Page 25 of Just Curious

“That doesn’t sound too awful. Thank you so much for fixing it for me, Jackson.” She and Casey approached him, and they both placed their hands on his shoulders. “I’d like to show you my appreciation for your hard work,” she murmured and bent to run her lips over his ear. “Casey and I need you now.”

Casey chuckled and moved his hands to Willa so he could caress her while she caressed Jackson. Within minutes they were all naked and had made their way to the big bed.

Some people would have turned off the bedroom lamps, but the sight of what they were doing to each other was as big a turn-on as the acts themselves. For the next hour, they made love to one another in a rapturous tangle of bodies until they collapsed in a spent heap and went to sleep. It was well after that when Jackson awoke thirsty and got up to get a drink of water and turn off the lamps. He climbed back into bed, reaching for the two people he adored, and snuggled in as closely as he could.

An hour earlier and many miles away, a man called out, “Okay, babe. I’m in. You wanna check and make sure this is the right person?”

“Yeah. Be right there.” A woman appeared by his side and peered at his computer display. What they saw made the man’s eyes bulge as she gasped, “Holy motherfucking shit! Is she…? Are they…? They are! Oh… my, my, my.” She lightly punched the man’s shoulder in her glee. “You’re recording this I hope.” When he nodded without looking at her she continued, “This is pure gold. If she gives me any crap, we can use this as collateral,” she cackled.

The two of them stared spellbound at the screen, not wanting to miss one second of the action, and after a while the man had to rub his junk a few times. He was feeling uncomfortable and constricted, so he finally undid his zipper and freed his stiffie from his tight pants.

The woman twitched and squeezed her thighs and tried not to whimper.Lucky bitch! Those guys are total hotties!She side-eyed the actual warm-blooded erection closest to her and decided it stacked up poorly in comparison.But he has his talents, and getting access to this computer makes up for his shortcomings.

As soon as the action on the screen ended, they tore at each other’s clothes and fucked right there on the floor. The woman’s imagination took her to a level of excitement.

Her partner was just glad to get his rocks off.

Chapter 15

On Monday, Willa got back to her writing. She wasn’t currently writing an MMF book, but her mind certainly drifted in that direction more often than she was comfortable with.It’s too late in the story to introduce a second man, she kept telling herself.I’m almost done with this one.

True to his word, Casey sent his chef Phillipe to Jackson’s house, saying, “It’s high time you started living like the billionaire you are, man! Get used to having a chef and then buy a yacht, a few more cars—something!” He laughed at Jackson’s pensive expression as he got in his car reluctantly and headed home. He needed to get up to Santa Barbara. At least I have plenty to think about while I drive.

Jackson actually loved the idea of a yacht. He’d always been frugal with his earnings, but for once in his life he could afford to splurge on just about anything. So, he took a break from movie research and dipped his toe into yachts. He finally decided that chartering one for whenever and wherever he wanted would be a better idea than owning one of his own. He didn’t plan to live on one for any reason.Casey’s the one who knows about yachts,he thought.Why am I trying to make a decision like this without him?Jackson considered pulling him into the planning; but he was already heading out of town. This is so dumb, Jackson thought bitterly.I miss him already. I wonder how Willa feels about our situation with him. We can discuss it over lunch.

A couple of hours later, Jackson wandered over to Willa’s place. He knew he could just send her a text, but that might mean he’d miss out on more of her company. This way he could tell her in person that Phillipe had lunch ready and maybe get a few kisses before they made their way back next door. He let himself in and found Willa scowling at her computer. She looked good enough to eat if you ignored her petulant expression.

“Uh-oh. What’s wrong?”

Willa shook her head slightly and looked up with a distracted expression on her lovely face. “Oh, Jackson. Is it lunchtime already? I lost track of time. I’m stuck on a scene in my story, that’s all. I sort of wrote myself into a box.”

“Why don’t you save what you have, and come have something to eat? Maybe that will clear your head. Chef Phillipe has been cooking up a storm and something smells fantastic.”

“Okay,” Willa sighed. She’d skipped breakfast, opting to take her coffee and get right to work. “I could definitely eat.” She pulled a thumb drive out of the drawer, saved her file, and then replaced the little drive back in the desk.

“Is the mouse working correctly now?” asked Jackson as they entered his house.

“Mm... it might still be a little slower than I’m used to, but yes, it’s working now.”

It turned out that Chef Phillipe had made cold shrimp cocktails, followed by a hearty veggie soup and freshly baked rolls with an interesting herb flavor. He topped off their lunches with frothy cups of coffee and some tiny, light-as-air cookies that were his own delicate creation. He called them “cloud cookies.” Willa had no idea what was in them, but they were divine—just sweet enough for the end of the meal, but not filling. The chef encouraged Willa to take a few so she could have a snack while she was writing.

“Jackson, I think our evening run needs to be extra-long tonight if Phillipe is going to be feeding us,” she said with a sweet smile. “Thank you, Philippe. Lunch was wonderful. And now I’m curious; what do you have planned for dinner?”

“I plan to make a leg of lamb roast with mint seasoning and some new potatoes. I haven’t decided on the vegetable sides yet. Is there anything you dislike?” He looked at Willa and then Jackson. “Mr. Melrose refuses to eat lima beans or Brussels sprouts, no matter how they’re prepared.”

Willa laughed. “I like just about all vegetables, but I guess I’ll have to draw the line at liver and onions.” She looked at Jackson who seemed to be considering things. “Jackson? Anything you particularly detest?”

“Hmm… beets. They taste like dirt and just look… wrong. I’m also not a fan of black licorice. I guess we’re pretty easy customers, Phillipe. And I agree that lunch was great. Thank you. Is the kitchen alright?”

Phillipe chuckled and answered, “Mr. Melrose consulted with me before he planned your remodel, so I’d only have myself to blame if it weren’t perfect.”

Jackson grinned. “He didn’t tell me that, but it makes sense to go to the expert for advice. Tell me, Phillipe, have you ever tried cooking on a luxury yacht?”

Willa’s head snapped around. She gawked at Jackson’s smug expression as Phillipe answered, “Oh, yes sir, Mr. Mitchell. I have plenty of experience. I actually love boats.”

“Jackson? Any reason you’re asking that?” Willa asked.

With his signature crooked grin, Jackson answered, “Casey planted a seed before he left for Santa Barbara. Wouldn’t it be fun to spend some time on a yacht?”

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