"Don't. It smells good," he said, kissing my neck.
His touch was addictive, but I wasn't quite sure if I could go again.
"I'm showering," I told him, "then I’m cooking."
He followed me into the shower. The water was cool, but Jack felt warm. I guessed that was how he could run around without any underwear. I closed my eyes and let the water wash over me. Jack's hands and mouth were counterpoints to the flow of the water, and under his ministrations, I was aroused.
I opened my eyes, and it hit me suddenly that this was real—Jack was real, and right in front of me. I reached out and ran my hands down his chest to grab his cock.
"Put it in me," I told him.
He turned me around and gripped my hips. Between the shower and my own desire for him, he slipped in easily. It felt wanton to have sex in the shower. Jack's fingers were on my clit, and I bucked back against him. I reveled in the feel of his breath on my neck, the slight half moans he made, letting me know he took pleasure in my body and that I, Chloe, was making this man—this billionaire with an ice-cold demeanor—come completely undone.
"Add showers to the list of things that are a thousand times better with you," Jack said as I put on a pair of his boxers and one of his T-shirts. He watched me for a moment then said, "I thought you were wearing your new panties?"
"No."
"Why? I thought you liked them." He looked a little hurt.
I kissed him to make him feel better. "I do love them. That’s why I'm saving them."
"For what?"
"I don't know, a special occasion," I replied.
"I can buy you more underwear," he said after a moment.
I stuck my tongue out at him. "I'm cooking your breakfast," I said and slapped him on a bare, very perfect and very firm, buttock. "After all that, you deserve something good."
I was chopping vegetables when Jack walked into the kitchen. He was only wearing boxers, and he threw the doors to the balcony open. Milo ran outside into the cold.
"It's hot in here, isn't it," I heard him say to the dog.
I sighed. We were going to have to come to a compromise about the window opening. I started the stove. Maybe I would warm up.
Speaking of big warm things, I was sure seeing a fair amount of activity in the man department lately.
"Everything all right?" Jack asked, coming around and wrapping his arms around me. I didn't think I would ever grow tired of it. But he might become tired of me if he ever figured out how trashy my family really was. Jack had his own family drama and didn't need Cody and his druggie friends screwing everything up.
At least Cody hadn't asked Jack for money. He had seen the fur coat Jack had bought me, and he knew it was expensive. I knew, now that Cody thought he could scam money through Jack, he would be back. I cursed my lack of a normal family as I chopped vegetables.
"I’m great," I told him. "Hungry."
"Can I help?"
"Sure." I handed him an onion to chop and winced while I watched him butcher it.
"Stop!" I yelled as he was about to chop off a finger. "Curl your fingers like this over the onion then slice horizontal to the counter then perpendicular." I demonstrated, and perfectly chopped pieces of onion cascaded off my knife.
"Wow, Chloe has skills," he said. "You're more than just a baker."
"I'll have you know that desserts are the hardest foods to make," I told him, launching into my lecture. "They are about precision and technique. You have to know exact measurements and how humidity and air pressure will affect your creations. If you're any good as a pastry chef, then you aren't just a baker. Making desserts is very technical; it's not something drunk sorority girls do for fun."
"Sorry," he said after a moment. "I didn't mean it like that."
"Go sit down," I said, more harshly than I intended. I felt bad as I watched Jack slink away to the couch in the living room. Across the open floor plan, I watched him fiddle with the remote-control tablet thing.
The TV turned on, andRudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeerblared from the speakers.
