Page 81 of When Glitter Meets Gold

I need the set you buy just to have, the one that’s so outrageously slutty, you never actually wear because your pussy lips might escape any second, and the tiny strings ofmaterial cut into your tits like barbed wire. Yes, I neededthatset. Three orgasms without returning the favor. What the hell was I thinking?

“Hellllloo!? I said, what do you mean he’s not coming up?” Amber yells.

“I mean I changed my mind,” I say as I slip into the lacey red set, noting how the transparent, strappy bra leaves zero to the imagination and how the panties aren’t really panties because they are one hundred percent crotchless. Then, I pull Jack’s sweater from the trails over the top because I decide it’s the perfect cover up, and I want to see his face when he sees me wearing it.

I slip on a pair of silver ankle strap heels with a little platform, and when I turn around, Amber is leaning against my open bedroom door.

“You’re being careful, aren’t you?”

I roll my eyes. “You know I’m on birth control.” I try to move past her, but she steps in my way.

“No, I mean you’re being careful not to replace your addiction with staying at home and being sad, with your addiction to this new guy, right?” She raises an eyebrow.

I sigh. “That’s not what I’m doing. I’m staying close to things that make me feel good.” I step around her. “Trust me, I’m taking it slow. What happened to bang his brains out?”

She shrugs, striding to retrieve the rest of the wine. “Nothing, you have my blessing.” She holds up her glass, making a cheers gesture. “And, what do you mean you changed your mind?”

I smooth down my hair as I head for the main door.

“I mean, he’s not coming up. But I’m going down there.”

33

JACK ‘J’

On the way to Sara’s apartment, Burke got an invite to hang with a buddy. Since J didn’t give a single shit how he got to Sara’s so long as he got there, he left Burke at West Village before getting into the driver’s seat of the Maybach and taking himself there instead.

Now he’s parked in a quiet side street outside Sara’s apartment where he absently watches a streetlamp dim to a golden glow while he huffs into his phone.

Apparently, his secretary had received a letter which threatened to leak classified Vandenberg Group information if he didn’t pay up. He listens to her panicked voice, even though he isn’t fazed in the slightest by the incident. It was the same old shit. People exploiting him, looking for a payday, thinking they were entitled to his money because he could afford it. It happened so often he realized it didn’t even piss him off anymore. It just fucking bored him to death.

“I’ll deal with it in the morning,” J says when his secretaryis done freaking out. “Send it to my legal team and then…”

He trails off because he’s just spotted something in his left side mirror. A figure striding toward his car. It’s dark, but he can see she’s wearing a familiar, baggy sweater that comes to her thighs, her long, golden legs spilling from the garment with every step. He swallows slowly, his pulse quickening as his eyes travel down her body. Her ankles disappear into a pair of provocative as hell looking heels, while her long, waved hair blows behind her as she strides right up to his window.

Sara.Wearinghissweater.

Ohh, fuck.

“I’ll call you back,” J says quickly before hanging up and getting out the car, right as she reaches him.

“I was just on my way…” he says absently, unable to stop staring at how hot she looks in his sweater, how good her thighs look, how good her thighs aregoingto look when he eventually wraps them around his waist and fucks her senseless. He breathes to steady himself. Not yet. He had to be patient with her. She wasn’t ready to give herself to him yet, that’s what he told himself at least. Patience. Patience would see that he was eventually rewarded.

But,fuck, she was making it hard, and now she’s stepping between his legs, holding his face in her delicate hands and pressing her lips against his, and…ouch!Did she just bite him?

His dick begins to twitch in his pants and his hands come around her waist to pull her in closer, andouch!She bit him again while sinking her nails into his ass, fuck yes.

“This how we say hi now?” He smirks down at her when she lets him come up for air. “I’m into it.”

He attempts to take her hand, but she kisses him harder,and now he can taste the fruity notes of wine on her tongue.Hmmmaybe he’d need to examine this situation a little closer.

“That was only a few seconds, Jack, and you’re already rock hard.” She glances down between their bodies as her lips move to his neck.

“What else is going to happen when you greet me like this?” He chuckles, wincing as her teeth graze the flesh below his ear.

Well, shit. Everything about the way she touches him feels like wiping a slate clean. Anything he was thinking about before, simply melted away. His problems untangled, like light shining over shadows. He could bury himself in her scent and aura for the rest of his life.

He clears his throat. “Shall we go inside?”

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