Close Call

"I don't think that goes with your outfit," Jack teased, pointing to her ink stained fingers. "If you don't want that all over you, I'd suggest you wash it off."

"Oh, no!" Livia held her hands as far away from her new silk blouse as she could get. "I've got to get this off." She jumped up and headed for the small bathroom in Jackson's office. "May I?"

"Of course." Jackson grinned broadly as Livia suddenly came to a halt before the closed door. "Need some help?"

Livia turned and gave him a pointed look. "Unless you want me to get ink all over the door knob, you'd better!"

"Yes, ma'am!" Jack saluted before rising to her assistance. He opened the door and began to precede his fellow attorney into the intimate space.

Livia stopped at the threshold uncertainly. "Jack-"

"I'm just going to turn the warm water on for you, Livia." Jack's voice grew soft. "You made your decision about us. And while I'm not happy about it, I will try to abide by it."

'I'm being foolish,' Livia thought. 'Jack has been nothing but a gentleman since I told him we could only be friends.' She stepped into the bathroom. It was so small that she had to close the door to get to the sink.

Livia could not prevent a tiny yelp of pain as she immersed her hands under the stream of water.

"Livia?" Jackson was at her side immediately.

"It's alright," she replied, flexing her fingers, "the water was just a little hot."

"I'm so sorry," Jackson gasped. He moved up behind her and reached over to adjust the taps. Livia could feel the brush of his body against hers as he grasped her hands and held them under the now lukewarm stream. "I'm sorry," he repeated.

"It's alright," Livia reassured him. "I'm fine." She wanted desperately to escape the feel of Jackson's hard, masculine body against hers. With every passing moment, she was reminded of that one night, and her resolve to just be friends was fading away.

"Let me," Jackson said, reaching along the wall for a small hand towel. Livia did not think it was mere chance that the utterance of those words coincided with the press of his erection against her.

Jack watched Livia's face in the mirror. Her eyes were shut and her lips parted. She could try to deny what was between them, but her body could not lie. He turned Livia around to face him. "Let me," he repeated as he ground lightly against her.


"Say yes." Jack's hands caressed her back, and Livia could not think clearly.


Jack backed Livia up against the wall near the door. The decision now made, each hurried to undress the other. Jack reached beneath the flowing skirt and removed her silken panties. His eyes caught sight of the gartered stockings she wore. "Livia, sweetheart, I can't wait," he growled.

"I don't want you to," Livia panted, undoing his belt and unzipping his pants. She slid her hand into the opening of the silk boxers Jackson wore and tugged gently. His engorged manhood sprang free, and Livia could not deny the moan of anticipation which escaped her lips.

"Put your arms around my neck, sweetheart," Jack urged. He bent his considerable frame and Livia did as asked. Effortlessly, he grasped her around the waist and raised her above his throbbing length.

"Ahhhhh..." Livia's strangled moan vibrated in the small room. Jackson was a substantial man in every way, and she savored the feeling of being filled by every inch of him.

Jack threw his head back and shut his eyes. Sinking into Livia was like being dipped in hot lava. The heat of her surrounding him was almost too much to bear. He braced her against the wall and began to move. Nothing else existed but the connection of their bodies and their hearts. Slowly ... surely ... thrust after thrust.

Livia bit her lip to contain her cries. Jackson felt so damn good, and all she wanted was to scream her satisfaction.


A voice was suddenly heard outside the bathroom door. Lost in the heat of passion, the two lovers had not heard the curious voice just beyond their reality.

"Jackson? Are you in there?"

"Hell!" Jackson cursed under his breath. "Erica?"

"Yes, it's me, Erica. Jack, is something wrong?" She stood just on the other side of the door.

"Wrong?" Jack's voice was slightly high pitched with strain. Livia, who had been panicked at Erica's poor timing, now buried her face in Jack's neck to prevent the sound of her laughter.

"Jack, is something wrong? Are you sick?" Erica twisted the bathroom doorknob.

His hand shot out and slammed the door shut before reaching down to set the lock. "Uh, Erica, this isn't a good time right now." Jack was forced to cough to cover the groan which escaped as Livia clenched around him.

"Jack -"

Damn it! Erica wouldn't take no for an answer. "I don't mean to be indelicate, Erica," Jackson lied, "but I've eaten some really spicy food that didn't agree with me. If you understand what I’m saying." Livia's face contorted with laughter at his tale.

"Oh...Oh!" Erica finally understood. "Oh! Well, I will just leave you now. Perhaps you can give me a call when you feel better." Poor Jack would probably be in there awhile.

"Okay, Erica. Thanks for coming."

Her voice filled with laughter, Livia whispered in his ear, "Thanks for coming? Was that a play on words?"

Jackson waited until he could hear no sounds in the outer office. "Now, where were we?" He withdrew before driving roughly into Livia. Her breathy cry brought a smile to Jackson's face. "Ah, yes," he teased this time, "right about there."