“Jesus, Jack,” I say as he strides towards me dressed in a suit. “If you’re trying to get my attention, you should know you have it. All of it. Every last drop of it.”
He hits me with a sexy grin, one that matches how sexy he looks in that dark suit. “How do you feel about Italian for dinner?”
I stand from behind my desk and walk around to meet him on the other side. Taking hold of his jacket, I say, “That might be the hottest thing you’ve said to me today.”
“Good because I’m taking you out for dinner to celebrate your meeting today.”
“What if my meeting wasn’t a success?” We haven’t spoken or texted all day.
His hands come to my hips. “I don’t believe that for a second.”
“Careful, you might make me fall in love with you a little bit more if you keep this up.”
He bends his mouth to my neck and leaves a kiss there as he moves into me. “That’s my highest goal right now, sweetheart,” he murmurs against my skin, bringing his hand to cup my cheek before taking possession of my lips.
I lose myself in this kiss.
I’m unable not to.
When Jack makes something his mission in life, he usually succeeds at it.
“How’s everything out there?” I ask after he finishes with my lips. I hate to bring the paparazzi into our private time, but I want to know how he is. And what he’s been dealing with today.
“The crowd has mostly dispersed. They got what they were after. If they continue on this way, you can run outside tomorrow morning.”
“Oh, can I, Mr Kingsley? You’ll allow that?” I’m half joking, half not. I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t challenge him telling me what I can do. At the same time, I know where he’s coming from, so I’ll listen to him on this.
“Poor choice of words,” he says with an apologetic look. Then, gripping my hips again, he spins me to face the desk and speaks against my ear. “That Mr Kingsley, though, is hot as fuck, and you know I can’t control myself when you say it.”
Placing my hands to the desk, I bend as he forces me down. “That’s my highest goal right now. But you should close the door first.”
“I’m gonna fuck you with it open,” he rasps. A second later, he sweeps my hair to the side, grips my neck, and kisses me there while pushing my dress up. He tears my panties from me and takes hold of my ass with one hand while unzipping his pants with his other.
“Those were my favourite panties,” I say even though him tearing them from me has me all bothered. In the same way leaving the door open has me all bothered.
He rubs his cock against my ass, growling, “I’ll buy you a fucking closet of them.” He then finds my clit, and after giving it some attention, pushes two fingers inside me. “Fuck me, you are so fucking wet.”
I surrender completely, bending right over onto my desk and riding his fingers. I’ve never had sex in my office, but I’m ready to do it again. There’s something hot as fuck about Jack taking me on my desk with the door open for anyone to walk through.
He’s into it too. That’s clear from the way a string of curse words falls from his mouth when I begin using his fingers like I am. It’s also clear from the way his fingers dig into my hips as he grinds that dick of his harder against me. And then, from the way he withdraws his fingers from my pussy, kicks my legs further apart, takes hold of my hips with both hands, and slams his dick inside me.
I grab the desk to brace myself and moan my approval of everything he’s doing.
Fuck, I love it when he fucks me like this.
Hard.
Rough.
Deep.
Like he can’t get enough of me.
“Yes, baby,” I cry out, so damn close to my orgasm.
He growls, chasing that orgasm, his hips working faster as his rhythm switches up, and then we’re both coming.
“Holy fuck,” I say after we’re done as I straighten and face him. That was some good sex.
“Yeah,” he agrees, kissing me roughly. “And just for the record, I fucking love it when you call me baby.”
I pull my dress down and fix my hair, watching him zip himself up. “I’ll keep that in mind for the next time you do something useful with that dick.”
He leans in for another rough kiss, a smile teasing his lips as he kisses me. “You do that, sweetheart.” He finishes getting his clothes sorted. “Now, we need to get you home and dressed for dinner.”
“I like that you know me well enough to know I need to change before dinner.”
“I do.” He looks down at me, reaching for me, slowing himself down as he says, “I missed you today.”
Who knew four words could make me turn all gooey?
Jesus.
“We need to find you a hobby,” I throw out.
Jack grins.
I grab my belongings, ignoring that grin.
But I allow him to take hold of my hand and take charge of getting me to the car.
I do, however, make it very clear he needs to make good on his promise of buying me an entire closet of my favourite panties.
I’m going to need all those panties if I’m going to let Jack take charge of me in this way.
Jack takes me to dinner. He booked the entire restaurant out for us, and it has to be said that I am more than okay with this.
The Italian restaurant he chose is one I’ve never been to. It’s now one I want to eat at often. Their pasta is to die for. Between all the bread and pasta I’m consuming, it’s a good thing Jack likes the idea of having extra to hold onto when he fucks me.
We spend three hours eating, talking, laughing, and making plans for things we want to do together. Jack’s decided to get back into kitesurfing and is talking about us taking a holiday in Hawaii because he’s heard of a great place on Maui for kitesurfing. I tell him I’d love us to visit Iceland. Seeing the Northern Lights is high on my bucket list, as is hiking the glaciers in Iceland. I love watching his face when I mention hiking the glaciers. He tells me he’d like to do that with me, but I don’t miss the brief moment where he appears unsure. The fact he says yes, combined with the fact I fully believe he’ll get himself in shape to do it means the world to me.
After dinner, he takes me home and fucks me like he did last night. Like he’s figuring me, himself, and us out through sex.
I feel thoroughly loved when he takes his time like this. And when he’s finished, and he pulls me into his arms to tell me how much he loves me, I decide, like I did last night, that if he did this every night, it would be my front runner of every day.
32
Jessica
The paparazzi are back with a passion on Thursday morning after new stories about Jack and me broke overnight in the States. Jack wakes to an email from Rose that she sent just after 1:00 a.m. when the stories started popping up. They’re mostly about Jack’s bad behaviour throughout his career. Photos showing him drinking and fighting surface, along with a video showing him snorting coke. These are images that have never been published before, and they all hurt his reputation and increase the chance of him losing the role in his next movie.
He takes a call from Rose early in the morning, in which she advises him not to answer any calls, texts, or emails and not to make any comments to anyone. She wants him to let her handle this.