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The next morning, Jack was still sleeping when I woke up. His sleep only slightly loosened his hold on me and I had to pry myself from his arms in order to get up.
He stirred when I snuck out of bed, but eventually he settled back into sleep. Nature was calling and I needed an extra large cup of coffee and two aspirin for my pounding headache.
I decided to make bacon and eggs, hoping that Jack would stay for breakfast this time and make good on his promise to talk in the morning. I sang softly to myself, trying not to wake him. I didn’t know how to cook without singing. In fact, there were a lot of things that I found physically im-possible to do without at least quietly humming a tune.
I turned the bacon and caught Jack standing in the doorway out of the corner of my eye. His frame filled the doorway and he rested his arms on the doorjambs as he watched me.
“Good morning.” I spoke quietly; suddenly aware that I was still only wearing my old Yankee t-shirt that barely covered my ass. Michael was a diehard Red Sox fan and hated the t-shirt, which was probably why I had made it into my official pajamas most nights since moving to New York.
“Good morning.” His voice was raspy and deep and sexy as hell.
“Hungry?” I smiled at him.
“Starving.” His tone told me we might not be speaking about the same thing.
He made no attempt to move into the kitchen, appearing content in watching me.
“You just going to stand there and watch me?”
One eyebrow arched questioning.
“I am.” The corner of his mouth turned slightly up, hinting at a smile.
I shook my head and laughed, turning my attention back to the stove. He didn’t move from his position until I placed our plates on the table.
We sat together at the table and ate our breakfast and it felt so normal and right.
“How did you know where I lived?” So many unanswered questions rattled through my brain.
“Your personnel file.”
My face clearly showed my aston-ishment. “If you own half of the Heston, I guess that does technically make you my employer, doesn’t it?”
“It does.” He made no attempt to hide his lack of feeling guilty for using his position for his personal needs. The hesitant, insecure man from the night before was gone and confident, alpha Jack was back with a vengeance.
“I take it you didn’t know I was performing at the conference?”
“Definitely not.”
“Why did your father hire me?”
“I have no idea. I’ve got a call into the resort in Honolulu to find out if he made contact with anyone there.” The Hawaii resort had never crossed my mind. But it dawned on me as he answered that we had stayed at one of the hotels he owned, explaining why everyone had known his name.
I stood to clear the
table and Jack grabbed my arm, gently pulling me into his lap.
“I like your t-shirt.” He looked down at me on his lap, my t-shirt rode up over my skimpy underwear. His warm hand cau-tiously moved to my thigh. As always, his touch sent a jolt through my body. I needed to separate my body from his or we would never have that talk.
“Yankees fan?” I jumped out of his lap, it was obvious what I was doing and he seemed amused at the reaction that I was having.
“Now I am.” His voice was low and gravely and I felt his eyes burning into my back as I stood with my back to him rinsing the dishes. I took my time, hoping the fire inside me would quell with distance.
Jack knew what I was doing and wasn’t going to allow it. I felt the heat from his body behind me and his breath on my neck. He stood with his front to my back, only inches separating us.
“Can I touch you Syd?” I knew it must have been difficult for him to ask permission, Jack wasn’t the type of man that asked, he took what he wanted.
My mind was foggy from his close proximity and my answer came out breathless. “Yes.”
His hand brushed over my breast and I had to grip the edge of the counter to keep my weak knees from buckling. The man made me feel like a teenager getting touched for the first time.
Unlike last time, his touch was soft and gentle, but it turned me on no less. He kneaded my tender br**sts and circled my ni**les. His thumb brushing gently over my stiff peaks. Jack pushed his body firmly against my back and I felt his hardness up against my ass. A moan escaped from deep in my throat and I heard Jack growl.
His lips trailed kisses up and down the back of my neck then he licked his way to my ear. He nibbled my lobe and his hot fast breath sent a wave of pleasure from my ear down to my already swollen clit.
One of his hands found its way to my sex and my legs widened shamelessly at his unspoken command. I was aroused and panting as one hand hovered near my clit while the other pinched at my swollen ni**les.
“I love how wet you get form me” Jack whispered in my ear as he slid his hand beneath my panties and pushed into me carefully.
I was glad that he was behind me and couldn’t see my face. He couldn’t see that I closed my eyes and allowed myself to surrender to his touch. I knew he liked to watch me come, but he was making it all about me that morning.
My back arched, pushing my ass further into his hard c**k and unintentionally giving him better access. His finger stroked in and out of me and then he pulled out and pushed back into me with two fingers. I moaned and he responded by plunging into me faster and deeper. My hips made small circles, thrusting into his hand as he finger f**ked me with the hands of a man that knew a woman’s body.
I was panting and mindless and my knees began to buckle beneath me. Jack moved his hand at my breast to around my waist, taking a firm grip on me as he felt my body start to surrender to its weight. He was breathing heavy too as he spoke, “I have you baby, give in to it.” His thumb moved to cover my clit and he rubbed in gently but firm circles.
My body tightened and I screamed out as I came while he pushed his fingers in and out of me over and over again in a steady rhythm.
Jack held me as I came down from my orgasm and then allowed my raised t-shirt to fall back down around me. He kissed the back of my neck lovingly and turned me around to face him, pulling me into a hug with my head pressed against his chest. I loved the feel of him holding me tenderly.
After a few minutes, he pulled back to look at me, “We still need to talk.” His lips pressed to my forehead in a gentle kiss.
“But I didn’t take care of you yet.” My answer was sheepish.
“Feeling you come for me is taking care of me.” Jack pushed a lock of hair behind my air tenderly.