Page 32 of Don't Lie to Me

“Jack, please.” I begged and I know I sounded whiny, grinding myself against his fingers needing him to finish what he had started. He didn’t move and he didn’t speak. He did nothing at all as I shamelessly bucked against his fingers, but it wasn’t enough. I could see the finish line, my orgasm looming in the distance, growing closer and bubbling more powerfully with every thrust of my hips but still he didn’t move his fingers or make any movement to help me.

“I have company downstairs.” He smiled wickedly and slowly began to withdraw his fingers. I squeezed them back into me, fighting it.

“Please, Jack. So close…” I was begging and pleading. My face hot with want and my nerves on fire. “…please, finish.”

He chuckled once and shook his head. I moved against his fingers again, me watching him, him watching the apex of my thighs and his fingers sliding in and out of me.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I took one of my hands off the door and began rubbing my clit. I bucked against his fingers harder right as the tip of my middle finger hit my sweet spot. Jack growled almost instantly.

“It’s mine.”

I glared at him. “Then finish it.” My breath was barely audible, my tongue dry and my throat swollen as I panted for him. Desperately.

His lips twitched into a small smile and his thumb flicked my clit. I moaned, loudly. So close, but so far away. And then my back arched against the wall, as his wet tongue finally….finally began licking me. He sucked and flicked me, while his fingers moved inside me. It was amazing. My entire stomach tightened and my hips moved, and bucked and shifted against his hand and his mouth until I couldn’t take it anymore.

I moaned loudly, not caring about the caterers or businessmen downstairs. I didn’t care if the entire city of Chicago heard me. Jack pulled his fingers out right as my orgasm hit and grasped both of my thighs, holding me tightly against his mouth as he licked and sucked every drop out of me.

My head dropped against the back of the door and my entire body shook with pleasure.

“Thank you,” I sighed.

“For?” He smiled, amused. God, had I really just thanked him for that?

I blushed and then kissed him once he was standing in front of me. “Taking care of me, of course.”

His expression grew serious. A slight tightening of the eyes his only tell. “Always.”

He nodded once and then reached for his dress shirt. By the time I had my skirt fastened and my sandals back on, Jack was fully dressed and looking more sexy than ever.

How is that possible? When he had his way with me, I looked completely wrecked with swollen lips, flushed skin and matted hair. Jack looked as beautiful as ever.

“I’ll go downstairs and let everyone in,” I said after I glanced at the clock and saw that it was six o’clock. Time for his dinner party to begin and after I escorted all of his attendees in, I was leaving for a night out with Macy. Although all I wanted to do now was stay in Jack’s room and wait for his dinner to be over so he could make good on his promises.

Jack smiled as if he knew what I was thinking. The blush on my cheeks and the lust in my eyes probably gave me away completely.

“Do you have plans for tonight?” he asked me, as he reached for my hand and led me down the hallway.

“Logan’s with Penny tonight since I was working late. Macy, Tate and I are going out to see a band we loved in college down in Lincoln Park.” It was a gorgeous night out and I loved watching live music. This band, The Nadas, was having a street party. Cheep beer, street dancing, and hotdogs. It sounded like the perfect night when Macy and I made the plans, but now I was so sexually charged I didn’t know if I’d be able to enjoy myself.

Jack must have had the same thought because he groaned in frustration and pulled me towards his chest. “I don’t want to let you go. I feel like handcuffing you to my bed and not letting you leave until I have my way with you.”

My eyes widened in shock and arousal. Please do. Or not.

It creeped me out just thinking about being restrained on his bed….and yet, not. My head spun in a spiral vortex thinking about it. I shook my head to clear my mind. Jack must have thought I was saying no.

Jack chuckled softly. “Maybe another night, then.”

I said nothing because I didn’t trust myself to speak.

“Go enjoy your night with Macy. We’ll just pick up where we left off later. I’ll come see you when I’m done here.”

I nodded and smiled at the head caterer as we reached the bottom of the stairs. He gave us a knowing smile, as if he knew exactly what Jack was doing with his personal assistant upstairs in his bedroom while they were down there working. I felt my body blush in embarrassment, but Jack simply squeezed my hand in a comforting gesture. In a split second, he squared his shoulders and turned on his professional mask with the grace of a gazelle. God he was sexy.

“Mr. McMillan, a few of your guests arrived while you were busy so I ushered them into your living room and prepared them a drink.”

Jack nodded his head in approval. I was thankful the caterer had the wherewithal not to disturb us. “Thank you, Jacob.”

Jacob simply nodded his head and returned to the kitchen.

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