Chapter 13

Jane pushes her chair back and stands up. She stretches her arms towards the ceiling and yawns. It's getting late but she still has to pack. She leaves the dining room, making her way toward her bedroom.

Underneath her bed is her suitcase. She drags it out and brushes off the dust. It's been a long time since she has last used this thing. She can't even remember the last time she went on a vacation. She was always so focused on school or work that she never made time for herself. She tosses the large hard-shell case onto her bed and unzips it.

She goes to the bathroom to get her toiletries first. She gathers a toothbrush, toothpaste, comb, hair ties, cleanser and moisturizer, deodorant, etc. She places them in the side pouches of her suitcase, not wanting to risk any leakage onto her clothes. She throws in some jeans, t-shirts, shorts, socks, a pair of tennis shoes, a pair of sandals, and a few bathing suits. She packs everything she needs except her undergarments.

What kind of underwear do you pack when you are staying with a man for a week? Are we even going to do anything together or am I just going to be doing tourist stuff? Jane packs a little bit of everything and rolls her suitcase out towards the entryway. "What even is there to do in L.A. this time of year? I mean, it's L.A. there's probably always something to do but I just don't know what." Jane mumbles to herself while she takes a seat back at her dining room table.

She starts typing away at the search engine on her phone to find answers to her questions. She doesn't want to go unprepared. She pulls up tabs depicting ginormous concrete museums, lush parks, and observatories, famous walkways, and highly rated restaurants. She saves the links to all of the places she is most interested in. With everything packed and a few plans figured out, she decides to call it a night. She lays down in bed and decides to text Nik to iron out some details regarding their trip.

-Hey. What time should I head over to your apartment tomorrow? Or are we meeting at the airport? We didn't really talk about logistics earlier.-

-Why would we meet at the airport?-

-Well how else are we supposed to get to L.A. It's not like we are going to drive. I would waste my whole week just driving from here to there.-

-Oh, I have a private jet. I will probably swing by to pick you up around seven if that's cool with you. We could get a quick breakfast and then be on our way?-

-Sounds good to me. See you then.-

Jane plugs her phone in and sets it on her nightstand and turns off the lamp. She removes her dress and chucks it across the room in the general direction of her hamper. She changes into a plain gray v-neck and a pair of black and white checkered PJ shorts. She burrows into the fluffy comforter that lives on her bed.

When she first moved out of her parents and was starting to acquire her own things, this was the one item she refused to bargain on. She wanted the biggest, fluffiest, coziest one in the store and that's just what she got. She gets snuggled in and closes her eyes.

Steam fogs up the transparent glass sliding door of the shower. Warm water cascades down Jane's tired shoulders. She grabs her loofah and her favorite body wash sea salt and lavender. She lathers up, starting at her neck and shoulders before making her way to the rest of her overworked body. This is the only way she can relax during times like these.

She is so busy with work that the only time she has to unwind is in the shower before bed. She curses her bosses for the never-ending load of work that they have placed on her team. Jane is too occupied by her own thoughts that she doesn't hear the glass door open and close. She only becomes aware of her surprise visitor when a pair of hands find themselves on her sides. Jane jumps, turning around to find a handsome man in her shower.

He is tall, towering almost an entire foot above her. He has jet black wavy hair and an olive skin tone. Jane allows her eyes to take in every inch of the man. He is the textbook definition of a hunk. This man looks familiar, but she can't quite place how she knows him, not that she cares. She turns back around to continue her shower, leaving the man to do as he pleases.

He places his strong hands at her waist, tugging her so she is closer to him. His abdomen is pressed firm against her back now. He takes the loofah from her hands, deciding to take this task for himself. He positions the loofah just below her breast. He lightly traces circles around them in a figure-eight motion. When he is satisfied with his work he hangs the loofah on the hook, deciding to use his hands for the rest of the job.

He cups each breast and massages the soap against her slick skin. Her rosy buds stiffen against his palms. He teases her breasts for just a few more moments before deciding to focus on an area that rests further south. Jane shivers under his touch as he caresses her inner thighs, lightly grazing her lower lips each time his hands are near.

The man continues this torture until Jane's legs start to feel weak. He stops to pin her between himself and the wall. His eyes are inspecting every part of her. Eventually, they find their way to her eyes. Jane is taken aback. His eyes are a color she has never seen before and constantly changing shade as she continues to watch. She loses herself in his gaze.

He takes this opportunity to continue his exploration of her body. He locates the border between the excitement she feels now and the pleasure he could provide. He slips one of his soapy digits inside. Jane closes her eyes, turning her face to the side so the man can no longer see. He uses his other hand to turn her face back towards his. He may not be able to see her eyes, but he can still see her facial expressions which is good enough for him.

He strokes her walls as his thumb stimulates her little pleasure button. Jane bites her lip to stay quiet, not wanting to give the man the satisfaction of hearing just how good she feels. He slides his finger back out before driving it in with as much force as he can muster. He continues forcefully pumping it in and out of her, adding a new finger every so often. "Come on Jane. Let me know how you are feeling. Whine for me. Be a good girl," He whispers against her neck before attacking it with his rough mouth. Jane holds her ground, not allowing any sound to escape her.

The man groans. "That just won't do." His fingers exit her moist opening slowly, one at a time. Once they are out he lifts one of Jane's legs, placing her heel against his shoulder. He rubs the tip of his manhood against her folds, teasing her hole.

"You can put it in." Jane squeaks.

"I don't know if you've earned it yet. How are you going to earn it?" He lets his raspy deep voice ridicule her. Jane reaches down to grasp his girthy rod. She holds it, her tiny hand unable to wrap around it completely. She moves her hand up and down, trying to please the man.

"I-It's so big."

"You surprised?" The man chuckles. He lets Jane pleasure him, knowing that as soon as she removes that hand, he will slam into her. "Mmm, you are working so hard. Good girl. Are you ready for your treat?" Jane nods, ready for the man to ravish her with his colossal member.

The man grabs Jane's hand, placing it on his shoulder, preparing to give her the fucking of a lifetime.

Jane wakes up, gasping for air. Her face and body are on fire. She pushes the covers off of her, letting the frigid air steal the warmth from her flushed skin. 'What the hell was that? Was I having a sex dream ... about Nik?' Jane covers her face with her hands, trying to comprehend everything that just happened. She needs a drink of water.

Jane ditches her sweat-soaked mattress and walks towards her bathroom. She turns on the sink, splashing water onto her cheeks to wake herself up a bit. She glances up at the clock that hangs above her bathroom mirror. It's 6:30. Fuck. He is going to be here in half an hour. She only has thirty minutes to calm down from whatever the fuck that was and try to make herself at least a little bit presentable. She is going to be cutting it close.