Page 106 of When Glitter Meets Gold

“You’re okay about everything?” Jack asks, not entirely convinced.

I sigh. “Not yet, but the more I think about it, the more I think that maybe I was never meant to get that job…” I hesitate. “Maybe I should be looking into something a little more creative…something in design.”

He tugs me in close. “Now that’s a conversation you won’t distract me from having.”

I shift my hips, as I nudge him onto his back. Then I’m sliding both knees either side of his thighs as I circle my hips over his increasingly hardening cock. “Is that a challenge?” I lean back, tilt my hips, dropping my hand to my pussy.

He’s charged up and inside me before there’s any room to argue.

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SARA

The music dips for a few moments, and in the space between tracks, I hear the distant song of violins coming from the estate. My hazy, post sex eyes blink open when I remember we’re supposed to be in the middle of a ball.

I worm out of Jack’s grip, sliding from the bed to retrieve my dress from the floor.

“Oh dear,” I groan, tugging the dress over my chest.

“Nothing I love hearing more after sex.” Jack grins from his stretched out, sleepy position on top of the sheets.

“Not the sex.” I smirk whilst twisting and aligning the dress to my body. “That was…incredible. It’s just, I can’t believe we did it on a stranger’s bed. Twice. What a terrible violation.”

He breathes out a small laugh. “I’m sure plenty of other beds will be violated tonight.”

“Not funny.” I smile, zipping up my dress before dropping onto the bed to slide my feet into my shoes. “Unless this ball is one big ruse for an orgy.”

“Nah.” He shrugs. “But the location definitely has the potential.”

My eyes flare. “Please tell me you’re not a swinger. I dated someone in college who was into that and even though I respect an individual’s choices, it’s just not my?—”

“I’m not a swinger, Sara,” he confirms. “I don’t like to share.”

I gaze down at my shoe, hiding the subtle grin which tugs at my mouth before returning to my original point. “But what if the owner finds out we snuck in here? I’d be so fired.”

“Owner wouldn’t care.”

“How do you know?”

“Because I’m the owner.”

I freeze, then twist my neck to look at him. He’s propped up against the pillows, both hands clasped behind his neck, still entirely and gorgeously naked.

“This is yours? I thought you said you only discovered this place last year?” I say, continuing to squirm into my shoe.

“It’s a big estate, I still haven’t seen all the rooms.” He considers the revelation thoughtfully. “You could stay the night. We could visit them all?”

I leap from the bed. “Wait, the entire property is yours?Hemmingvaleis yours?” My hands fly to my temples because I’ve barely gotten over the fact he has a chopper. Now he’s talking about ownership of this sprawling estate, casually mentioning it as though it were a small add on. Like when you include a four-dollar item to your cart so you qualify for free delivery.

“You don’t like it?” he asks.

“No.” I shake my head. “I mean, what’s not to like? Isuppose every time I think I know you, you surprise me by?—”

“By pulling an eighteenth-century monstrosity out of my ass?”

I smile weakly. “Yes. Only it’s not monstrous. It’s incredible.”

His stomach contracts, muscles flexing as he moves off the bed. “I know it’s a lot. But this isn’t a home or a place to spend every other weekend. It’s a venue. The last owner couldn’t keep up with the maintenance of the place. He almost sold it to someone who wanted to turn it into a hotel.”

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