I’ve been completely enamored by Jack’s permanent smile and his proud demeanor since he walked me through the house, showing me all the changes he made for me.
I had no idea he’d worked from home half the day to make me feel as welcome as possible. He even set up my own area in his home gym, knowing how important it is for my mental health to start my day with a workout. I swear that morning workouts help my clarity and attention span tenfold.
Or perhaps it’s his constant need to make sure I’m comfortable and happy with our new arrangement. As much as Jack likes to throw his weight around demanding things, he always puts me and my feelings above all else.
“It feels weird to be here like this,” I say as I glance around his modern bachelor pad.
Jack and I have similar design styles, mixing old and new, making it an easy transition, at least décor-wise.
He’s kept the original architectural structure of the house—the highly decorated moldings, the antique doors and handles, and the big beautiful bay window.
However, he’s laid light gray concrete floors throughout the space and built a large industrial modern kitchen with dark cabinets and a mix of wood and steel running throughout the room.
The floors are followed into the bedroom, but it’s mostly covered with a hand-woven gray-and-black rug. His king bed is raised on a wooden platform, inadvertently making it the centerpiece of the room, surrounded by a dark gray plush velvet headboard and mahogany bedside tables.
It’s sultry and sexy, and although dark and dim, when daylight hits, this southern-facing room is bright and beautiful.
I’ve been here a million times before, only in a friend capacity of course, so walking through it asourspace feels different.
“Why, if anything, you should feel right at home. You’ve been here more than my sister,” he says, mimicking my thoughts.
“Well, that’s just it. It feels like I’m visiting you. I wonder how long it’ll take to feel like I live here.”
He removes his watch and it slips from his fingers, falling to the ground. “Why don’t we get a new place?” he says nonchalantly.
“What? Why? You love this place.”
Jack’s always been proud of the home he’s built, which is why it was easy for me to move here. Plus, it doesn’t hurt that it’s three times the size of my place.
“I bought this house so long ago that I’d make a profit if I sold, and you definitely will make one on your flat. Then, we can start fresh and pick the exact area and style of home we both want.”
“Really?” I ask, still surprised, yet thrilled at the idea.
My flat was only ever supposed to be an investment, but I stayed longer out of convenience. It would be nice to sell it and move on finally.
Start a new chapter with Jack.
He bends down to grab his watch. “Why not? It sounds like the perfect plan.”
“Okay, I’m excited. While you’re down there, can you help me with my shoe?” I ask, wiggling my foot in the air.
He doesn’t hesitate. He turns and crawls toward me.
“Jack,” I chuckle, arching my brows mischievously. “I like you on your knees.”
He rolls his lips, hiding his devilish smirk as he bows his head, continuing his crawl.
Stopping in front of me, he lifts my foot and uses his chest for support as he fastens the clasp of my gold Saint Laurent heel. He runs his fingertips up the inside of my leg, following his path with light kisses.
“My love,” he whispers against my skin, kissing the inside of my ankle with an open mouth and drawing small circles with his tongue before biting down.
My body instantly fills with butterflies at the endearment, though simultaneously, my sex clenches at the feeling of his tongue dragging along my skin.
“You are my Queen B, and I’d get down on my knees for you any day of the week. You deserve all my praise, Annabelle.”
“Jack,” I gasp.
He can’t say things like that right before I need to leave, because now I’m stuck, too consumed by his presence to move, especially when his fingers travel up and over my sex, rubbing lightly against my center.
