Voyage To Submission by Mlyn Hurn

sounded like Jack actually growled. Quickly, she replied, “No,
thanks, Henderson.”
    “Would you like me to put your shopping bag
upstairs, Ms. Bond?”
    Andy still tried to hide her smile at
Jack’s bulldog attitude, so she just nodded. Once the butler was upstairs, she
teased Jack a little more. She knew it was a little foolish to tempt a stubborn
dog who guarded his bone. The fact she was the bone was something she
refused to think about just yet. “I didn’t need Henderson’s help because he’d
already given it his visual inspection for correct placement of the ice.”
    Jack moved so fast that Andy barely managed
to grab a fistful of his shirt to stop him. Her thoughtless hold onto his
t-shirt caused her to be pulled partly off the sofa, spreading the edges of her
terrycloth robe. She spoke quickly, knowing her hand wouldn’t restrain him for
long.
    “I’m teasing, Jack. I am sorry, but I
couldn’t resist. You’ve been in a pissy mood ever since you almost knocked down
my door. I’m sorry for antagonizing you.”
     
    Jack looked down at Andy, taking in the
disheveled appearance she now presented on the sofa. He hadn’t realized she was
naked beneath the soft material, but the naked breast, which in his opinion
cried out for his hand, was proof enough. As he took a step towards her, he
heard footfalls on the stairs. His reaction was instinctive, he told himself
later, not protective. Being protective towards her was emotion he wasn’t quite
ready to deal with just yet. He’d felt like that once before with Andy, and
this time he wanted to play it smarter. With one naked tit, and two long thighs
revealed, he covered it all as best he could…with his body.
    One of them moved and their mouths came
together. Immediately, he knew it was the kiss that should have happened last
night. The kiss was sweet, hot and passionate, all at the same time. He sought
her tongue as he heard the elevator doors swish closed. Releasing her lips, he
shifted their bodies slightly on the sofa, which positioned him between her now
widespread thighs and further parted the top of her robe. Looking down, his
gaze caught upon her breasts.
    “What little sleep I got last night was
filled with dreams about making love to you. Seeing you half-naked…and I get
hard and want to be inside of you.”
    Andy’s gasp didn’t stop him.
    He pulled back to look into her eyes. “Are
you hurt? Do you feel good enough to sit up?” When she shook her head, he eased
to the floor even as he brought her to a sitting position. Straightening, Jack
kneeled between her legs. He saw her hands had been busy trying to conceal her
body. Pausing in his plan, still foggy in his brain due to his growing lust, he
pulled free the tie for her robe.
    “Andy?” He waited until she met his gaze
before he went on. “Do you trust me, based on what you know of me? I mean who
we were, and I swear I never intentionally did anything at all to hurt you.”
    She didn’t do anything at first, but
finally she nodded.
    Jack took each of her hands and placed it
at her side. He took the edges of the robe and slowly pulled apart the sides to
reveal her body. The scent of soap, lotion and female musk filled his nostrils
as he inhaled deeply. “You are beautiful, Andy.”
    “Stretch marks—”
    “Shh, give me your hands,” he asked and
then he lightly wrapped the tie around her wrists. “Do you think you can keep
them behind your head? Okay. If there is anything I do that you don’t like,
just say…uh, I know—Bridget.”
    “Your mother’s name?”
    “Yeah, that should cool my jets,” he
shrugged. Then he noticed the small smile curving her lips. “Is something
funny?”
    “No, but I’ll tell you later.”
    Jack decided not to press her. Instead, he
leaned towards her, bringing his hand to cup the side of her face. Using one
thumb, he rubbed it back and forth along her lower lip. “You have sexy lips. Do
you ever wear deep red lipstick?”
    Andy shook her