How to Catch Butterflies (44 page)

He slid again into her, pumping his hardness in and out of her slowly teasing her with his tip. She leaned up and licked and sucked at his chest, her tongue rolling around his nipple as she nipped it firmly. All the while, he drove, deeper and deeper, filling her with his cock as she moaned for more.

He looked down at the ‘Minx’ that lay in ecstasy underneath him taking his full length. She pulled him to her, meeting his lips, their mouths joining again. The sweat was now rolling down them both, as they moved as one. Rebecca leaned back onto the mattress flat except for the involuntary arching of her back.

Her hands stretched up towards the headboard as she used it to push down on him as she met his thrusting frenzy.

” Harder Jackson, harder” she groaned as he felt his load build.

“You want it harder do you? Turnover and grab the headboard” he ordered. As he pulled out, she popped over onto her knees, grabbing the headboard firmly, her back arched eagerly to take him once again.

He moved up to her, his length finding her again with great ease as he slid into her once again. He grabbed her hips and started to pound his cock in her ferociously. She threw her head back looking at him she purred

“Fuck me Jackson, Fuck me harder”

He could only respond by driving his hard cock faster and harder, as he pounded into her. Rebecca’s moans of “
Oh yeah Oh yeah, Harder Jackson, harder fuck me, fuck me
” he could feel himself build; he knew he was near, and he wouldn’t be able to keep this pace for long without cuming.

She moved her hips with every thrust he made, he felt his pace quicken as she drove down meeting him. His hands again on her breasts, she straightened herself up vertical with him. His driving force almost became a continuous movement, as he erupted; he pulled her closer to him her back pressed firmly to his chest as he filled her.

They’re lips locked as he pumped his load deep in her. They were both breathless, him still in her as they still kissed. He pulled slowly out of her, his body still tingling, she moved down onto her side, each trying to catch their breaths.

Rebecca patted the bed beckoning him to join her. He didn’t need asking twice as he lay next to her as they embraced. He held her close as they breathed as one. Yep, he had fallen for her hard.

Jackson had never felt like this about anyone. That night, they fell asleep in each other’s arms.

When he awoke that morning, he got up throwing on his trousers and headed for the kitchen, leaving Rebecca still asleep in the bed. He put on only his trousers, looking at her sleeping while fixing his belt.

As he cooked that name screamed like a siren
‘Jason’. Who the fuck was this Jason? He knew she was sleep when she had said it.
The name replayed again and again in his head.
She had never said his name before, he would have remembered. Well hopefully he had fucked the Jason out of her,

He returned to the bedroom with breakfast, he placed the tray on his side of the bed on the bedside unit. He crawled onto the bed, peppering her with soft tender kisses.

“Morning Beautiful, I have breakfast for you, ‘Eggs Benedict, you’ve two halves of an English muffin, topped with bacon, poached eggs, and I made this Hollandaise sauce’.

“Ohh that sounds yummy” she said as she tried to rouse herself, rubbing her eyes as she sat up. He placed the tray in front of her.

“I’ve coffee on. I found your peculator, so give me a few minutes and I’ll be with you”. He left her with a playful wink.

She sat there; it smelled gorgeous, as she started to eat.

Jackson was back now standing in the kitchen waiting for the coffee to brew. He couldn’t shake it, again he found his mind wondering
who was this Jason Chap.

It had to be, it could only be the suited man, it was the only logical answer. He knew he couldn’t take the chance of bringing it up. Yup, that ship has sailed for you Jason mate
.

He poured her coffee and walked back into the bedroom to Rebecca, who had only managed to eat half of one of the contents of the two muffins if that. She saw he had must have gone to a lot of effort, and he looked hurt.

“I’m sorry I can’t eat anymore, it was lovely, but I think I’m still sleepy”.

She smiled at him whilst she rubbed her eyes again.
Even first thing in the morning she was still beautiful.
Jackson winked at her playfully.

“Well… go back to sleep then, and don’t worry. I picked up a few things for you yesterday seeing you only had water in your refrigerator. I got some fillet steak, as I know what a carnivore you are. So go to sleep and I’ll cook when you get up okay?”

She looked at the handsome man sat on her bed.

“Have you eaten yet?” she asked him concern on her face.

“Not yet, I’ll do something for myself when you’re asleep.”

He said as she beckoned him with her purr of “Come here” as she patted the empty space beside her. He moved up on the bed beside her.

“Here” she said as she cut a portion placing it on the fork and fed him.

“Isn’t that just delicious” before leaning in to kiss him “Thanks for breakfast” she purred.

Rebecca moved into all fours leaning into him provocatively,

“But do you know what I’d really like for breakfast” she asked, a glint in her eye, “You” she purred as her tongue found his….

Jackson had undone his trousers, allowing them to fall to the floor; commando style sliding in between the sheets to join her again. ’ She was a female version of him in every way. She was unquenchable.

They lay there, in each other’s embrace for the longest time. All Jackson Harvey could think of, was the song that was playing right now. It summed up exactly how he felt. It said it all about what she meant to him. And that was ‘Depeche Mode’s - Enjoy the Silence… No word was spoken, words were unnecessary; as they lay there in each other’s arms trying to catch their breath.

Chapter 28

‘I see you baby’

Monday morning arrived all too soon, since Jackson’s unexpected visit which lasted until he had left 10 minutes ago.

As she walked the short distance to work, she smiled to herself. She caught her reflection in one of the shop windows. She looked amazing, even if she thought so herself. She was surprised she had made it out the door. She laughed to herself, Jackson and she had already undressed her twice this morning.

She simply glowed as she strut onto the building the confidence exuding from her. Her Blond hair bopped against her shoulders, as she walked the endless corridors to her office. She was like a breath of fresh air, to the normally stuffy office, as she strode past various work stations.

Rebecca was now seated at her desk she place her Lemiena bag which had become her trusty briefcase done on it readying herself for the day’s work. She popped it on the table taking out her notebook, and started scanning the screen; she was startled when Duncan Pater’s walked into her office. He sat on the corner of her desk

“So your back then” he sat there, hands in the pockets of his trousers.

“Yes I am” she smiled pleasantly up at him, perched on her desk.

“I hear you done a good job, and your first big case. Nice, they’ll be pleased” averting his eyes up.

“Impressive, you’re not here 5 minutes and they already know your name.” She looked at him; she felt a rush of pride which she hid incredibly well. “There’s a meeting upstairs, Mr. Nichol’s asked me to let you know as soon as you’re in.

”She looked at her watch, suddenly very conscious of the time. “I have to go” and she was out the door of her office heading for the boardroom.

She knocked at the big boardroom doors, after a moment it was Mr. Nichol’s who opened the door…

“Ahhh Rebecca, I see Duncan gave you the message. We’ve just been discussing your next case, come in” as they walked up to the enormous boardroom table. And the meeting began.

An hour later, Mr. Nichol’s and Rebecca were on route to her office in a full blow discussion about the new case.

“Now I understand your away next for the next two weeks, and it’s also your birthday, isn’t it?” He asked as she just sat down at her desk in the chair opposite to her.

“Ermm yes it is, you haven’t got a euthanasia thing going on for 24 year olds or a rite of passage/hazing policy, have you?”

Rebecca looked up at him, a huge grin on her lovely face, he was looking down at the paperwork in his hand, but she saw it. Mr. Nichol’s chuckling slightly to himself, he cleared his throat.

“No, were not that bad, the euthanasia project only kicks in if you’re sixty-five, we don’t like doing pension’s here.”

He cleared his throat, clearly uncomfortable letting himself relax from the regimented fellow he normally was but that was Rebecca. She automatically put you at ease.

“Anyway, you’re off next week, yes?” she nodded her head, “For the 2 weeks?” she nodded her head again.

“Right, well if you can be ready at 6 am tomorrow, I’ll have the car meet you at yours, and we will head off from there. Okay. ” He was now fiddling with his glasses.

“Right, I’ll see you in the morning; we will be there for three nights back Friday.

“Fuck she had only just got back and she had plans with Jackson; well I suppose she couldn’t complain the big fat paycheck every month, the apartment and all the other perks were worth it.

And then the carrot at the end of the stick, in less than three years she would be made a partner.

And that’s why tonight; she would be telling Jackson to cancel everything till Friday. Damn she had wanted to see Lucy too; it had felt like years since she had last seen her. She picked up the phone and dialed.

“Hey babe I’m back, but I’m off tomorrow till Friday. Look it’s only a quickie can you do lunch? Good, then I’ll see you at 1pm then, Love you” and she hung up the phone.

She formed the reports she was doing, and prepared her case load ready for the journey tomorrow morning. She worked up until 12:55. Rebecca passed through the reception desk by the back elevator telling one of the receptionists that she was going out for lunch and would be back in an hour and half.

As she stepped into the lift she wasn’t expecting to see Duncan Peters in there and jumped.

“You out for lunch” he asked his tone a lot softer than earlier this morning.