Tit for tat baby, p.1
Tit for Tat Baby, page 1
Tit For Tat, Baby
Sabel Simmons
Copyright © 2014 Sabel Simmons
All rights reserved.
ISBN-13: 978-1500801656
ISBN-10: 1500801658
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty One
Chapter One
She stretched out sensually on the bed and gently stroked the sides of her breasts with the flat part of her palms. She pulled on her aureoles with the tip or her fingers, tweaking them. She moaned and pulled at her nipples then twisted then and she felt them stiffening, sending a slow churl of heat down her belly to her core.
She slipped one hand over her belly to explore the soft flesh of her outer lips, separating and sliding a finger up and down the opening. The slippery heat of her body soaked her finger. She pressed deeper and rolled her hips, sliding two of her fingers up and down just inside her. She stroked higher to the parting of her lips and drew small circles around her clit. She dipped her finger back inside her and stroked the wetness over her clit. She rubbed her fingers up and down and then in small circular movements. Slowly at first, then faster and harder. She rolled and squeezed her nipple, feeling the heat rising in her body. She pressed her finger inside her channel, pumping in and out. She rubbed her clit and kept alternating like that, driving her body to the peak. Her movements quickened, she lifted her hips against her hand and panted. She groaned loudly when she hit the orgasm and her inner muscles contracted. She panted as her inner muscles took control of her body for long moments. She arched her back and enjoyed the hot rush through her body.
Jenna relaxed all her muscles and slowly turned on her side. Feeling totally relaxed after the climax. Not extremely satisfying, but what was a woman to do if you are twenty nine years old with no man in your life. A woman has needs too, right? Yet she was finding masturbating more and more frustrating. She needed a man!
“A real man! A stud of a man! One that would make me scream when I climax! Oh Lord … I am pathetic!”
Jenna chuckled then groaned and pushed her head deeper into the pillow. Deciding there and then to find herself a man as soon as this assignment was over. She’ll just have to stop being so picky and working herself to death. It was time to take care of her own needs for a change!
With the decision set in her mind, she slumped deeper in the bed and fell asleep within minutes.
“I could stand and look at that view the whole day! That is the most amazing mosaic window I have ever seen! Did you do it?”
He stiffened when the husky, sensual voice filled the silence in the triple volume entrance hall of the McGregor Belfast castle. His response was short and abrupt.
“This castle was built in the 1800’s, what do you think?”
“Oh, yes of course. Stupid of me!”
She could not pull her eyes from the sight in front of her. He stood nearly at the top of a large ladder, wearing only short cargo pants that hung low on his hips with Cat boots on his feet. His upper body was naked, gloriously naked. His calves were strong, muscled and perfectly formed, with dark coarse hair covering it. Her eyes stole upwards over his tight ass to slowly caress the muscled contours of his wide, perfect back that were born from shoulders so wide, she salivated. His arms were well toned and muscled. The hands that held the hammer and the piece of wood were large and manly. A sheen of sweat covered his skin. She shivered, imagining those hands on her body.
Lord, the man was temptation and lust personified! He had dark hair that were slightly long in his neck. His hand dropped to the tool belt around his hips and he withdrew a nail. He totally ignored her. He did not even turn around to look at her.
“You know the meaning of trespassing, lady?”
“I’m not trespassing. I am here on an assignment.”
“Did not hear you knock.”
“The door was open.”
“Still did not hear you knock.”
“Okay, jeez! For a carpenter you really are stuffy! Do you know where I can find …?”
“Knock on the door and the butler will direct you.”
“You know common courtesy demands that you at least look at me when you talk to me.”
He hammered another nail in the frame and rubbed over it with his fingers. Jenna shivered, imagining those fingers on her nipples.
Stop it Jenna!
“I guess I am not common then.”
She nearly swallowed her tongue at his rude response.
“Well! Thank you so much for your kind assistance!”
He did not bother to reply and listened to the click of her heels retreating down the stairs and back to the front door. She turned around and stood outside glaring up at the man hammering another nail into the framework he was working on.
She lifted her hand and slammed her fist three times against the heavy door. The thump, thump, thump echoing through the large entrance hall. She winced at the pain shooting up her arm from hitting the heavy door so hard. She could swear she heard him snicker.
A middle aged, red haired man, dressed formally in a pair of black pants and a black and white striped shirt, appeared from one of the hallways. He smiled briefly and stopped in front of her.
“Morning te ye missy. What ca’ I do ye fo?”
Jenna smiled delightedly at his accent. He swallowed the last letters of most of his words and rolled the r’s. She held out her hand to him and he grasped it briefly.
“Morning, kind sir. I am Jenna Burkes. I have been sent here to assist with the restoration of some artwork. I am to meet Mrs. Megan McGill here?”
“Right ye are. Follow me.”
He turned and walked quickly towards a hallway on the right side of the entrance and she followed him eagerly. Pointedly ignoring the hammering carpenter. She hoped he missed the nail and hit his thumb!
The butler had to wait for her twice when she became entranced with some of the historical paintings on the walls. There were paintings depicting wars, tea parties and judicial proceedings. Beautiful and breathtaking nature and different types of landscapes.
Ronan Macduff smiled when he had to go back a third time to look for her. He found her this time gawking at a massive mural in the one formal ballroom. Which they walked past, but the painting caught her eye. It depicted a ballroom such as this with people dancing, talking and being merry. It was done in the medieval period with the outfits that suited that era. It was badly faded and she could not wait to get her hands on it. If she could get the Director to allow her to do the work, not just the time study!
“Missy, ye will ha’e lo’s o’ time te explo’e.”
“Oh, of course! I am so sorry! Lead on Macduff!”
“How de ye know me name, missy?”
“Oh goodness! Is your name Macduff? This is awkward! It is a saying that people use from Shakespeare’s play Macbeth. It is actually a misquote. In the play Shakespeare wrote Lay on Macduff. It only means, you lead and I’ll follow.”
“I should read up on this Shakespea’e. He should no’ be usin’ the Macduff name like tha’!”
“Ehm … he wrote this in the 1600’s already. You should be honored. He is still revered as one of the most famous writers of all times.”
“If ye say so, Missy. He’e we go.”
He ushered her into a large sunny room with beautiful deep couches. Low tables, scattered Persian rugs and a grand piano in the one corner.
A dark haired woman rose from one of the couches where she was sitting making notes in a folder. She placed the folder on the couch and approached Jenna with a smile. She was strikingly beautiful. She had long dark brown hair with a smooth alabaster complexion and the greenest eyes imaginable. She was tall and built like a dancer.
“You must be Jenna Burkes?”
“Yes and you Megan McGill.”
“Welcome Jenna. I am delighted that the Smithsonian Institute was willing to assist us with the restoration of the artwork. They are quite priceless and we did not want to take any chances by appointing just anyone. The Director at the institute assured me you were the best there is.”
“We are always delighted to assist with the preservation of something this authentic. I literally gawked at all the paintings walking here.”
“Please, do sit down. Could I offer you something to drink? If not coffee or tea, a soda or some water?”
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> “Oh, I would love a soda please! I have been craving one for days. I’ve banned myself from having any for months now.”
Megan nodded towards Ronan and he disappeared to go and fetch the order. Jenna noticed Megan looking at her with some concern.
“I know the Director said you are the best, but you look very young to be experienced enough for such a big assignment.”
“I get that quite a lot. Good genes, I imagine! I am twenty nine, actually thirty, within three months. I have a Master degree in historical art restorations and have been with the Institute for five years. I headed up the restoration of the Washington Arts museum pieces two years ago.”
“I remember reading about that. There was a lot of praise at the time for the team. Well, I guess that sets my mind at ease.”
Ronan arrived with a tray with some sodas, glasses and a crystal ice bucket filled with ice. They served themselves and Jenna groaned at the sweet bubbly taste on her tongue.
“Some details about McGregor Castle. It belongs to my brother, Callum McGregor. He bought it ten years ago from the Belfast City Council and has been modernizing it over time. It was formally known as the Belfast Castle. There was no public opposition in changing the name as history depicted that the McGregor Clan had a hand in the ownership of the original Castle in the 1200’s. It is set on the slopes of Cave Hill Country Park, at 400 feet above sea level. As you can see we have unobstructed views of the city of Belfast and Belfast Lough.”
Jenna looked through the windows just to appreciate the view she already had when she got out of the rental car.
“The original castle built in 1611 burned down almost 100 years later, leaving only street names, to mark its location in Belfast. In 1862, the third Marquis of McGregor, a descendant of the Chichester family, decided to build a new castle here in the deer park, on the side of Cave Hill. The family presented the castle and the surrounding estate to the City of Belfast in 1934. Between 1945 and the 1970s Belfast Castle was a popular venue for wedding receptions, dances and afternoon teas. In 1978 the castle closed as part of a £2 million refurbishment program. It reopened in 1988 and was a popular venue for weddings, conferences and other events, until Callum bought it from them in 2004.”
She smiled at the expression on Jenna’s face.
“It is in the final modernizing stages at this point with only touchups here and there and the art to be done. I have been assisting with the finer things. He does not have the patience finding suppliers, so I have made appointments, made some selections and he then made the final decisions on tiles, fabric, mirrors, decorations, etc. He added the swimming pool, Jacuzzi and Spa in the West wing. He likes his privacy and do not like a lot of people underfoot.”
“Is that why you only wanted us to start in two months’ time?”
Jenna saw a grumpy older man in her mind’s eye and hoped he would not be around too much.
“Yes, he is planning an extended business trip to Australia. He is opening a Branch there.”
“How long would he be gone?”
“Probably a month to six weeks.”
“Ahum … based on the specifications and the mural in the ballroom alone, I can safely say this is a long term project. I can identify the major ones that will need a lot of preparation and start with them. We could bring in additional people during the time your brother is not here to assist with the re-painting.”
“I was afraid of that. How long?”
“Until I have actually seen everything I cannot really commit, but most definitely eight to twelve months at the very least.”
“Oh goodness! Callum will have a cadenza!”
“We could always just work on the murals here and ship the paintings to the Institute and finish them there. It is up to you.”
“Hmm … I’ll have to chat to him on that. I don’t think he will allow the removal of any of them. Did you bring your luggage with? You do know the arrangement included you living here during the assignment?”
“Do you think that is wise with your brother’s desire for privacy?”
“Don’t worry, I placed you in a different wing than him. You might never bump into one another. He is quite busy during the week.”
Oh, that is a relief. I don’t want to be underfoot. Of course, I might not be the one to do the actual work. I am only here to do the time study, but I would love to work on the murals.”
“Come. He is somewhere in the castle. Let’s get the introductions behind us, shall we?”
They walked back down the corridor and Jenna followed her up the stairs. She noticed the carpenter was still there, busy sanding down the frame. The muscles in his arms bulged with every swipe of his hands over the frame. She salivated again.
“Callum, I’d like to introduce you to Jenna Burkes.”
Jenna nearly swallowed her tongue when Megan stopped next to the ‘carpenter.’
“Oh Lord … he is not the carpenter then?”
“No, why … oh you thought he was the … hahaha … no, this is Callum, my twin brother.”
Jenna was mortified and wished the floor would open and swallow her whole.
“Callum, Jenna is from the Smithsonian Institute to do the art restoration.”
“I thought the understanding was there won’t be people underfoot, Megs. She can come back once I am gone.”
“Callum, don’t be such a bore. She is here now and it is a much bigger project than either of us realized, so the quicker she can begin, the better.”
He kept sanding the frame and Jenna could not take her eyes off the rippling muscles on his back with every movement of his arms. He sighed, put the sander on the ladder stand and started climbing down. Jenna’s breath was lost somewhere between her lungs and throat when he turned around and his green eyes slammed into her champagne-brown ones. She had to look up and felt small next to his tall, massive frame.
They just stared at each other for moments. Jenna felt a tiny flutter in her heart. This man was way beyond temptation … he was sinful. Sinfully gorgeous, sinfully sexy and oh lord … just looking at him, flooded her panties with liquid heat and she nearly moaned aloud.
Callum felt as if a block of cement just slapped against his chest when he turned around and found the most exquisite, tempting and desirable woman standing next to his sister. He should not be surprised, her body suited her sultry, husky voice. Megan expected him to live with this young girl under his roof for a month or two? She must be out of her mind. He lowered his eyes and pulled the work gloves from his hands. He looked at Megan and noticed her sharpened gaze on him. Damn, she was too receptive to his emotions. He nodded in Jenna’s direction.
“Ms. Burkes. I suggest you place her on the third floor in the south wing, Megan.”
“Why on the third floor? I was thinking of the south wing on the second floor.”
His eyes swung to his sister and Jenna knew he has had the last say. Third floor it was for her, then. At least she’ll get some good exercise running up and down every day.
She ran her eyes over his face, hardly hearing their further conversation. He was very tall, probably six feet three or four, with dark brown hair, worn in a negligent carefree way combed back. His hooded shaped, pasture green eyes were evenly spaced and enhanced by long thick black eyelashes, sitting below trim eyebrows that seemed to curve as a natural extension of his aquiline nose. He kept his wide mouth closed in a thin, straight line, but his lower lip were slightly fuller and very, very inviting. He carried his large tall frame with confidence and stood tall and straight. His tanned skin glittered in the sunrays shining through the mosaic window.
Suddenly his gaze swung to her, catching her staring at him and his one eyebrow shot to his strong hairline. She cleared her throat and asked the first thing that came to her mind.
“Where do I set up the workshop?”
“You need a whole workshop?”
“Well, at least a room. Restoring a painting involves cleaning and scrapping before you start the actual restore painting. I believe all the tools and equipment will be delivered tomorrow morning.”
He glared at his sister as if it was her fault and she sighed heavily.
“Callum, you agreed the artwork needed to be restored. If you’re going to be so stubborn about this whole process, you need to tell me now if we should just leave it.”
