Page 63 of Forbidden Kisses
“You make it sound so romantic.”
“It can be. Come on.” He stepped away, allowing her space to hop down off the desk. Then he locked the office’s door and turned the sign toCLOSED.
They ran down the hall like little kids, excited and turned on by the newness of their lovers’ tryst. When they entered the bathroom, Jack pressed her against the sink and slammed the door shut. The harsh sound made her body jolt with awareness, which only increased her arousal.
“I’ve been mad at you all day,” she said, nipping at his bottom lip.
“I’ve been mad at you since last night. I could barely sleep when I got home.” He pulled her flush against him again. Slipping her hand down into the space between them, she worked to unbutton his jeans. “I guess we’ve both been bad.” She nipped again and his pants came undone. She worked her hand down between the denim and his skin.
He cursed softly and lowered his forehead against hers as she stroked him a moment. Then he growled, “You. Naked. In the shower. Now.”
She didn’t usually like a man, or anyone for that matter, telling her what to do. In this case, though, it turned her on. She lifted her shirt overhead, going slow even though this was technically a quickie. A cramped shower didn’t exactly seem romantic, but it felt romantic right now. Loving how Jack’s eyes watched her, she reached behind her and unhooked her bra. The garment hadn’t even dropped to the floor before Jack’s hands were on her. She moaned in pleasure—so much pleasure. And they’d barely gotten started.
Jack dipped and brushed his mouth over her neck. She arched, giving him full access. There was an unshaven edge to his face that set her skin on fire as he kissed down her neck. One of his hands enveloped a breast, squeezing softly. Then he coaxed her body toward the shower.
He turned the knob and hot water beat against her skin as she clung to him. There was even less room than she’d thought, but she didn’t mind. Jack’s mouth returned to hers as he slipped one hand between her legs, finding a rhythm with his fingers that had her moaning and chanting his name. All the sensations were hitting her as hard as the shower’s unrelenting water.
Gripping Jack’s shoulders, she hung on and forgot that she was ever mad at him, or he at her. She forgot everything except the moment they were suspended in.
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Jack had a big, satisfied smile on his face as he left Grace in the bathroom to finish getting dressed. With a towel wrapped around his waist and his own clothes in hand, he walked down the hall to get himself a drink of water from the filtered water jug. He paused. The empty office wasn’t as empty as he’d thought.
Noah turned to face him from the window that overlooked the ocean.
“Hey, bro,” Jack said slowly, praying that Noah hadn’t overheard the lovefest in the bathroom. Of course, Jack was naked under this towel, and any fool could connect the dots. No sense trying to cover things up. He and Grace had decided to tell Noah the first chance they got anyway.
“We were going to tell you,” Jack started. It was a lame thing to say. Something like you’d see in a movie right before the other person blew up and refused to talk to the offending character again.
“Tell me what?” Noah crossed his arms at his chest. His cheeks were red—angry. Noah knew exactly what had just happened in that bathroom, which made this a little more awkward than just sitting down with him and explaining that he and Grace really liked each other. “Tell me that you’re screwing my sister?” Noah asked, his voice growing loud.
“She’s not your sister, dammit. She was your stepsister once upon a time.”
“Once a sister, always a sister. I never forgot about her the way you guys did.”
Jack laughed. “That’s why you were the coldest to her when she came to work here. Why you couldn’t even look at her for the first week. Because you loved her as a sister so much, right?” Jack shook his head.
“I acted like that because it hurt like hell losing her once, and I didn’t want to lose her again. And this time when she leaves, it’ll be your fault.” Noah pointed a finger and took a step closer. “You’re fucking my sister. You’re going to break her heart, and whether it’s intentional or not doesn’t matter. She’ll quit working here and leave. All because your dick had an itch.”
Jack held up his hands. “It’s not like that. Let me take you out for drinks. We can talk about this—”
The bathroom door opened down the hall. Grace’s soft footsteps approached.
“Jack?” she called. “Where’d you go?” She stopped in her tracks. All the blood drained from her face. “Noah.”
Jack could almost see all the questions rising to the surface. What had Noah heard? What did he know?
Noah stalked angrily toward the door. “I’m out of here. Please, don’t stop because of me. I’ll just lock the door back up so you two can continue.”
Grace’s startled eyes turned to Jack. Her hair was still wet and hanging in clumps around her shoulders.
“I’ll go after him. I’ll fix this,” Jack said, dropping his towel and pulling his jeans back on.
She gave a shaky nod.
Then Jack chased after Noah. He understood perfectly why his younger brother was upset. And yeah, he had every right to be. Jack and Grace had kept this a secret from him. For all Noah knew, this was just sex that Jack was having with Grace. Meaningless sex. Which couldn’t have been further from the truth.
“Just wait, will you?” Jack said, stopping Noah’s truck door from slamming. Noah slammed a hand against his steering wheel.
