And here I was, in my head, trying to ruin the moment. Until Jack gave my hip a squeeze, a soft chuckle escaping him.
“Always overthinking, aren’t you?” he teased, his breath fanning over my face, his lips brushing mine as he spoke.
Then he was kissing me again, deeper this time. His plush lips molded to mine, tongue teasing over my lips and asking for entrance.
I gave it to him. I’d give this mananything.
A pained sigh escaped me as my hands wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, holding him to me as if I was afraid that if I let go, this would all disappear, a hallucination in my mind.
But Jack was real. Very real.
A soft groan escapedhimas he backed me up, pushing me into the counter and rubbing his cock against mine through our clothes. His kiss was hungry now, devouring me, and warmth flooded every inch of my body.
He was exactly as I imagined he would be: dominating, consuming, fucking perfect.
When he finally pulled away, my fingers lifted to my lips as I tried to fight the disbelief.
“Did that… truly happen?” I breathed out on a terrified whisper. So many questions and fears were wrapped up into those words.
“Kissing you is everything I thought it would be,” Jack said, leaning forward and nipping at my lips, teasing my bottom one between his teeth.
“I’d get down on my knees right now and show you how much I want you, North, if I thought it wouldn’t give you health code violations.”
I whimpered, anactualneedy little omega sound, before slapping a hand over my mouth. One kiss and I’d lost all sense of filters. Fuck, I was in trouble here.
Jack’s grin was sinful. Helovedit.
I swear I had to be part omega. I was practically melting for this man, my skin too hot, sweaty enough that it could be mistaken for slick.
The things this man did to me.
“Tonight is mine, North. Don’t make any plans. I’ll pick you up after work.”
And just like that, he turned and walked out, leaving me in stunned silence.
Holy. Shit.
Somehow I couldn’t make myself move until I smelled something burning. Cursing, I rushed to the back, pulling out the last batch of scones and tossing them into the sink to cool down. They were charred little chunks of charcoal.
That had never happened in all my years of baking.
My mind was still reeling, and I needed another confirmation that it really happened. I snapped a picture with my phone and sent it to Jack.
Me
look what you made me do.
Jack
It would’ve been far worse if I’d stayed. Consider that an appropriate casualty.
Me
RIP scones.
Jack
RIP to my blue balls.
