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  “Why did you give it to me?” she asked, meeting his gaze.

  “I thought of you more as an assistant than a housekeeper, and you would be a great asset when I have an exhibit. Men love beautiful women and since you convinced me to give you the position, I know you will also convince them to buy my work.”

  “Sales of your work will have nothing to do with me. People will buy it because of its merit.”

  “I see,” he said, surprised by her answer. “You still haven’t told me why you took the position.”

  “Like I told you, I need the money and jobs in my field are very difficult to find. The idea of travel intrigued me, so you know your salary was not the driving factor.”

  “Are you saying that I’m cheap?”

  “No, that’s not what I meant. From what I manage to save, I hope to eventually travel overseas to teach at a foreign university.”

  “So you are really planning to leave me.”

  She stared at him. He seemed lost and alone.

  “That won’t be for a little while,” she said, getting up and taking the leftover dinner and plates into the kitchen.

  As she placed the dishes in the dishwasher, she could hear music coming from the living room. He seemed to like Lionel Richie’s music. She finished her chores, turned the light out and headed for her room.

  “Goodnight, Seamus,” she said. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”

  “Why don’t you sit with me?” he asked. “It’s only eight thirty. “Come on. I won’t touch you. I promise.”

  “I’m a bit tired,” she said.

  “I insist. Sit and talk to me. I would love your company. I’ll get you a glass because I also don’t like drinking alone.”

  She sat down and waited until he returned. He poured a glass of wine and handed it to her.

  “Do you like Lionel Richie?” he asked.

  “As a matter of fact, I do.”

  “Is there any particular kind of music you like?”

  “I like a bit of everything. Right now Adele is my favorite singer. I love her voice. It’s easy on the ears and the soul.”

  “Do you have any brothers or sisters, Summer?”

  “No I don’t.”

  “Then we have something in common. I am an only child.”

  They talked and talked about their lives until it was after midnight, and Summer decided she should go to bed.

  “It was nice having someone to talk to,” he said. “You are a very interesting lady. You’re beautiful too.”

  “Well, I’ll see you in the morning.”

  “Goodnight,” he said, as he headed up the stairs to his bedroom on the second level.

  As she brushed her teeth, Summer thought about her employer. Maybe he was lonely and she was glad she’d had the chance to have that chat with him. He seemed like a nice person and he was handsome as well.

  * * * *

  Three months went by and employer and employee had reconciled their differences and had reached a more amiable relationship. He found her to be humorous and she knew he was interested in her, by the long looks, when he thought she wasn’t looking. She also liked his humor and as time went by, found herself growing fonder of him, even though he sometimes was a little curt and self-opinionated. She thought she could overlook his shortcomings, because she knew that she also had her faults.

  “I’m going out,” he said to her one evening, “so it won’t be necessary to prepare dinner for me.”

  Where was he going? With nothing decent on the television, she suddenly realized how much she really missed him. She thought she should go to bed, but sleep did not come easily. She kept checking the clock, which seemed to make the time go by even more slowly.

  Did he have a lover? He had never spoken of anyone. It was twelve thirty when she heard his car coming up the driveway. She quickly turned off her nightlight and waited. There was a knock on her bedroom door.

  “Summer?” he called out.

  She did not reply.

  “I saw your light when I came up the driveway. Why don’t you join me for a glass of wine?”

  She was elated for the invitation. She had missed him. Perhaps he would tell her what he had done earlier.

  “Did you have a nice evening?” she asked.

  “Yes, it was nice. I should get out more often. What about you? What did you do?”

  “I watched a bit of television and then I read a bit.”

  “I missed you this evening,” he said, gazing at her.

  “I missed your company too,” she replied.

  “Just my company, or did you miss me?”

  “Yes, I missed you. I missed our after-dinner chat.”

  They gazed at each other, neither one looking away.

  “May I kiss you?” he asked, fearful of what her answer might be.

  She did not reply, and when he drew closer, she knew she couldn’t resist his advances. He pulled her to him. Their eyes met and his lips covered hers. Her heart started to pound and she could hear her own blood beating in her ears.

  “I kept remembering that kiss in the wine cellar,” he said. “I wanted to kiss you again, but was afraid.”

  She covered his lips with hers and her tongue worked its way between his lips. Their tongues tangled and he groaned.

  “I’ve waited so long for this,” he said, his hands resting on her breasts.

  “I have too,” she said staring into his eyes.

  “Let’s go to bed,” he said, pulling her to her feet.

  Even though she was hot for him, she decided the time was not right for their union.

  “Are you teasing me, Summer?”

  “No, I’m not. I’m sorry.”

  And so a disappointed Seamus climbed the stairs and went to his bedroom. Standing naked in front of the mirror, he looked at the effect her touch had on him.

  * * * *

  The following morning, when she awoke, he was already in his studio. She asked about breakfast, but he said it was too late. She hardly saw him and when she did, he was not very talkative. Was he angry with her? Around midday, he came down the stairs, declaring he was hungry. She made him a quick lunch, and he watched while she prepared it. She felt nervous because she knew he was watching her.

  “You don’t find me desirable, do you?” he asked.

  “Why would you say a thing like that?”

  “You always turn me down. Am I not handsome enough for you?”

  “Of course you are. It’s just that I’m a little confused,” she said.

  “Confused about what?”

  “My feelings for you.”

  “I’ve got strong feelings for you and am not afraid to show them,” he whispered in her ear.

  “Let’s talk about this over dinner,” she said.

  “Are you putting me off again?” he asked.

  “I want it to be just right,” she said, afraid to look him in the eye.

  “I’m going to hold you to that,” he said winking at her.

  * * * *

  The table was set for dinner, and they sat across from each other, with Summer feeling a bit tense. He opened a bottle of wine and poured her a glass. He laughed as he noticed how quickly she consumed it. He poured another glass and that too went down easily, until the bottle was empty, forcing him to go to the wine cellar to get another one. With glazed eyes, they stared at each other. Before she could change her mind, Seamus led her up the stairs, where she promptly stretched out across the bed and fell asleep. Unaccustomed to drinking so much alcohol, she had consumed way too much wine. The following morning, she awoke still fully dressed and stared around her.

  “I’m sorry about last night,” he said.

  “It was my fault. I drank too much.”

  “No need to apologise,” he said. “I’ve got something urgent to do, and after that, we’ll see what can happen. Would you like that?”

  She nodded, got out of bed and went down the stairs.

  Chapter Four

  “What are yo
u doing down here?” she asked, turning around to find him standing behind her.

  “I couldn’t concentrate. I just kept thinking about you and how much I want to touch you and to kiss you.”

  “I’ve still got a lot to do,” she said, closing the door to the dishwasher.

  “That can wait,” he said, taking her hand.

  He guided her over to the couch, and pushed her gently onto it, kissing her as they went. He stared into her eyes and she into his. Electricity flowed freely between them.

  “You are truly beautiful,” he said, opening the buttons on her blouse.

  She knew she had reached the point of no return. His kiss turned her body into a bowl of jelly. His hand, now inside her blouse, circled her nipple and she sighed. He stood up and removed her blouse entirely and then also her bra. He lifted both breasts in his hands and moved his lips to them. Her body heaved toward him and he feasted hungrily. He removed her jeans and dropped his to his ankles. His warm tongue invaded her mouth and he pulled her closer. He kissed her long and hard, which left her breathless. He moved her hand down to his erection, but she pulled it away. Instead she stared down at it, noticing that it was bobbing and weaving. He ran his fingers between her legs and stroked her through her underwear, then moved her hand back to his cock and this time, she held it in her fist. Hurricane-force winds started to swirl around inside her as he assaulted her body. He lifted her legs and pulled her underwear down to her thighs and over her legs, admiring her body with each touch.

  “Beautiful,” he said, gazing at her naked body.

  He ran his fingers gently up and down, exploring every crevice of her body. She watched him, her desire clearly heightened.

  Only the gods could have endowed him with such a fine specimen!

  “See what you’ve done to me!” he whispered, as he pulled her bottom to the edge of the couch.

  He grabbed her hair with one hand and his tongue worked its way back into her mouth. Intertwining, sucking, licking, tasting. His lips moved once again to her erect nipples and he sucked greedily. He moved down to her navel, his tongue performing acrobatics inside and around it. She gasped as his hand moved down her body and settled between her thighs. He massaged her clit, gently moving his fingers in a slow, circular motion, and forcing her to open widely to receive him. His massive erection pushing against her thigh gave her a delicious high. She longed to have it penetrate deep inside her. It had been such a long time, that she had forgotten how exhilarating it was to have a man plunge himself into her.

  “Delicious,” he said, squeezing her breasts together and circling the nipples with the tip of his tongue.

  He took a mouthful and suckled like a baby, first one breast and then the other. Her body rose, demanding to be satisfied, but he wasn’t quite ready.

  “I want to lick you all day,” he murmured, as his tongue once again entered her belly button, then moved slowly down her thighs and then between her thighs.

  “Ahhhhhh!” she groaned, her body rising to meet his lips.

  He lifted her legs onto his shoulders, exposing her to full view, and moved his cock slowly around her clutching entrance. Her body rose up to meet him and he dropped to his knees, his warm tongue circling her pulsing clit as euphoria surged wildly through her veins. His tongue was ruthless as it worked its way roughly over her folds. There wasn’t an inch of her body that was left unexplored. Her arms flailed and her legs tightened around his neck. Over and over again, the erotic scene played out as her hips gyrated to the circulating of his tongue.

  “You want it?” he said, between mouthfuls of pleasure.

  “Yes!” she cried out.

  “Then beg me for it.”

  “Fuck me,” she called out to him.

  “Yes, I want to fuck you too,” he said looking up at her. “Your pussy is so warm and so juicy.”

  He parted her legs even wider and gazed at her entrance, then slid a finger inside while one hand lingered on her erect nipple. He was about to penetrate her, when suddenly the doorbell rang.

  “Shit!” he barked.

  She tried to sit up, but he pushed her back to the couch.

  “Don’t move. They’ll go away,” he said, moving his finger around inside her.

  He made one more attempt to penetrate her when the doorbell rang again.

  “Who could that be?” he asked out loud.

  He jumped up quickly looked out through the porthole.

  “Dear God!”

  “Who is it?” she asked, quickly sitting up.

  “We’ll finish this later,” he said, quickly pulling on his jeans and T shirt. “She won’t go away if she sees our cars parked out there.”

  “She?” Summer asked.

  “It’s a complicated story. I’ll tell you about it later,” he said. “Get dressed.”

  * * * *

  She flew down the hallway to her room, frustration tearing away at her insides. She felt as if she had two heartbeats, as the throbbing between her legs just kept going on and on. He had ignited her and she needed to have the flames extinguished. Back in her bedroom, she slipped her fingers between her legs. She heard a woman’s voice.

  “You’ve cleaned up the place, Seamus,” the voice said. “It looks great.”

  Summer cracked the bedroom door open and peeped out. Down the hall, she saw a bleached blonde, seemingly well off by the clothes and jewelry she wore, standing in the living room. It was obvious she and Seamus had some kind of connection. She flirted with him, running her hands along his face and trying to kiss him on the lips.

  “I told you I was hiring a new assistant. That’s the reason why it looks so tidy.”

  “An assistant or a housekeeper?” she asked, in a somewhat jealous tone.

  “She will be doing a bit of everything.”

  “And does that include sharing your bed, Seamus?”

  “Lana, I am very busy right now. If you had called me before you showed up here, it would’ve saved us both a lot of time and trouble.”

  “Where is she anyway?” the woman asked.

  “Probably in her room,” he replied.

  “Let’s go to yours,” she said, rubbing her hand along the front of his jeans.

  “I haven’t got the time, Lana. You know I have a lot to do for the upcoming art exhibition.”

  “You are lying to me, Seamus. You never work in jeans. I know you very well.”

  “Please Lana!” he said, in an annoyed tone of voice.

  “I want you,” the woman pleaded.

  “Lana, please go home and allow me to continue with my work.”

  “Not before I meet her.”

  “All right, I’ll see if she’s awake.”

  A knock on her bedroom door sent Summer scampering to the bed.

  “There’s someone here who wants to meet you. Can you come out?”

  Summer opened the bedroom door and came out looking weary and worn out, which she really was.

  “Did we wake you up, dear?” asked Lana, inspecting her from head to toe. “I told Seamus I wanted to meet you. I had no idea you were asleep.”

  “Hello,” Summer said, not knowing what else to say.

  “What is your name?” she asked.

  “Summer!”

  “Is that a nickname, or is your name really Summer?”

  “It’s really my name.”

  “We’ll be seeing a lot of each other,” she said, picking up her handbag and blowing a kiss in Seamus’s direction.

  He closed the door behind her, went to the dining room, and looked down from the porthole. Summer returned to her bedroom and she, too, looked out. She saw Lana seated behind the wheel, but she didn’t turn the ignition on. She looked around to see if there was anyone in sight, and seeing no one, relaxed and pulled up her skirt. Then she leaned back and closed her eyes. She was actually satisfying herself in full view of two pairs of prying eyes. Summer suddenly felt a pair of hands on her hips.

  “Let’s finish it like this,” Seamus said, as his
hand moved down inside her underwear and massaged her clit.

  Her body quivered to his touch, as they continued to watch Lana Podesta.

  “Spread your legs,” he growled.

  She could feel the wetness between her legs, as he rubbed his fingers between her thighs. He dropped his trousers to his knees and released his penis.

  “Push back,” he said, pulling her body to him.

  His fingers now pleasured her down through the waist of her underwear, and she moaned and moved to his touch.

  “Do you still want it inside you?” he whispered in her ear.

  “Yes,” she said breathlessly.

  “Touch it,” he said. “I want you to touch me.”

  She reached back and he pressed it into the palm of her hand. Her body trembled and she knew that having such a magnificent piece inside her would be the most erotic experience. He rubbed his cock up and down, massaging her swollen clit while his other hand squeezed her heavy breast. Her head fell back against his shoulder and he pressed his body against hers.

  “Is your pussy always so wet?” he asked, as she tightened her hold on his cock.

  “It’s big,” she said, as if out of breath and ignoring his question.

  “What’s big,” he asked, sucking on her earlobe.

  “This,” she replied.

  “Are you talking about my cock?”

  “Yes.”

  “Then say it. Saying the word turns me on. It will turn you on too.”

  “Yes,” she whispered. “You’ve got such a big cock.”

  “That’s because of you,” he said, pushing his tongue into her ear.

  Summer continued to watch Lana and it intensified her longing.

  “I am going to give you the best fuck you have had in a long time. How long has it been? Six years?”

  “Yes,” she said, as her hips gyrated wildly against him.

  He pulled down her underwear, spread her legs and inserted his long dick into her and suddenly remained still.

  “Don’t move,” he said to her, slowly removing his cock.

  He reinserted it and pounded himself into her, his hips moving to meet hers.

  “I’m coming,” he called out, as he sprawled on top of her.