Forbidden Fruit
By Claire Kincaide
I’ve done it again, dear diary. Gotten too close too soon with a man I admire but who’s also my boss. You’d think I would have learned after the mess with Joel—I mean Judge Thayer.
How had it happened? Well, he had a reputation, and knew I had one, too. Why else would he have requested me for his assistant? Stan Crocker wasn’t that bad, but I’ve heard he only likes to work as a temp for the bigwigs, and he’d been with Jack for over a year, ever since Diana Hawthorne left. Diana. She was one that had kept her distance. I was new at the office, and she was one of the few ADAs who didn’t come by and wish me luck. But of course, I was working with Ben Stone, and the grapevine said Ben couldn’t stand her.
Ben had kept his distance from Jack as well. I knew Jack only by sight—and reputation. And then, there I was, in his office, making it perfectly clear I wasn’t going to be ADA Number Four on his list of conquests. Had he taken that as a challenge? Was that why, in the middle of a conversation one night, he started changing clothes in front of me? Well, not quite so blatant. There was an door he stood behind. But I saw his legs, and the flash of white underwear. And then he came out, wearing those jeans that could make you fantasize about him all night long.
It started with dinners after a long night’s work. “Nothing wrong in it,” Jack would say. “I’ve kept you late, and it’s a pain to go home and heat up something from a box. Besides, this way, there’s no dishes to wash.” And we’d go out, talk about the case we were on, or law in general, enjoying each other’s company more than the food.
At first, we’d go our separate ways. And then tonight—well, I invited him up for a drink. I know, I know, but forbidden fruit is awfully tempting. He came in, diary, and sprawled upon my couch, like he does at work.
“Scotch or scotch?” I asked him with a grin, and he’d downed a double. I sat down close beside him as I sipped mine and smiled.
He smiled back. “You really know how to relax a guy,” he said, loosening his tie.
“I know other ways,” I said teasingly. “One thing I’ve wanted to do ever since I set eyes on you—“ I reached over and ruffled his hair. “Much cuter looking now,” I smiled.
“And something I’ve wanted to do—“ I was close, so it didn’t take much for Jack to put his arms around me and kiss me soundly on the lips. He smiled at my shocked expression. “Come on, you want this too, don’t you?”
My answer was to kiss him back. This our mouths parted, and the kiss deepened. And I moaned, and reached under his jacket and pulled out his shirt. I stroked his bare back with my hands as we melted into each other, our bodies entwining. Shoes came off first, then shirt and blouse and pants and skirt. We left a trail of clothes to the bedroom, where we kissed and caressed each other and made love for what seemed like hours.
He was looking down on me, stroking my hair. “Better be going,” he said. “We’ve got a long day ahead of us tomorrow.”
I smiled up at him. “Then where’s the rush?” I caressing his cheek. “You can wake up here as well as your own apartment. And change when you get to work.”
“Only if you watch me,” he growled in a low voice. I giggled and he kissed my neck. “You really don’t mind me sleeping over?”
“Not if you don’t,” I replied. “Snuggling close to your lover can help you go to sleep so much faster, don’t you think?”
“I don’t know about sleep,” he said, but he lay down on his side and I curled up in his arms. His hand slowly caressed my breast, and I felt his manhood stirring. The lights of the city came in through the curtains, but inside the apartment, all was still. I could feel him slowly go to sleep. The relaxing of his hands, then the involuntary twitching of muscles as he drifted off. And the muffled sounds of bits of dreams: “Hmm. Huh. Yeah.” I smiled, and stoked his hand, and he quieted.
And now, here I am. It’s early-an hour before the alarm. But he’s still in my bed, still sleeping. Still looking magnificent. I know it’s wrong, diary. I’ve done this before. But it feels so good, feels so right, especially with Jack. How can it end with tragedy this time?
He’s stirring now. I’m going back to bed to snuggle again, and maybe something more. Forbidden fruit is very sweet, and I’m addicted.