“I’d suck on your nipples and I’d thrust into you so hard...can you feel my cock inside of you, twitching.”
“Yes,” I moan completely captivated. “Oh shit, I’m going to come.” I rub myself furiously and my entire body shudders for a few seconds. “Oooh.”
“Fuck Katherine, you’re so hot.” He grunts. “Can I come over?”
“No...” I whimper into the phone. “This was a mistake. I don’t know why I called you. I should go.”
“It wasn’t a mistake Katherine. Did you just use me to get off on the phone?”
“You’re the one that called me.” I stretch in the bed and laugh lightly. “Thanks for the dirty talk, Jack. It did the job and now I’m going to sleep.”
“Good night, Katherine.”
“Night Jack. And please, let’s not talk about this in the morning.” I hang up the phone and close my eyes again. I feel warm and tired and like I’ve just lost my mind. But I don’t care. I had needed a release and I’d gotten it. Phone sex with Jack had been hot. I just hoped I would be able to resist giving him my body completely because I knew if I did, it would be very hard to not want more.
Chapter Sixteen
Jack
“I’m surprised that you were able to get a big box like this at such late notice,” Levi says, looking over at me as we take our seats in the vintage theater box. There’s a bemused expression on his face as we take our seats with our two female companions. I shrug and give him my most winning smile.
“I guess it helps when you have deep pockets.”
“I guess so,” he says, a tinge of disbelief in his tone. “Since when have you been into theater?”
“Since I was young,” I say, staring at him, daring him to call me out on the lie. “Why do you ask? Do you not enjoy Broadway shows?”
“Well, seeing as this was a very last-minute invitation and the first time I’ve ever heard you talk about the theater." His voice trails off, and he shrugs. “Not to mention that this is not even a Broadway show, it’s an Off-Broadway show that I’ve never heard of. So yes, I’m surprised you have an interest in being here.” He looks over at our two companions. “Unless there was another reason?” His eyes narrow as he studies the two beautiful womenseated next to us. “How are your drinks, ladies?” He asks with a warm smile.
“Oh, great,” Lisa says as she shimmies closer to me, her blue eyes eyeing me up and down. “I’m so glad you contacted me, Jack. It’s been a while.”
“Yeah, it has,” I say. I don’t bother telling her that she was the third woman I contacted to join us tonight. I don’t think she’ll appreciate that information. “I hope you both enjoy the show,” I add, looking over at her friend. “Danielle, I’m glad you were able to make it. Nice to meet you again.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Danielle says, licking her lips and eyeing Levi. “When Lisa told me you were both billionaires…” Her voice trails off as Lisa shoots her a look, and Danielle quickly shuts her mouth. “Not like Lisa led with that information. Of course I wanted to see the show more than anything. I’ve been dying to see it. I would’ve come even if we were in shitty seats.” She gives me her most winning smile, and I try not to laugh. I can see the dollar signs in her eyes. “Lisa tells me you have a number of businesses.”
“I do,” I say, glancing around, looking to see if Katherine and her friends have arrived yet. I wonder if she’ll buy that I accidentally ended up at the same show as her? But I don’t care. After last night I needed to see her. I want to see where we stand. I want to know if she thought our call the previous evening was as hot as I had. “Several that I run, to be fair.” I pause as I spot Katherine and Marina, with Willow and Brielle standing behind them. “I’ll be right back,” I say quickly, jumping out of my seat and heading down the stairs. I walk casually and then accidentally bump into Katherine. “Sorry.” I look up and watch her eyes widen.
“What are you doing here?” she asks, shaking her head, eyes narrowing as she realizes that it's me.
“I came to see a play. What about you?”
“I came to see a play as well. In fact, didn’t I tell you I was coming to see a play?”
“I don’t know if you told me what play you were going to see,” I say, smiling. “What a coincidence.”
Her eyes narrow as she gazes at me. “Yeah. Fancy that.” She pauses and looks back. “Hey, guys, guess who’s here?”
“Oh, Mr. Heathcliff,” Marina says, looking taken aback. “I didn’t know you were into plays.” She looks at me with wide appreciative eyes. I can tell I’ve gone up in her esteem by being here.
“So good to see you,” I say. “I understand that you’re a budding thespian yourself.”
“Oh, I am,” she says, grinning. “How did you know? Have people been talking about me? I mean, do you know the director or the producer of this play? Were they asking about me? Oh my gosh, am I famous in the world of billionaires?—”
“No,” I say. “I think Katherine mentioned it to me.” Disappointment drips from her pores at my response.
“Oh.” She looks like she might cry. I’d heard of building fairytales in one's head, but she seemed particularly delusional. I’d have to ask Katherine more about her at a later date. “I was hoping you were going to say you were looking to fund a production and wanted me to be the lead.” She looks at me hopefully. “Because I would totally, absolutely, one hundred percent be interested.”
“Marina, he’s not funding any theater productions,” Katherine says, giving her a look.
