone rang, and it was Claire again. I declined the call. I didn’t have time to deal with her. After my last meeting for the day, I stopped by Sierra’s desk before heading home. I needed to make sure I was there before she arrived.
“I’m heading home. I’ll see you there.”
“I looked up the distance between your dry cleaners and your house. It’s down the street. You can’t pick up your dry cleaning?” Her brow arched.
“That’s what I have an assistant for.” I winked and headed to the elevator.
When I arrived home, I noticed my cleaning lady, Cora, was still there.
“You’re home early, Mr. Atlas.”
“I have a guest coming over. As always, Cora, it smells good in here.” I smiled.
“I went to the grocery store and stocked your refrigerator.”
“Thank you.”
I went upstairs and changed out of my suit and into casual clothes. Walking down to the living area, I poured myself a bourbon.
“I’m heading home, Mr. Atlas. Have a good evening.”
“You too, Cora.” I tipped the glass to my lips.
A few moments later, the doorbell rang. Walking to the foyer, I opened it and smiled when I saw Sierra standing there, holding my dry cleaning over her shoulder.
“Come in.” I gestured.
“Here’s your dry cleaning.” She handed it to me.
“Make yourself comfortable while I take this upstairs.”
After taking my clothes to the bedroom, I went down to the living area, where I saw Sierra running her hand over my black baby grand piano.
“You play?”
“I do,” I said, walking over to the bar and grabbing the bourbon. “Drink? I have a nice bottle of wine I can open.”
“That’s okay. I’ll have what you’re having,” she said.
I poured a glass of bourbon and handed it to her.
“Thanks. This place is huge. How many square feet?” she asked.
“8,550. Would you like a tour?” The corners of my mouth curved upward.
“I’d love one.”
“Follow me.” I led her to the elevator. “We’ll start with the cellar level and then make our way up.”
She stopped and looked at me when the doors opened to the lower level.
“You have a freaking pool and jacuzzi in your house?”
“I do. It’s a 33-foot-lap pool with a six-foot-deep jacuzzi. Over here is the steam shower, and through this door is my private gym. There’s also a bedroom down here with a full bathroom.”
“Do you use the pool?” she asked.
“Almost every day. Let’s head back upstairs,” I said, pushing the button to the second floor. “This level has my office, a bathroom, and a theater room.”
“Your theater room is bigger than my apartment.”
I skipped the primary floor and took her straight to the fourth floor. We’d circle back to the primary floor after touring the rest of the house because we weren't leaving it once I showed her my bedroom.
“This floor has three bedrooms, each with their own bathroom.”
“Did we skip a floor?” Her brows furrowed.
“I’ll show you that floor after.” I smirked. We stepped back into the elevator and took it up one floor to the rooftop.
“Wow.” She looked around. “It’s incredible up here.”
“It’s my favorite place to sit at night after a long day.”
“I bet you can see all the holiday decorations and lights from up here.” A smirk crossed her lips.
“Let me clarify. It’s my favorite place to sit at night during the spring and summer months. Come on. It’s cold. Let’s go back inside.” I placed my hand on the small of her back. “And this floor is where my bedroom is, along with another bedroom and bathroom.” I opened the double doors to my room.
“Okay. Your bedroom is double the size of my apartment. Wow. Why does a single guy like you need an 8,550-square-foot home?”
“It was a deal I couldn’t pass up.”
“How long have you lived here?” she asked.
“Two years.” I set my drink down on the dresser. Turning around, I brought my hand up to her cheek. “I think you’re a very beautiful woman, Sierra.”
“Thank you.” Her eyes stared into mine.
A light gasp escaped her when my thumb ran across her lips.
“Do you want me to kiss you?”
“Do you want to?” she asked, the corners of her mouth lifted.
“I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t.” I leaned in and brushed my lips against hers, slow and delicately.
“This isn’t right. You’re my boss,” she spoke with bated breath.
“I’m your temporary boss. There’s a difference.” I smashed my mouth into hers.
Our clothes came off in a flash. Taking a step back, her body was everything I knew it would be—sexy and delicious. Wrapping one arm around her, I fell with her onto the bed, running my hand down her torso, my fingers stroking her clit before dipping inside. She was already wet and turning me on even more than I already was. Soft moans escaped her as my lips wrapped around her hardened peaks while my fingers explored her. Her supple breasts were to be desired and deserved ample attention.
“I need to taste you and see if it’s as good as I know it will be,” I said, spreading her legs and placing my head between them.
Her fingers tangled through my hair as hints of pleasure roared from her, my tongue swirling around her swollen clit. My cock throbbed to be inside of her, but I had to wait until she orgasmed. Slipping a finger inside while my mouth explored her, it didn’t take long for her body to react with pleasure. Moans rose from her lips as her body tightened.
I stood up and wiped my mouth, staring at her seductively as she stared back while I rolled a condom over my throbbing cock. Climbing on top, I hovered over her beautiful naked body and slowly inserted myself, gasping for air at the feeling coursing through my body. Our lips tangled while I thrust in and out, her nails digging into the flesh of my back, making it hotter than it already was. Her legs tightened around me as another orgasm erupted. I couldn’t hold back from the feeling, so I halted and exploded inside her, moaning at the satisfaction I needed.
Lowering my body to hers, I buried my face into her neck as my heart rate began to slow, and her hands softly ran up and down my back. Pulling out of her, I rolled on my back, removed the condom, and tossed it on the nightstand.
“That was incredible.” I smiled.
“It sure was.” She lay her head on my shoulder and placed her hand on my chest.
I needed to make sure she and I were on the same page. “Listen, Sierra. I don’t want you to think that anything will come from what we just did. It was only sex.”
“I know,” she softly spoke.
“I wanted you, and it was evident you wanted me too. We explored each other, and that’s it. I don’t do romance or relationships, and I need to make that very clear so you understand.”
She lifted her head and stared into my eyes.
“I know, Jack. Anyway, I should get going.” She sat up, reached down, picked up her bra and panties, and slipped them on.
“You finish getting dressed, and then meet me in my office before you go. Remember, it’s on the second floor.”
“Yeah. I remember.”
I pulled on a pair of sweatpants, went down to my office, and took out my checkbook.
“Why did you want me to meet you in here?” Sierra asked, standing in the doorway of my office.
“I wanted to give you this.” I tore the written check from my checkbook and handed it to her.
“What is this for?” Her brows furrowed.
“Two months rent. It’s only a loan. I’ll have payroll deduct it from your paycheck each week until it’s paid back.”
“I can’t accept this, Jack.” She tried to hand it back to me.
“You can and you will. I can’t have my assistant being homeless. You’ll come into the office all filthy, and how would that look?” I smirked. “Like I said. It’s a loan, not a gift.”
“Thank you. I appreciate it.”
“You’re welcome. I’ve already called a cab. It should be here any minute.”