The early morning sun crept up over the hills, casting shadows over the bedroom. The crisp winter air and new fallen snow gave the house on Willow Pond an eerie, almost silent feel.
Jennifer Hart lay in her bed on the second floor, trying to shake the throbbing in her head. She rolled over to reach for her husband, to no avail. She groaned as her hand clutched the satin sheets, running her other hand through her auburn mane.
Where is that Alka Seltzer? she muttered to herself. She thought back to last night...the dancing, the drinking, the table. The table? Oh, God. She remembered vaguely the lights in the club and standing on top of a small, wooden table. She could almost hear the pounding music in her head as she whooped and hollered to the country-western band. Her eyes strained to stay open as she tried to calm her beating heart.
Jonathan Hart called his wife from his corporate office. Nothing could make him happier than to hear his wife’s voice in the afternoon. "Hello, darling," he said smoothly into the mouthpiece.
Jennifer could only smile as she cooed, "I see that you are trying to get out of your meeting with Diacom Enterprises."
He smiled and thought about just how well she knew him. "Well, yes and no. I’m just about finished with my business here and was wondering if you wanted to meet me for dinner."
Jennifer closed her laptop, took her glasses off and sighed deeply. "Between you and I we’re never going to get any work done darling. You’re going to get the board members mad at you if you keep sneaking out early."
"The only reason that I’m sneaking out is to spend time with my beautiful wife. If I had my way I would have you here during my lunch hour as well. You know, I could probably focus on my work if I weren’t always thinking about you. You drive me crazy."
Jennifer smiled as he spoke. "Now darling, don’t get yourself all worked up. I want you at your peak when I see you. We can have an intimate dinner for two at La Scala and then continue this ‘conversation’ at home. I’ve got plans for you tonight."
"Plans, huh? Hold that thought. The dinner I’m talking about involves a couple of the key players at Diacom. They’re in from Denver and are in need of some wining and dining tonight. I thought that you were just the person to help me woo them. What do you say?"
"Oh. Do we have to? It’s been so long since it’s been just the two of us, but you know that I’d do anything for you," she sighed. "You owe me for this buster. Promise me one thing darling...that when this evening is over with you’ll still be at your peak. I have this insatiable need that has to be filled."
"That I can take care of. One more thing..these fellas, Jeff and Mark, are pretty laid back. I was thinking that we could meet at Jody’s Roadhouse and have a couple of beers."
Jennifer had known the Roadhouse in her earlier days. The music scene profiled many up and coming bands in the country-western business and had quite a following. She spent many an evening at the Roadhouse Grill in Maryland with her close girlfriends.
"The Roadhouse? I haven’t been there for ages! I’ll put on my best cowboy boots and meet you at 7:00. Are you sure that’s where you want to take Jeff and Mark? It’s not exactly a businessman’s restaurant."
"Ah, it’ll be just what the guys need. I’ll see you at 7:00. And darling..."
"What?"
"I love you."Jennifer Hart was just about to reply when the phone hung up. A smile spread across her face as she slowly hung up the portable. It was already 4:00 as she looked at the clock in her office. She really was looking forward to a quiet dinner with Jonathan because their schedules just weren’t getting any lighter. Maybe tomorrow night, she thought to herself. Between her magazine article and his new business venture, their time together had been fleeting these past few weeks. Rarely had they had so much on their plates at any one time. There seemed to always be charity functions, ribbon cutting ceremonies, meetings. and endless phone calls to be made before they could steal away together.
She was just going to have to let tonight slide and then put everything off to the side all day tomorrow and keep Jonathan home. She closed her eyes at the thought of playing hooky and making love all day long. God, she needed this man.
At 7:10 Jonathan looked at this watch while he stood at the long, oak bar. I wonder where she could be. He looked back over his shoulder at the two men bobbing their heads to the music. They didn’t seem to mind the atmosphere as both Jeff and Mark peered around the room checking out the women servers in their leather bustiers. Their beers were nearly empty by the time Jonathan made his way to the back of the room where their table was situated.
He sat down, held his beer up and said, "To new friends, mergers, and..."
"..women with big breasts!" Mark added. He laughed loudly and clinked his glass with Jeff and Jonathan’s. Jonathan simply smiled and laughed in amusement. "This place is incredible! It’s just what we needed after going through negotiations with your C.F.O today. Jeff and I both want to thank you for making this transition go so smoothly, Jonathan. We couldn’t have asked for a more simple operation."
"I’m glad that you feel that way. Let’s celebrate our merger and enjoy the evening." Jonathan took a drink from his glass and looked around impatiently for his wife to arrive.
No sooner had the glasses touched their lips when Mark spied an auburn-headed beauty slowly entering the Roadhouse. "I’d like to merge with that! Holy cow! There’s something to be said for a woman that can be in a place like this, but you can tell is a class above the rest."
Jennifer took a few steps inside and surveyed the dance floor and tables. The men at the bar nudged each other as they lay bets as to who would get her number first or better yet...take her home. A few whistles emanated from the bar as they saw the woman that came in alone. The first thing they noticed was her incredible body. She was dressed in black leather pants that seemed to be painted on. They hugged her curves gracefully and clung to her in all the right spots. She had on cowboy boots that looked like they could pay for a down payment on a house, yet had the quality of being worn and well-loved. This was a woman that had a high class upbringing, but there was something intriguing about her being. Her tight fitting top left little to the imagination. It looked like a halter top and showed a bit of cleavage as it accented her figure. It wasn’t overbearing like so many of the younger girls were into wearing these days. There was sophistication, alluring beauty and something so sexual about the way this woman carried herself. Gold hoop earrings hung from her ears while her wavy, thick auburn hair hung loosely around her face.
She clung to her purse while making her way through the crowd. She spotted Jonathan in the way back and made eye contact.
"Gentlemen, I’d like you to meet Jennifer...my wife," Jonathan looked directly at Mark as he said this.
Both men stood up quickly and shook Jennifer’s hand. Jonathan instinctively put his hand to her lower back and kissed her on the cheek. He whispered in her ear, "You look amazing. Let’s leave now so that I can get you in the back of my car." He moved his head to gauge her reaction.
Jennifer put her hand up to Jonathan’s chest. "This was all your idea, buster. I’m going to have a good time as long as you dragged me here," she said softly to him.
Jonathan rolled his eyes and looked around. A few of the men quickly readjusted in their bar stools so as to not let him know that they were leering. He sighed deeply knowing that he was going to have to fend off quite a few admirers tonight.
There were a couple of new bands that evening that really got the crowd going. Mark and Jeff were quite the extroverts and headed off in different directions to try their luck with the ladies. Jonathan and Jennifer stayed in the back watching the crowd move to the music.
"Let’s dance, darling. It’ll be fun. We can slow dance while everyone else is doing whatever it is that they call that kind of dancing."
"It looks pretty crowded," Jonathan said as his eyes roamed.
"I’ll hold you close," Jennifer purred as she stood up.
Jonathan knew that he couldn’t resist . He took one more long swig of his beer and lustfully looked at his wife. He followed her to the dance floor, watching her every move along the way. Those pants, he thought. He wanted nothing more than to grab her rearend at that very moment. He didn’t care that he was Jonathan Hart, C.E.O. of Hart Industries. All he cared about at that moment was feeling her against him.
Jennifer turned toward her husband and put her arms around his neck. The music pounded all around them, but they gazed deeply into each other’s eyes. Jonathan placed his arms around her waist and felt the leather pants at his fingertips.
"Uh, darling?" Jennifer said.
"Hmmm?" Jonathan wasn’t paying much attention as he concentrated on Jennifer’s smoky eyes.
"Is that a beer in your pocket or are you just glad to see me?"Jennifer took her hands and placed them around Jonathan’s waist, using them to massage his back.
The heat, the proximity of his wife, the leather...he couldn’t hide his bulging erection. He kissed her lips lightly and pulled her hips closer to his manhood. She gasped as the kiss became deeper and more erotic. She pulled away and fanned her face.
"You are a naughty man, Jonathan Hart. Buy me another beer and we’ll see what we can do about that problem, " she said seductively.
Jonathan wanted to devour her on the spot as he licked his lips, grabbed her hand and walked toward the bar. They were both hot and in need of something to cool themselves off. They finished their beers and headed back to the table. Jeff and Mark were long gone, off dancing with two girls that seemed to be in their 20’s.
After a few more rounds of beer, Jennifer decided to head towards the restroom. She stood up and began to orient herself. The first thing she noticed was how clumsy she had become. She had been sitting at the table for so long that she didn’t realize how much she had been drinking. She made her way through the crowd and into the restroom. The bathroom was absolutely packed. There were women adjusting their make-up, women buying condoms from the dispenser, and smoke filling every available nook and cranny. Jennifer had her turn and headed back towards her table. She stopped along the way and asked a girl for a cigarette. What the hell, she thought. You only live once.
She placed the cigarette in her mouth and looked around for a light. Three men jumped down from their bar stools to offer her their lighters. She took a long drag and blew the smoke up toward the ceiling, running her hand along her throat. The men watched the smoke leave her gorgeous lips and the smile that unfolded afterwards.
"Thanks boys." She turned and moved to the music as she tried to find Jonathan. He could see her coming from across the room, both arms in the air, shaking her body as she sang to the music. Was that a cigarette in her hand? He could feel that erection straining to get out. She stopped and danced with a few men along the way, flirting innocently as only she could do. By the time she made her way to their table, Jonathan was ready to throw her on it and tear off her clothes. He was so incredibly aroused at the sight of his wife: the cigarette, the atmosphere, the men drooling, the pants. He took another long gulp of his beer and took her hand.
"What are you doing?" he smirked as he held her close.
"I’m having the time of my life!" she replied. "I haven’t had a good cigarette in ages!"
"In ages, huh? I supposed that this gives me a bit of a taste as to what Jennifer Edwards was like before she became Jennifer Hart."
She looked pensively at the ceiling, not wanting to reveal too much of her past. "Oh, I don’t know. Sometimes a blast from the past is not all that it’s cracked up to be. I have a feeling that I’ll be paying for this one tomorrow."
"Let’s get out of here," he said forcefully.
Jennifer was oblivious as she finished off the last bit from her glass. "I’m having such a great time tonight. We need to do this more often!" she yelled into his ear while she leaned in. A soft hiccup escaped from her lips.
"Darling, let’s go before we both regret this evening," he said while thinking of the past hangovers the two of them had nursed.
Before he knew it, Jennifer was standing on the chair cheering for the next band that was starting. The crowd was going crazy and the party seemed like it would never end. She put both fingers in her mouth and whistled like a truck driver, clapping her hands wildly as the led singer started off. Jonathan looked around and surveyed the people. There were women on the shoulders of others, people on tables, and two scantily clad women were dancing on the bar itself. He turned to grab her hand and help her down when he noticed that all he was looking at was a pair of legs. A pair of very long, leather ones. Jennifer had climbed onto the table to dance, moving to the music as if she were the only person in the room.
"Darling, we need to go. You have no idea what you’re doing to these poor men in this room."
"Huh? Oh, come on," she cooed. "Come dance up here with me."
Jonathan led her off the table, grabbed her purse, and escorted her out into the fresh air. She stared up into the night sky, trying to point out the stars as they made their way towards the Mercedes.
"You don’t like to have any fun, do you?" she stammered. "I was just getting started." She spun around in the parking lot, losing her footing and falling into Jonathan’s arms." Oh, Lord...I think I’ve had way too many tonight."
Jonathan held her protectively as he unlocked the door to the car. She sat down inside with a thump and put her head on the headrest. No sooner had Jonathan sat down than she planted a long, wet kiss on his lips. She had her hands along his cheekbones and used her tongue to explore him further.
"I want to be with you NOW," she demanded. "Wouldn’t it be fun to crawl in the back and have sex in this parking lot?" She looked at him deeply, taking one hand to find his penis. She rubbed the outside of his jeans as she waited for his reply.
"God, you are so sexy. I wanted to throw you down on the table in the club and make love to you then and there," Jonathan said huskily.
Jennifer crawled on top of him, straddling him as her back went up against the steering wheel. Her fingers ran through his hair as their mouths found each other hungrily. They both began to grind as passion overtook them. She pulled back and without saying a word, released her breasts from the confining top she was wearing. Jonathan’s breath hitched as he looked at his wife, hair tousled, lips full, hands roaming his body. His hands cupped both of her breasts as he kissed them feverishly, the nipples hardening instantly at his touch. She threw her head back and held onto his shoulders while he licked and nipped at the buds. She moaned softly as he caressed and suckled her breasts, her grinding beginning to take on a much quicker motion. She grabbed the headrest and knew that an orgasm was imminent.
His hands grabbed her hips and pulled them hard onto his bulge, beads of sweat permeated his face. Jennifer threw herself forward onto his chest as an orgasm ripped through her body.
"Oh, Jesus Christ!" she screamed.
Jonathan held her body, gently rubbing her back as she came back down to earth. He kissed her shoulder, her neck, moved her hair out of the way and trailed kisses up to her earlobe.
"Oh, baby. I feel like I’m a teenager all over again," she said breathlessly. Her head came up as she kissed Jonathan lightly on the lips.
"I can’t do this anymore," he pleaded with her.
"What? But I’m not done with you yet! Jonathan....I have plans for you," she said seductively.
He nudged her off of his lap, opened up his door and let the fresh air envelop his body. He was glad that it was fairly dark in the parking lot and no one could see his erection.
He opened up the back door and looked in toward the front.
"Meet me in my office," he said, his pearly whites gleaming as he looked at his wife’s face. Jennifer smiled and scrambled into the back seat where Jonathan proceeded to "help" her out of her black leather pants.
"No underwear...hmmmm. You did have plans for me tonight."
The gleam in his eye and the husky sounding voice were sending Jennifer over the edge already. She pulled him down with her as she lay underneath him in the backseat of the Mercedes. He fought to get his pants unbuckled as she frantically ripped at his shirt. Between the two of them their were clothes strewn about the car. Hands were everywhere, but this time Jennifer was going to make sure that Jonathan came hard and fast, knowing that he had been waiting patiently for his time.
She opened her legs quickly, beckoning him to take her as he pleased. Jonathan knew that she wanted to please him as much as possible. He maneuvered himself into her slowly, wanting to watch her with every inch. Jennifer smiled, placed her hands on his buttocks, and thrust her hips upwards. Jonathan grunted as her motion caught him off guard. She raised her head towards his open mouth and began to kiss him hungrily. Within moments he was holding her hips, pistoning himself in and out of her with a hard, driving motion.
To the innocent bystander looking out in the parking lot one would think that two teenagers were initiating the Mercedes that belonged to one of their parents. Rocking could be seen and foggy windows as well. Two well-placed hands found their way to the passenger side window as if pushing back against something. Little did the patrons of the club know that Jonathan and Jennifer Hart were rocking away in their car, finding that time together that once seemed so elusive.
At 11:00 a.m. Jennifer was finally able to pull herself out of bed. The hammering in her head had lessened a bit, but the nausea was overtaking her. She flew into the bathroom to try to rid herself of last nights memories.
She made her way down the stairs, tightening her robe around her as she searched for her husband. Freeway scampered around the corner to say good morning to his owner, barking wildly at the sight of Jennifer.
"Oh, Freeway. Please bark quietly," she said as her hand held her head.
Jennifer found Jonathan in his office finishing up some last minute paperwork that had to do with the Diacom deal. He looked at her over the top of his papers and put his pen down.
"How are you feeling this morning, darling?" He tried not to smile as he watched his wife’s reaction to his loaded question.
"I feel like crap. Why did you let me drink that much? I remember sitting at the table and not much else. Why do I do this to myself?" she said as much to herself as to Jonathan.
He stood up and came around the desk to give her a soft kiss on the forehead.
"Last night was incredible. I’ve missed you over these past few weeks," he said thoughtfully.
She looked up at him as he ran his hands up and down her arms. She smiled weakly and tried to remember the events that had transpired that evening. She vaguely remembered getting her clothes on in the car and letting Jonathan drive home as she napped in the car.
"You know, it’s a good thing that we don’t have kids because I don’t think I could handle any screaming babies with my head feeling the way that it does," she pondered.
Jonathan smiled and took her hand, leading her out of his office.
"Why don’t you go take a shower, and I’ll fix us something light for lunch today. That is if you think you can hold it down. You’re looking a little green at the moment."
"Actually, I think that I’m going to go back to bed. I am so nauseous that nothing sounds good to me," she said. "Remind me of how I feel when I decide to drink again."
"It was probably that cigarette that sent you over the edge, darling."
"Cigarette? Oh, my. I can’t believe that I did that." She held her stomach as she walked toward the stairs. Within moments she ran up, slamming the bathroom door behind her as she emptied the contents of her stomach yet again.
