Chapter 12 - Jack

A few days later, I'm sorely regretting my decision to have Lena come to work with me. All I wanted was to spend time with her, but now I realize I've sunk myself neck-deep into a very special kind of hell.

I can't take my eyes off her. It doesn't matter if she's on the phone, doing paperwork, or helping in the warehouse—my eyes are drawn to her, and my mind refuses to focus on any task. The sweet, strawberry cotton candy scent is on my tongue constantly, seeping through my senses and teasing me, no matter how hard I try to ignore it.

I'm looking right at my computer screen, trying to track monthly profit reports, and my eyes keep slipping up to watch Lena walk back and forth in front of me. She's printing shipping labels and bringing them back to Clive, the store man, helping him send out packages. Every time she passes by, my gaze locks onto her, I lose my train of thought, then I have to start all over again.

I yank my focus back to the computer screen and force myself to study the figures. No matter how hard I stare, it's just a jumble of black and white symbols. When I hear Lena laugh, I don't even make a conscious decision to look up. My attention snaps back to her, and everything else vanishes from existence.

Clive is telling her a joke as they stick labels on boxes. I love how she tilts her head back, how her laugh starts off as a cute giggle, then deepens into a cackle. Her wild strawberry blond hair is pulled up into a loose bun, with strands falling down around her slender shoulders. Even though she's only wearing baggy jeans and an old flannel shirt, I can clearly see her curved hips and narrow waist.

I completely abandon any ideas of focusing on the paperwork and watch, idly tapping my pen against the table. For days now, I've been watching her work and becoming more aroused by the second. I don't know how long I can keep doing this before I crack.

She bends over to stack a box on a pallet, and a soft groan slips through my teeth. The baggy jeans pull tight across her toned ass, and the flannel slips up a little, exposing a patch of pure white skin across her lower back.

I imagine standing behind her, putting my hands on her waist, running my fingers along her ribcage to cup her big breasts, then pressing my hips against her. The scene builds in my mind as I think about pulling her jeans down to her ankles, stroking her ass before grabbing her hips and fucking her hard while she's bent over the high wall of cardboard boxes.

My cock has gotten so stiff, it's pressing painfully against the zipper of my jeans. I take a deep breath and hold it, closing my eyes for a few seconds. I can't make the thoughts or the sensations go away.

When I open my eyes, Lena has turned around and is lifting the tails of the flannel shirt. I can just catch a glimpse of her toned belly as she fiddles with the edges and then ties them in a knot around her waist.

I can't take it a second longer. I get up from my desk, shoving the chair away harder than I need to.

I have to take out this frustration on something!

I know that she would probably submit to me if I pushed, but that's exactly why I can't do it. I will not take her until she is completely, one hundred percent ready.

I want her writhing with ecstasy, crying out in joy and urging me on, not tolerating or enduring me!

I try to head outside to get the sweet scent out of my head for a bit, but instead, I find myself being drawn out into the warehouse. I'm truly not in control of my own actions anymore. Lena is the sun, and I'm just a tiny, dutiful planet.

When I come out, Clive and Lena are just finishing up with the boxes. I lean on the wall, watching quietly. I've got a much better view here than I did from the office, and I'm starting to wonder how I can get out of this.

I'm never going to get any work done like this.

Suddenly, there's a shout from the other side of the stacks where Derek is using the forklift. The steel stacks wobble dangerously, and I'm bolting across the shop floor before I even know what's happening.

I grab Lena and bolt towards the front roller doors. Clive is just ahead of me, and as we reach the safety of the dock, a pallet comes crashing down behind us, right where Clive and Lena had been packing. Paper sacks of dry concrete explode in a spectacular fashion while the pallets shatter and spray splinters around the room.

"Fuck!" Derek yells, hurrying around the stacks. "I'm so sorry, guys. I tapped the edge of the stack with the forks. Is everyone okay?"

Lena is trembling in my arms, looking at the destruction with wide eyes. She gulps and nods.

"I think we're okay," Clive says. "But watch it. That was a near thing."

"I'm not happy, Derek." My voice comes out as a deep growl. "That was completely unacceptable."

I can see Derek start to sweat. "I'm sorry, boss. I just miscalculated."

"Not good enough," I snap. "You almost killed two people. Should we get you drug tested? Have you been drinking?"

"Hey," Clive says. "It's okay, boss. Accidents do happen."

"I'm really okay," Lena adds, looking up at me. "It was scary, but you got there in time. Don't punish him."

My body is going crazy being this close to her. So much of my attention is focused solely on my hands touching her shoulders, trying desperately to keep myself from holding on to her too hard.

"This is my workplace, my crew," I mutter. "I'll do what I consider necessary. I can't let an incident like that slide."

"But it was just an accident," Lena says, her tone firm. She turns around so she can glare at me with her beautiful green eyes. When she's mad, they seem to deepen in color, the same way dark clouds take on an edge of green when a major storm is about to erupt.

"How would you know?" I snap, unable to stop myself. I'm too keyed up—my arousal was killing me before the adrenaline rush kicked in. "You've never worked in a warehouse before. You shouldn't even be out here."

"Excuse me?" she answers softly. She puts her fists on her hips and glares at me. Her expression is so cute, I actually get a pain in my chest.

Oh, God, how I want to kiss that pretty little pout!

"I said, you shouldn't be out here doing the heavy work."

"But you wanted my help!"

"Yes, around the office, not out here!"

"Well, you never told me not to!"

I run my hand down my face, shaking my head. It seems she really thinks I need the help, and she's not catching on to the fact I just wanted to be in her company.

I don't know if this is a bad thing or a good thing.

"I was just sticking packing labels and stacking pallets," Lena continues. "The orders get out a lot quicker if I help. Aren't you happy about that?"

I realize that the entire place has fallen into deep silence while Clive, Derek, and Betty try to pretend they are anywhere else. I grab Lena's arm and hurry out the back to a storeroom, trying not to drag her too roughly.

"Lena," I whisper furiously. "You can't talk to me like that."

"Oh, yeah?" she answers, glaring at me as I slam the door shut behind us. "Well, I just did."

"I'm trying to keep you safe! You have to listen to me."

Lena crosses her arms and sticks her chin out.

"I did listen to you. I helped out, just like you said. Now you're telling me you don't want me to? What do you even want?"

I want you. All of you. Fuck, I want you so much!

Our faces have gotten very close together, our noses almost touching. Her sweet scent is all over me, filling my mouth, covering my tongue. I can't even remember what I was trying to say.

I see a look flash in Lena's eyes, and it looks like passion. I don't dare to hope that she's ready for me—I can't trust my urges, or any signals I think she might be sending.

No, I have to know completely that she is ready. I can't guess. I can't push her into it unwillingly.

Suddenly, Lena throws her arms around my neck and kisses me. Any self-control I was clinging to shatters as I reach for her and wrap my hands around her waist, throwing our bodies together.

She gasps softly into my mouth as our bodies touch. Her hands tighten around my neck, and I let my hands roam up and down her back. Lena reaches up with her lips, opening her mouth and inviting me to kiss her even deeper. When she writhes against me, I let out an agonized groan.

Oh, God, this is torture. This is such sweet torture!

"I want you," she whispers. "I need you!"

The sensations are so intense, I can't even answer. I fill my hands with her curves, grabbing her hips and then running my hands up to squeeze her breasts. She cries out and writhes against me even harder, urging me on.

Is she really ready? How will I know?

I push her back against some boxes, and she stumbles a little as she sits down on the edge, leaning back to catch herself on her hands. I dive straight for the button on her jeans, pulling down the zipper and yanking her pants down.

Lena gasps, almost a whimper. I leave her jeans caught around her ankles as I reach for her, grabbing her ass and tugging her forward to the edge of the box as I get down on my knees.

I look up at her, and her eyes are wide as she watches me. Her mouth is red from our kisses, and she looks completely stunned. She reaches out with one hand and runs her nails across my scalp, tangling my long hair.

My gaze is pulled back to her pussy, right in front of me and hidden by the barest scrap of fabric. With one hand still wrapped around her hips, I reach out and rub her pussy through her panties. She lets out a sharp cry and rocks her hips towards me, begging for more.

I grab the edge of her panties and yank them down, leaving them at her ankles as I put both hands around her hips and tug her towards me. When my tongue slips between the throbbing outer lips of her pussy and finds her clit she shrieks and wriggles in my arms, trying to open her legs further.

A growl of pure pleasure vibrates in my throat as I lap gently at her clit, rubbing my lips around the inner lips of her pussy. I can hear her breath coming in short, hard gasps as I lap deeper and slower, feeling the trembling in her body intensifying with every stroke of my tongue.

When harsh cries start to burst from her throat, I reach down and roughly pull her pants off her ankles before grabbing her knees and shoving her thighs apart. Lena goes completely tense for a second, holding herself still.

I dive into her pussy, moaning as I lap up all her sweet juice and punish the soft inner lips with my tongue. Lena puts her hand on my head, digging in her nails and tugging on my hair. My hands tighten on her ass and pull her even closer to me so I can push my tongue deeper into her slit.

Lena starts to moan as she rocks her hips against me, tightening her grip on my hair. I let her take control and use me, gently running the tip of my tongue from clit to slit, giving teasing, light strokes and deep laps, exploring every inch of her hot, slick pussy with my lips as she slides herself up and down on my face.

Suddenly, she opens her legs wide and thrusts her hips at me, yanking on my hair. I wrap my lips around her clit and suck, alternating with slow, hard laps from my tongue. She gasps, clamping her thighs against my head and thrusting against my mouth. When I feel her start to tremble all over, I slide my tongue down the soft inner lips and deep into her cunt.

Lena lets out a series of sharp, short cries and lets go of me to hold herself up as her hips jerk back and forth. My hands tighten on her ass as I open my lips and fill my mouth with her sweet, pulsing pussy.

Her breaths settle into a light, shivery rhythm. I could stay down here all day, but I know after an orgasm that intense, she will need a break. I look up at her, and she's truly the most beautiful sight I've ever seen.

Her hair is loose around her face, slowly slipping out of the bun. Her cheeks are flushed red, and there is a shimmer in her green eyes. An intensity I have never seen before.

"I love you," I whisper, reaching up to her. She leans down and lets me stroke her cheek.

"I will not take your virginity until you are completely ready," I say, making my voice loud and clear this time. "Only you know when the right time will be, and I am content to wait for you."

She smiles softly, nodding. I smile back, silently cursing myself for being a liar.

Because my wait will not be content at all, but still, I will wait for the rest of my life rather than hurt her!