Flames of Desires

Flames of Desire Michelle Hoppe All rights reserved.

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Flames of Desire The sharp sound of someone’s knuckles connecting with the door shattered the stillness of Jack’s office, pulling him from his contemplation of Mindy’s picture. He’d been staring at it for hours, trying to figure out what he should have said in response to her ridiculous statement yesterday. Success in that endeavor eluded him still. “Come in,” Jack said, just as the second knock echoed around him. “Come in,” he spoke louder. Jack watched as his secretary, Joyce, stuck her head into the office. “I’m sorry to disturb you, Mr. Bishop, but there is a delivery for you.” “Put it on the table outside. I don’t want to deal with anything right now.” “But, sir, it’s not what you think.” Jack wasn’t in the mood for guessing games. “Fine, just bring it in, Joyce.” His tone was sharper than he’d meant it to be, but everyone knew he was in a foul mood, hence the closed office door. Usually Jack Bishop was happy, energetic, and a great boss, according to those who worked for him. However, today was different. Jack’s mood was dark and unapproachable. Everyone in the office knew about his fight with Mindy. After all, it had started right there in his office, and the volume of their discussion was anything but low. In the end, Mindy had stormed from the room in tears, and his slamming of the office door pretty much indicated Jack’s feeling about the situation. His staff also knew by the slumped shoulders, lack of a smile, and the dark circles under his eyes that things had not improved during the night. Joyce, with her mysterious delivery, was the first person brave enough to enter his office in six hours. Jack watched as she pushed the door wide open and carried in a

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bouquet of flowers. He could see the vase was heavy and, after a second’s pause of surprise, he stood and moved to take the burden from her hands. “What is this?” Jack scanned the huge display for a card. “I don’t know. There is no note, at least not that I could find.” Joyce had a smile on her face. “Do me a favor and call the florist. Find out who these are from.” “Yes, sir.” Joyce hurried out of the office without closing the door behind her. Jack continued to stare at the beautiful arrangement, now casting a large shadow over his desk. There were yellow roses, some white and yellow carnations, and bunches of little white flowers he’d never seen before. Intermixed with all the yellow and white flowers were fern fronds. Large green clusters that had to be two feet high. It was definitely an ostentatious display. Joyce returned to his side. “The florist said they cannot give out personal information on a customer.” “When did someone’s name become personal information? For Christ’s sake, I’m not asking for their home address, phone number, or credit card information. All I want is a fucking name.” Joyce began to laugh, then thought better of the idea. Perhaps it was the look on his face, but her giggles subsided and she became all business again. “I don’t know what policies they have in place, sir. They simply said they were not at liberty to give out that information.” “I’m sorry, Joyce. I didn’t mean to bark. Thank you for trying.” “It’s okay, Jack.” Joyce seemed to hesitate, then continued, “Have you tried to call her?” Jack ran his fingers through his hair, shrugging his shoulders, and returned to the back side of his desk. “No. I don’t… I… fuck. I can’t even tell you exactly what we were fighting about anymore.” Before Joyce could respond, there was another knock at his office door. Joyce turned at the same time Jack yelled, “What?”

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“Mr. Bishop,” a new intern, Susan, answered. “Come in.” Jack’s voice still held more than a note of irritation, but the disapproving look on Joyce’s face kept him from saying more. “I’m sorry to interrupt, sir.” Susan approached the desk and, with shaking fingers, held out an envelope for him. “But this letter was just delivered for you.” Jack ripped open the envelope as Joyce ushered Susan out of the office, closing the door this time. Jack dropped into his desk chair and unfolded the single sheet of paper on the blotter in front of him. The words were written in Mindy’s delicate script and Jack devoured them. Candlelight and music,

Warm fire lights the way.

This, my darling lover,

The end of a perfect day.

You and I together,

Lost in the fire’s glow.

No need for words between us,

Our hands and bodies know!

The letter was not signed. Jack read the words again, before spinning his chair around in a circle like a small child on a merry-go-round. Jumping to his feet, still holding the letter in his hand, Jack walked across the room. Pulling open the door, he smiled at the startled look on Joyce’s face. “I’m going home.”

“Is everything all right, Jack?”

“Better than all right.” Jack didn’t wait for her to respond. With a spring in his

step, he headed for the elevator and quickly left the building. Once in his car, Jack tried to release all the pent up frustration he’d been holding in since the day before, pushing the angry words they’d exchanged to the back of his mind and locking the door on his subconscious.

***

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Mindy paced around the room. “Damn him and his stubbornness. What is so fucking hard about saying ‘Congratulations’?” Mindy yelled at the ceiling. “You would think he honestly believed I wanted the God damned promotion.” Moving to the refrigerator, Mindy pulled open the door with such force the entire appliance shook. Her reflexes were sharp enough to catch the can of soda as it danced off the shelf and headed for the floor. “Damn.” Popping the pull tab on the can, Mindy leaned her ass against the counter and downed half the soda before slamming the can on the Formica surface at her back. “Why are men so stupid?” Mindy asked the cat, who had just pushed her way through the small opening cut in the middle of the back door. Bending down, Mindy lifted Sugapuss into her arms and walked to the living room. “Do male cats act this retarded?” Mindy asked the cat. Sugapuss purred softly, nuzzling against her cheek. “I’ll take that as a yes.” Dropping onto the couch in a very unladylike fashion, Mindy held Sugapuss tightly in her arms. With her lips resting on the top of the cat’s head, Mindy decided it would be up to her to end this stalemate. “I need sex, Sugapuss, and that jackass will never figure out how to mend things, so once again, I get to apologize for something I didn’t do. Jackass Jack. That’s it, his new name is Jackass Jack.” Sugapuss let out a meow of discomfort and Mindy realized she’d been squeezing just a little too hard. “Sorry, baby.” The cat jumped from Mindy’s arms and, with an indignant backwards glance, headed up the stairs in search of a napping place. “Stay off my bed,” Mindy yelled at Sugapuss. “I plan to use it soon.” Having made the decision to end their impasse, Mindy got to work. “First, I think I’ll use his credit card to send him a very expensive bouquet of flowers.” Mindy smiled, picturing the look on his face when the statement arrived and he realized she’d billed him for the make-up flowers. “Serves you right, Jack-ass!” After arranging for the

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flowers to be delivered in two hours, Mindy sat down at her desk, searching for the poem she’d written several weeks earlier. Sealing the single sheet of paper in an envelope, Mindy called a delivery service and arranged for them to take the letter to Jack’s office. She scheduled the letter to arrive fifteen minutes after the flowers and again charged the fees to Jack’s credit card. Looking around downstairs, Mindy was satisfied everything was in its place, and she headed upstairs to shower and prepare for Jack’s arrival home. If he drove the speed limit, it should take him thirty minutes to make the drive to their suburban home, which meant she had about three hours to get ready.

*** Jack broke every speed law between downtown and the quiet little tree lined street where they lived. Thankfully, the police force was busy with greater matters and he made it to the driveway without getting ticketed for anything. Hitting the button on his visor, Jack watched as the garage door lifted, then pulled safely into the space next to Mindy’s car. Taking a deep breath and trying to control the urge to rush inside and ravage her, Jack headed to the front of the house, hitting the button to close the garage door on his way out. Jack paused on the doorstep, his hand resting on the handle. Come on, old boy, she isn’t mad anymore or she wouldn’t have sent the flowers and poem. Jack tried to assure himself this had to be true, but a small part of him still expected to be hit in the head with a flying object the second he opened the door. Unable to delay any longer without Mindy realizing his hesitation, Jack turned the knob and pushed the door inward. The house was quiet as the glow of dusk slowly darkened the windows, casting a warm light upon the interior of the foyer. Jack took a step inside, closing and locking the front door behind him. Moving forward, he stepped into the open frame of the arch separating the living room from the entryway. His eyes were still adjusting to the darker interior as he stopped in surprise.

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Mindy was standing in the center of the room, her long hair back-lit by the dancing flames of a fire in the grate behind her. Candles glowed from every corner of the room and a trail of petals led to where she stood. She was naked, standing there, hands on her hips, legs slightly spread, and a smile on her lips. “Welcome home.” Jack felt his voice stick in the back of his throat. “Thank you,” he managed to croak out. Mindy reached down to take a glass of wine from the coffee table and moved to hand it to him. “Sounds like you need a drink.” Again, Jack was only able to croak out a ‘thank you’ before reaching for the drink and downing it in one gulp. Mindy’s soft chuckle flowed over him as she moved to the stereo and placed a CD in the slot, turning the volume up so the soft sounds of a piano filled the room. “Dance with me?” Mindy asked. Jack hesitated. He was still dressed, she was naked. “Yes.” Smiling, Jack took her in his arms. The soft, warm feel of her naked skin against his fingertips sent a tingle of anticipation rushing down his spine. The sweet strains of a waltz blanketed them as Jack spun Mindy around the room. Her body moved with his… soft… slow… hips swaying in time to the music as his hands continued to explore the softness of her naked body. Jack lowered his lips to hers in a gentle kiss that deepened as the music engulfed them. Sweet sounds faded into the back of his mind. Molding her body to his, Jack tried to continue dancing, all the while wanting to pick her up and carry her to their bed. He didn’t. Somehow he knew she had a plan, and he didn’t want to break the magical cord holding them together. As the final note of the piano resonated around them, Mindy pulled free of Jack’s embrace. Her fingers moved to the front of his shirt, and she slowly began pulling the two sides apart, popping first one button, then the next. When the last button popped

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free, she slid the shirt off his shoulders, planting wet kisses on his chest as she let the material glide down his arms and fall to the floor. Another song started. The piano, joined by horns, violins, and other instruments all combined to fill the room with a sensual sound. Mindy didn’t speak. Her hands worked without hesitation to remove his shoes and socks, and take off his pants, then with a twinkle in her eyes, she pushed the waistband of his briefs down his legs. His cock was hard, ready to be free of the tight material holding it against his leg. Mindy stared down at his rod pointing straight out from his groin, ready for a warm sleeve to bury it in. Taking a step back, she took his fingers in hers and pulled him closer to the fireplace. Jack hadn’t noticed before that she’d brought a mirror down from the bedroom. He allowed himself to be positioned to one side of the mirror, facing the silver glass. The flames in the fireplace danced behind him. Jack waited to see what she had planned. Mindy stepped around him, positioning herself in front of the fire, her naked body framed perfectly in the mirror for his view. Jack started to turn around. “Don’t,” Mindy whispered. “Just watch.” Jack wasn’t sure he wanted to follow her instructions but, for now, decided to remain where she’d placed him. Seconds later he understood. Mindy traced her hands over her breasts… dropping her head back, she closed her eyes and stroked her fingers down her stomach and along the outside of her thighs. Jack wanted to touch her, to feel the softness of her flesh with his fingers, but he was mesmerized by the sight of her in the mirror. Her hands moved in slow, even strokes over her breasts, down her stomach, over her thighs and back up again. The hard nubs of her nipples grew firmer with each pass of her hands. Unable to resist the reflection of her movements in the mirror, Jack watched as she performed a sensual dance.

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The tingle of her skin drove Mindy on. Knowing Jack was watching while she played with her naked body made it all the more erotic. She knew he was fighting the desire to touch her, and she relished the knowledge he was unable to pull his eyes away from her reflection in the mirror. Mindy twisted her swollen nipple in the fingers of her left hand as she traced a line down her belly with her right hand, coming to rest on the soft flesh of her shaved mons. Splaying her fingers across her skin, she slowly inserted a finger inside her vagina. Pushing up, she dipped her digit into the wet, warm juice of her pussy and pressed her hips down against her palm. Watching for Jack’s reaction in the mirror, she saw the fires of lust burn bright. Her hand and hips moved in time with the rhythm of the music, her finger pushing deeply before pulling free to circle her clit, coating it with moisture. She could feel the heat building inside her. Little pearls of sweat dotted her brow and the skin on her arms. The muscles of her pussy grabbed at her finger as she pushed it back inside. Increasing the tempo, she continued to play with her breasts as the flames of orgasm rose to meet her thrusting finger. Jack’s eyes were glued to her image in the mirror, following the movement of her hands. His cock stood hard and firm, waiting its turn to feel the wetness of her pussy. Mindy felt her muscles contract, hard. The pulsing surge of desire erupted from deep inside to explode over her. She closed her eyes, retreating into the sensation of come encasing her finger in warmth. A long, shattered breath escaped her lungs, a scream just below the surface racing to release around her. She felt her body start to shake from the intense climax and, as she started to fall, Jack caught her in his strong arms. His kisses danced across her face, touching her mouth, her neck, and trailing along her shoulder. He lowered her onto a chaise lounge by the fire, kneeling in front of her. Without words, without waiting for her body to recover from her orgasm, he spread her legs and plunged his rock hard shaft deep.

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Mindy screamed as his cock slammed hard against the walls of her pussy. Jack’s lips covered her mouth, his tongue pushing past her teeth to dance along the inside of her cheeks. His hands pushed under her ass and he pulled her lower body forward until her hips rested on the very edge of the seat. Releasing her lips, he pushed her shoulders back until her head rested on the soft fabric of the chaise. With his cock still buried in her folds, Jack held her hips in his hands and began to pull his rod free. Before the head escaped the tug of her muscles, he slammed home again. Over and over, he drove his swollen cock deep inside, his hips slamming into her inner thighs. The sound of Jack’s low growls reached her ears. Each time his cock plunged, he grunted his satisfaction. His fingers dug into her flesh, pulling her hips forward to meet his savage thrusts. Mindy felt the flames of another orgasm licking along her body. Every muscle in her frame quivered as Jack continued… harder, and deeper, he plunged until waves of her juice ran free. The air around her cracked as a scream tore from her lips. Her head arched back, stretching the flesh of her neck. Jack drove in hard one last time as his mouth latched onto her nipple and suckled. Mindy’s scream ripped the air and another orgasm rocked her.

Jack didn’t wait for her to recover. Once again he moved his hips in an age old rhythm, driving his cock in and out of her. Pumping hard, fast, deep… demanding Mindy’s body react to his… demanding that her orgasm continue unimpeded. Her body racked with spasms as her breath came in shallow moans. Hot honey covered his cock in lather as her muscles contracted again and again. Mindy’s back arched off the chaise as the heat exploded over them, and still Jack pumped. Faster and faster… moving closer to release, the need overtaking his senses, the blood pounding in his cock as he plunged into her again and again… deeper and deeper… her hips lifting to meet him.

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A ragged cry burst from Jack’s lungs. “Come, baby.” Jack pumped come into her depths. The heat overpowered his senses, his body shuddered again and again, his cock released hot come into her pussy, and moans of delighted relief filled the room. Jack collapsed onto her chest. Mindy’s hand stroked his back before tangling in his hair and pulling his head up to hers. Jack shifted his weight to inch up her body, responding to the tug on his scalp until their lips met. With Mindy’s fingers still entwined in his hair, Jack kissed her hard. His tongue savagely demanding hers join his. The room was thick with the smell of sex, and Jack was driven to taste every inch of her mouth. Mindy’s tongue returned every thrust and parry of Jack’s. Sucking his tongue into her mouth, holding it hostage with a soft bite of her teeth, and then releasing it to dance along his jaw. They kissed deeply until both felt a need to breathe. Letting her lips slide down to his chin, Mindy gave him a quick peck and dropped her head back onto the cushioned surface. She felt Jack shift his weight off her frame. His body settled next to hers on the wide expanse of the chaise lounge. Snuggled against his chest, Mindy felt sated and ready to broach the subject of her promotion once again. “Jack.” “Yes.” “I’m…” Jack interrupted her. “Don’t. This was my fault.” Mindy was taken aback. Was he actually going to apologize to her? “I want you to accept the promotion. We’ll figure out a way to make it work.” Mindy pushed herself to a sitting position. “It’s not that easy, Jack. I’d have to move to New York.” “I know. And I’m sure we can think of a thousand reasons why this won’t work, and I only have one for why it will.” “What’s that?” “I love you.”

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Mindy felt her heart swell. “I love you too, Jack.”

“So, we agree. You will take the promotion and start looking for an apartment

in…” “No.” “No?” Jack looked at her with a flash of concern. “No to what part?” “No to all of it. No promotion. No apartment. No.” “I don’t understand.” “Jack, it was never about taking the promotion.” Jack shook his head, as if to clear out the cobwebs. “I don’t get it.” “I know.” Mindy smiled. “Well, you better fucking explain it.” “Such language,” Mindy scolded. Jack reached for her nipple and gave it a gentle twist. “Explain,” he commanded. “Silly man. All I ever wanted was for you to say it would be okay if I wanted the promotion. That you were proud of me for even being offered the opportunity.” “But you knew all those things.” “Did I?” Jack took Mindy’s hands in his and, with a slight tug, pulled her body back down on top of his. “Maybe I should show you again.” “Maybe.”

The End

Michelle Hoppe Michelle Hoppe first discovered a love of writing in a high school creative writing class and has been putting pen to paper ever since. Several years ago the family moved to a quiet little town nestled at the bottom of the Olympic rainforest in Washington. With beautiful beaches, stately mountains and an abundance of nature, Washington is an ideal location for Michelle to write her novels and poetry. Visit Michelle’s website at www.michellehoppe.com