Under My Umbrella (Fated 1)

Hmm, more like the woman who just fucked a delicious man all night long. Yes, indeed her body was still sore, but when was the last time she’d gone at it like that? Literally all night long. He kept waking her up, and she’d protested at first, batted away his hands, murmuring a few “I’m tired” phrases for good measure. But then he would kiss her, or touch her, or that one time when she woke up with his tongue between her legs, well, she hadn’t been able to resist.

At all.

“I’m just glad it’s uh…Wednesday.” She had to think about that for a minute. Last night’s escapades had destroyed so many brain cells she’d forgotten what day it was.

“Right.” A little snort escaped Morgan. “Give me the details. Who is he?”

Man, her friend was perceptive. They both worked in the accounting department of a large advertising firm. In the boring section of an otherwise exciting yet stressful business, they’d complained more than once.

Oh, well. At least the pay was steady, the job solid and the benefits ideal. And she’d met and become close friends with Morgan and a few others at the office. Jenna certainly couldn’t complain.

“You’re going to kill me,” Jenna started, knowing without a doubt that she was going to get an earful from Morgan once she gave her the details.

Morgan quirked a brow. “That scandalous, huh? Don’t tell me you picked him up in a bar.”

“No, no, no much classier than that.” Jenna waved a hand. “I saw him yesterday afternoon when I got off work early.”

“What do you mean? And it was raining like crazy when you left.”

Jenna had put in so many hours on a particular project lately that when she wrapped it up yesterday just after lunch she’d decided to go home early. Talk about fate.

I never believed in fate before.

Well, maybe now she did.

“Yes, it was raining. I had my umbrella. I was walking home, and he was just ahead of me. He was soaked. Drenched and I had to check him out because he had a really fine butt.” Jenna nibbled her lower

lip after that admission.

Morgan rolled her eyes. “Oh, my God.”

“Well, he did. Anyway, I had to catch up with him to see if the face matched the fine butt, and it did. Oh, how it did. So he spotted me checking him out and asked if I would share my umbrella and the next thing I know he’s in my apartment and he’s, uh, he’s…”

Jenna’s voice trailed off, her thoughts wandering to yesterday. In her bathroom, his hand between her legs, his mouth fused to hers. Giving her the best orgasm of her life.

“Yeah, yeah I get it, I know what he’s doing.” Morgan’s expression went motherly, stern and serious. “You didn’t even know this guy and you invited him into your apartment? After you shared your umbrella with him and that was it? How crazy are you? He could’ve been a killer.”

“I know. The thought went through my head of course.” It had. But she’d been so dazzled with the smile and the dark hair and the deep voice that she’d let those silly fears slide on by. Concentrated on the dreamy, delicious man in her arms instead.

“Right but he was so good looking you forgot about it.”

Morgan knew her too well.

“He’s a firefighter. Killers aren’t firefighters,” she pointed out, trying to justify it.

“Oh, you don’t know that for sure. Give me a break.”

“He’s really sweet,” Jenna admitted, her voice gone soft. Morgan studied her closely. “We had a lot of fun, he was easy to talk to and I have to admit, the sex was phenomenal.”

“Rub it in,” Morgan muttered. It had been ages since she’d gotten laid, the both of them had complained to each other countless times over the last few months. “Now you have that ‘I just got fucked’ glow and I’m totally jealous.”

Jenna couldn’t help but smile, and she touched her cheek. She probably did have that “I just got fucked” glow. “We’re getting together tonight. Going on a real date.”

“He’s not working?”

“He’s off. He works a few days on, a few days off.” A little thrill moved through her. Dating a firefighter was kind of hot.

Ha ha, she wanted to laugh out loud at her silly double entendre.