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He wrapped an arm around my chest, the other around my stomach pulling me up a bit, my back arching. I felt captured, taken, possessed. I fell to pieces as he said, “You want it, Keira, baby?”

“Yes, own my pussy. Fill me with your cum, oh fuck... Harder. Please.” Language degraded into squeals and pants as he ravished me, pounding harder, deeper, until he growled against the back of my neck, exploding inside me with a roar. He held me while we both shook, the sudden silence deafening.

After a while, he kissed the back of my shoulder, laying me gently on my back, wrapping his arms around me. He stared deeply into my eyes, rocking me softly. “Are you okay, angel?”

I stared into space for a second before blurting, “That was incredible. But I can’t believe I said those things. That’s so unlike me.”

He looked surprised. “It was unbelievably hot, just like you.”

I shook my head. “I’ve never been hot. You’re just seeing what you want to see.”

He kissed the sides of my face, my neck, my chin, rocking me in his arms. “My scorching hot little Keira,” he whispered. “I’m so glad that you happened.”

I giggled. “I happened?”

Jack rolled his eyes, then snuggled us into our new sleeping position with my head on his chest. “Happened along, happened to me... I’m not terribly articulate at the moment.” He leaned down to playfully bite my bottom lip. “May I take you on a proper date in Montreal tomorrow night?”

I pretended to ponder this carefully. “Hmm. Well, okay. As long as you don’t try to take advantage of me.”

He shrugged. “I will. Don’t worry.”

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31. Photos and Coffee

Jumping up at eight fifteen am, I left a voicemail for Tommy since I really wouldn’t bet a nickel on Tina knowing how to listen to voicemail. I vaguely explained how I had a personal emergency and had to take care of a friend in need, and that I should be in the office on Monday. I didn’t dare suggest that I was sick, just in case it got out that I was in Montreal this weekend.

I made coffee, then went to take a quick shower. By the time I came back, Jack was sitting at the desk in his underwear, checking out some websites on his laptop.

I placed a mug of coffee in front of him and looked over his shoulder. There were photos of him all over every social media platform from last night’s show. There were a ton of photos with fans, many where he was hugging them. Then there was one photo of us together taken backstage, where I was looking to the left of the camera grinning, and Jack was looking at me with an expression that could only be described as total adoration. I don’t even remember it being taken. My stomach clenched in a way that was becoming too familiar, and the question was like a song stuck on repeat, sung by the voice in my head. Was this too much, too fast?

Then I saw that somebody had captioned it, ‘The Rock Star and the Librarian.’

I felt the air around me grow cold. My voice became very slow and strained, as I croaked, “Tell me that is not really online.”

“That photo is private,” Jack explained quickly. “Kelly sent it only to me as a joke. Our band photographer was taking shots of everyone, and she kept that one out of the website stuff.”

“Good. Thanks.” I tried to let the moment of terror pass through me. Then I cocked my head, thinking. “Shouldn’t it be the other way around?” I teasingly complained, sitting down beside him. “When it comes down to the foundation of our society, librarians have been around longer. I don’t mean to pull rank, but we’re the keepers of the information. You don’t hear about the rock stars of Alexandria.” I smirked, but he wasn’t laughing. “I’m teasing, cutie. Like I said yesterday, I think every job is important.”

“You’re not mad about the photos with the other girls?” Jack asked incredulously. “My last girlfriend freaked out about it all the time. Every time someone even implied that I acknowledged a girl that wasn’t her, she would throw a fit and wouldn’t speak to me for a week.”

“I would never hold you responsible for the bullshit that somebody else said.” I then played Jack’s statement back again. “Girlfriend, you said…” I blinked hard for a moment. “When was the last time you had a girlfriend?”

He nodded. “Chicks always want to know. I get that. I met her about two years ago, we sort of dated off and on for two months, then we were serious for about eight months. We ended things…” He stared off into space calculating what month it was. “Just over a year ago. She dumped me suddenly because of a photo passed around online of me hugging another woman. She had just won a contest to meet the band, and she asked for a hug – what the hell was I supposed to do?”

“Jealousy is ridiculous,” I said plainly. “Collin, my ex, didn’t even want me to have any male friends. If I mentioned a guy at work, his eyes would take on this strange clench. As if I’m supposed to walk around in a world where he’s the only man I speak to?” I shook my head. “Unfortunately it took a few months for me to tell him to get over himself and get lost.”

Jack laughed. “I didn’t even know you then, but I’m damn proud of you.”

He took my hand, suddenly serious. “I don’t know what we are, or what we’re going to be. But I need you to know that I will be yours for as long as you want me.” I froze and blinked hard, shocked at the sudden honesty and intimacy.

Jack continued, “I know you’re not ready to talk about our relationship, or whatever, but you might see photos of me hugging fans, or with my arm around Kelly when we’re out having a business drink. The stupid photos and all of that damn gossip go all over the place and I can’t control it and I just need you to know, I’m not a womanizer. I only have eyes for one woman. You.”

I took a deep breath, considering how to respond. “I really appreciate your honesty. If I ever have questions, I will ask you directly. I don’t trust the media, and I know how easily a friendly photo can look incriminating if you simply add a misleading headline, or crop it a certain way. Just please keep me out of the media. I’m behind the scenes, remember?”

I took his free hand, trailing my fingertips along his palm. “At the moment, I don’t know what kind of relationship we could have. My job keeps me here, your job keeps you in Vancouver, and all over the place.” I looked up at him, smiling. “For now, we just figure it out as we go along. Right?”

“Absolutely,” he said, kissing the tip of my nose. “I just need you to know that I don’t do flings.”

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