Page 7 of Seven Minutes In Heaven
“Oh!” That was the only sound she allowed to escape her lips. Not that she wanted to hold back more. Far from it! Within her was a stockpile of vigorous sounds that threatened to tell Jake what a damn good lay he was.Imagine what he would be like in an actual bed!No, no, Claire couldn’t think about that. She needed to concentrate on the here and now. They were in a coat closet. A party raged outside the door. A war raged in her gut and in her heart. “Jake!” Okay, so she would allow another sound to come out.
Apparently, it was the magic cry, for not two seconds later, Jake joined her. His fingers seized into her most malleable flesh, bruising her skin while his lips tore apart the delicate places around her throat. The full girth of his cock swelled within Claire before Jake unleashed everything he had inside of him.
Claire was half dressed in an unheated closet, yet she had never felt so warm – both inside and out.
You tore open my tights for this.Claire dug her fingers into his shoulders, her inner walls urging him to give her every drop he had. The fact he had stopped his thrusts to make sure he also enjoyed this fleeting moment told her everything she needed to know – namely, that Jake lived to be with her too.
Her engagement party fling was more than likely one of the best she ever had. Feeling him pull out with that recognizable gasp of disbelief hurt almost more than her ass sliding down the wall because he was no longer there to support her.
Jake braced himself against the other wall, his breaths caught in his chest. Claire wrapped her arms around herself and pretended everything was fine.
Because they both felt it at the same time. That post-sexwhat the fuck have we done?
Embarrassing enough that they hooked up like this, and all because Claire couldn’t keep her legs closed. Her drive to strike a balance between her and Arthur’s activities sounded great when she was aroused and on the prowl for a hot guy. Now?I let a total stranger come inside of me. At my party. My engagement party.Her cheeks flushed red. The part of her that wanted to kiss Jake in thanks for the fun waged war with the part that chastised her for being a dumbfuck slut.
What had she done? What hadhedone?
Jake cleared his throat and shot Claire a look that insinuated there was nothing they could do about it now. He fixed himself up, zipper and all, while Claire continued to stand there with her breasts out and her tights torn open.What the fuck do I do about these tights?She would have to go to the bathroom, anyway. Maybe if she took off the tights or rearranged her outfit in such a way that nobody noticed the torn material…
“You’re really beautiful.”
Claire looked up and met Jake’s wonderfully soft gaze. “Huh?”
“I said you’re beautiful. Didn’t really have a chance to tell you before. Because… well, everything happened so fast, huh?”
He respectfully looked away while Claire took care of her wrinkled dress. When she shifted her hips to wiggle back into her dress straps, half of what Jake had offered her during his orgasm attempted to burst from her body.Oh. My. God. What the fuck do I do?“Thanks.” Claire blushed so hard that she worried she would pass out. Her body wanted so badly to relax in sexual afterglow, and she forbade it from enjoying such a simple pleasure like sex.I’m a monster to myself. We all know that already, huh?“You’re pretty hot too.”
“Aw, I’m not beautiful?”
Sarcasm? At a time like this? Better than awkward, stilted conversation, Claire supposed. “I thought guys preferred to be called sexy or handsome.”
“Maybe some guys wanna be beautiful, too.”
Claire hated how boyishly cute he looked. It was the kind of cute she should appreciate over a candlelit dinner, or while riding in the back of a luxury vehicle, en route to a sunny movie set while the paparazzi salivated to steal a picture of them.Just think, Mr. Jake. You and I could be one of the most envious couples in Hollywood.The young hotshot producer and the bombshell about to land the first of many big roles. The kind of power couple that made people marvel over their equal prestige and potential. Prestige for the legacy they would one day leave behind in Hollywood. Potential to be one of the oldest couples around. One day. When books were written and biographical movies optioned.
Claire’s heart fluttered at the thought. She wanted so badly to live that kind of life. What princess didn’t?
Didn’t every princess want Prince Charming to slay the dragon?
“Yeah,” she said, forcing a laugh. “You’re pretty gorgeous, Jake.”
“Oh, gorgeous. I’ll take that one.”
He so effortlessly bantered with her, even though he regretted this? Better than the alternative, Claire supposed. Better than having this man treat her like shit because he couldn’t stand what he did.You stole another man’s woman, didn’t you?That was the thought process running through Jake’s beautiful head.
“Well…” Jake put his hand on the door handle. “I really hope you don’t think me a total cad, but we should get out of here, Claire. I think you have a party to get back to, yeah?”
She nodded. “I need to go to the bathroom.”
Jake cleared his throat again. “Of course. I’ll see you around.” He hesitated before leaning in and pecking her on the cheek.
He acted as if he wanted to say something else to her.I wish you would.Claire had gone from lusty to guilty to crushing so quickly that she gave herself whiplash. It didn’t help that Jake was so damn good looking that it was like pining after him all over again when he slipped out of the closet and allowed Claire a few minutes to herself. Besides, it wouldn’t look good if they were seen together again. She needed to mingle into the crowd on her way to the bathroom.
When she finally had the fortitude, she strutted into her engagement party as if she had nothing to hide. In truth, she didn’t think she did.
