Page 68 of Love Beyond the Illusion
Chapter Twenty-Four
Piper
JackandIhavespent the last three days holed up in our villa, exploring each other’s bodies and watching movies, only leaving to run out and grab takeout. When we’re not chasing our orgasms, we laugh and talk about the most random things. I’m still uncertain how to ask him about the blindfold and handcuffs, but oddly, I’ve come to enjoy them. My stomach flips whenever I see him remove them from the bottom drawer.
Jack and I have quickly become something exciting and hard to explain. We’ve spent every waking hour with each other, forcing us to get to know one another on a deeper level. If we didn’t have to attend the Harvest Dinner tonight, we’d continue to exist only in the confines of the six-foot-long king-size bed, living in our self-made bubble.
Standing in front of the full-length mirror in the bedroom, I’m preparing for the evening ahead. I run my palms along my hips, feeling how this dress hugs my curves. My body tingles from how Jack has awakened my senses. The world is brighter, newer, and more alive. I chose a deep blue off-the-shoulder dress that landed right above my ankles.
When I saw it for the first time, I knew it was the right one for tonight. The color reminds me of the vibrant shade of bottomless blue Jack’s eyes turn when his body pains for mine. I can tell when he’s full of desire based on how his eyes flare like they’re strong enough to hit the bottom of my soul.
I flip my long hair behind my back to add the last finishing touches to my makeup. My heart skips a beat when I think about the new direction that our relationship has taken. I can’t tell what to make of it—instead, I’ve decided to live in the present.
I glance back at myself in the mirror and immediately notice my cheeks redden with the flashbacks of the past week. My legs shake slightly, remembering waking up with him between them last night.
Already pantyless, Jack had an easy time slipping under the covers. By the time I woke up, my orgasm was already breaching. With every slow lick, a bolt of electricity hit my back while warmth settled into my core. When my body started to tremble, he held me still, kept his mouth locked in place, and sucked every bit of my arousal. By the time he resurfaced with a mischievous smile on his face, I was feral and begging for his cock. After he came—and then I did for a second time, I fell back asleep on top of him. It’s been animal-like and sexy as fuck.
I woke up this morning with fresh coffee on my nightstand. I smiled at Jack’s thoughtfulness, but the ache in my stomach was already craving relief from the only person I knew could provide it. So, we fucked again.
I nibble on my bottom lip, suck in a heavy breath, and reach down to retrieve my heels from the floor. My fingers hook around the straps while I reach for the doorknob with my other hand, but I pause before opening it.
With purpose, I walk back over to the top dresser drawer and take out a white lacy lingerie set. The top is a strapless bra, and the bottom is a silk and lace thong. I swallow hard, knowing exactly what I’m doing, submitting to my need for him. Lifting my dress, I slide the cotton thong off my feet one at a time and replace it with want and desire. Then, I unhook my light pink bra and throw it back into the drawer, replacing it with the white one.
I’m his now.
Taking one last quick look at myself, I retrieve my shoes and leave the bedroom. Turning the corner down the hallway, I’m met with Jack’s back as he faces the open doors to our private backyard and pool.
I’m overcome at the sight of his broad shoulders, dark blue collared shirt, and dress pants that hug every inch of his perfect ass. Then, my eyes fall to his brown belt, wondering how quickly I can rip that off him.
“Hi,” I say, holding myself up on the counter, slipping my heel on with the other hand.
Jack slowly turns around with a smirk on his face. “My wife.”
A smile pulls at the corners of my mouth. He takes a few steps toward me, closing the distance between us. With each step, my breath becomes more difficult until our bodies flush, shutting off my oxygen completely. The intensity of his stare reminds me of the first time I met him at the airport.
Still struggling with the straps on my shoes with one hand, I bend to get a better grip.
“Let me help you with that.” Jack bends to his knee. I feel his warm palm gliding down my calf and across the bottom of my foot.
“Thank you.” Goosebumps break out along the length of my leg. I rub my lips together, dragging my eyes around the room, searching for an escape because I already know where this is headed.
But there isn’t one.
There is no more escaping him.
Jack fastens the buckle on one foot, then moves to the other side, sliding his hands along my legs, heightening my nerves before cupping my heels back. He reaches for the other shoe on the floor next to us and slips it onto my foot.
My arms bend behind me with my palms molded into the granite countertop, supporting my entire weight as gravity fights with my existence. I battle against falling to the ground and floating up into space because, at this moment, I don’t know whether I want to succumb to his touch or drift away. We can’t go even a few hours without fucking each other. At this rate, we’ll never be able to leave.
“You look beautiful,” Jack’s voice is smooth. His hands run up my sides and over my curves as he raises to a standing position. “Mrs. Bradley.”
I bathe in his words. My self-pride falls victim to them as it crumbles at his feet. I part my lips to speak. “I want—”
I want to taste him finally, and I can’t wait any longer.
“What do you want?”
“I want to taste you,” I say, facing away.
