Page 76 of When Glitter Meets Gold

She gets that determined look in her eyes. She reaches below the waistband, looks him dead in the eye as she grabs his hard cock. Her smug look lasts for less than two seconds, which is no doubt all the time it takes to realize she’s holding one of the most generously sized dicks on the planet. Her eyes widen and she squeals. She lets go, slaps both hands to her mouth.

“Jack!”

On the outside, he’s shrugging humbly. On the inside, he’s setting both hands behind his head, leaning back and delivering an almighty grin of victory.

“Maybe Iwillhave to think about that.” She grins, biting her bottom lip before she leans in to brush her lips over his.

“Good, think about my dick all you want.” J wraps anarm around her waist, pulling her into him. “Plus, you touch it again tonight, I’m a goner,” he answers honestly as he thinks about how close he was to coming all over Sara’s hand just because she’d touched him for the first time.

“But you’ve got me worked up now,” she says, dragging his bottom lip between her teeth. “You need to fix that…if tonight’s really about me.” J feels her eyelashes flutter against his cheek. “You said I had to ask if I wanted something. Well…”

His pulse soars because he wasn’t kidding, being told she wanted him to make her come drove him wild.

“You asking me to play with your pussy again?” J asks as he maneuvers his huge body onto his side, pulling Sara down with him.

She nods as she wraps a leg around his thigh.

“How?”

“With these.” She takes his hand, the one he had the honey on. Then she draws his middle and ring finger to her mouth and licks them, again. “Dessert hands.”

And all in the space of an evening, it seemed like Sara had found her voice again. Learned how to ask for things that would make her feel good. Learned that he wasn’t fucking around when he said tonight was about her.

J flips her over and pulls her back against his chest. He slides the arm he’s leaning on under her side, his hands immediately finding her breasts, his fingers circling then pinching at her nipple. “You know what I think?” He uses his other hand to part her thighs by hooking one of her legs around the lower half of his leg. “I think you have the filthiest mind. And I’m very into that.”

Then he plunges his hand beneath her borrowed boxer briefs to find her folds already soaked in arousal. He massages her and strokes her, and then slips his fingersinside her. He rubs her clit, uses light and hard pressure to tease her. Slow, excruciating circles. Fast, firm circles she seems to prefer, the ones that demanded her vocal cords to test the sound proofing of his building. He waits for her body to respond to each way he touches her. Waits for her hips to buck and squirm against his hand. He learns what she likes, learns what each of those noises that drive him wild, means. He doesn’t neglect a single part of her.

He said tonight was about her, but the way she clutches him like he’s her safety when she climaxes even harder than the last time, he knows that every other night after this one, is going to be hers for the keeping too. He’ll worship her for as long as she’ll allow it. Dates or no dates. He’d take whatever she gave.

The feeling that had been growing inside of him since they met was surfacing yet again, getting stronger every minute he spent with her. So much, that he was starting to figure out what it was.

Her breaths have barely steadied when she turns back to face him, burying her head in his neck and peppering him with soft kisses. He plants his lips against her forehead as he surrenders to the fact that he’s in deeper than he knows how to deal with what comes next in the beautiful chaos that is their entanglement.

31

SARA

From the moment I learned about Jack’s shiny, new life in New York, and his newJ Vandenbergguise, I wasn’t sure what to make of it. I didn’t know if he was like so many others I meet, trying to be someone they’re not, just to be desired and admired. Then I wondered if he was so deeply bathed in self-loathing, that he didn’t think he was good enough to run a successful empire and gain the respect of others,unlesshe wasJ Vandenberg.

But as I sat next to him on his sofa and listened to his plans for Midas and the foundation he’d set up to honor his late mother, I’d never been more sure of a person’s character so much in my life. I watched a man I once thought had no conscience or compassion, get vulnerable in front of me, and show me a side I’m pretty sure very few people have ever witnessed. Which meant I had to be careful with how I reacted to seeing him so exposed.

I noticed the way his throat worked when I told him he wasn’t anything like his father. I saw he had wounds just like I did, things he buried and never quite got over. The fact he was so willing to share them with me counted for a lot. It’sthe whole reason I dropped his hand so quickly and pretended to be more interested in my sushi than further unpacking everything he’d told me.

If I’d let him continue, he might have ended up regretted sharing anything with me in the first place. And I didn’t want that, because having him confide in me felt more intimate than anything we’d done that night, and honestly, I loved that.

I made sure I acted like it was okay to talk about his past and his new foundation and his mom, and then I’d quickly moved things along. We could get into the heavier stuff another time. When he was ready again, we’d get there. And there, on his sofa, with a mouth full of sushi, was where I realized that ‘getting there’ was something I wanted to do with him. That’s the real reason behind theno more gamespromise I plan on keeping to him.

Now I’m back at my apartment, where I spent the night, because as much as I wanted to stay at Jack’s and let him generously send me over the edge again and again, I had to be up early for work, and I also wasn’t prepared to sleep in my makeup and ruin my skincare routine for a second time this month.

So here I am, back in my apartment, fresh faced, wonderfully over caffeinated, and cursing the absolute shit out of the orgasm high from last night.

Why?

Because it’s the reason I left without getting the damn paperwork. And now I’m running late.

S: I can’t believe you let me leave without the contracts!!!

S: Morning xx

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