“As I thought, soaked right through your panties,” he murmurs, his fingers brushing over my clit.
“Oh God.” My voice quivers. But just as fast as he started, he stops.
“What the hell, why did you stop?” I cry.
He leans over, laces his fingers through my hair, and pulls my body forward to suck on the sensitive part of my neck, using his free hand to pinch and pull my nipple.
“You’ll go to your event tonight buzzing with a need for me, soaking wet. Each time you take a step, you’ll be reminded by how much you want my fingers on you.” He pinches my other nipple. “You’ll think of my tongue on your clit, and my dick filling this needy cunt.”
“Jack,” I moan in desperation. “Please.”
His lips travel up my neck to whisper, “No. Now go to your event while I stay here, naked in bed, stroking my thick cock, waiting for you. When you get home, I want no words. I want you to undress in front of me silently. Then it’ll be your time to crawl to me… right to my dick. You’ll impale yourself without warming up. I want you to feel the burn, each inch of me entering you.”
God, he’s so freaking dirty. I love it, but he can’t be serious about waiting. I need him now. “If I’m your Queen B, then I command you to finish what you started.”
He lets out a sardonic laugh. “If you’re my queen, am I not your king?”
“Ah, you poor, deluded man,” I say, patting his cheek. “You, my sir, are just my lonely servant whom I call upon in my time of need.” I widen my legs to emphasize saidneed.
Jack stands and takes my hand, hastily pulling me up. “Nice try.” He swats my arse. “The quicker you are tonight, the sooner you’re home with me.”
“Fine. I won’t forget that you teased me.” I narrow my eyes. “And all your plans sound amazing, so don’t accidentally fall asleep on me. I want to talk about this weekend with you.”
I’m going to plan something extraordinary for Jack if he comes to Italy. He put in a great effort for us to have a spectacular time in France, then accommodated me with open arms here in his London home. I want to do something for him to show my appreciation.
“Of course,” he says, offended. “You think on our first night together in our home I would fall asleep without you?”
I smile softly. With just one sentence, he has me going from sexually frustrated to melting at his words. I give him a chaste kiss so I don’t get sucked into staying longer. “See you later, Jack.”
I look back before I enter my waiting car and find him casually leaning against the door frame, arms crossed, watching me go. I’m not at all surprised—I felt the heat of his stare the second I walked out of the house.
“Hurry home to me, sweetheart,” he calls as he waves me off.
* * *
“Sir, I’m so sorry. Are you able to turn around and bring me home?” I ask my driver.
This is brilliant news for me. Callie’s other event ended earlier, making her able to take my place at the gallery opening, so I get to go home and spend tonight with Jack.
“No problem, love. The house I picked you up from in Kensington?”
“No, I live—” I cut myself off, forgetting I live with Jack now. “Yes, I recently moved, sorry. Kensington is perfect.”
“Thank you,” I call as we pull up, getting out as fast as my four-inch heels will allow.
As I put the key in the door, I see Jack through the bay window, talking passionately to someone. I hope he’s on the phone and no one’s here. Declan often stops by, but it’s late, so I’m hoping he’s home with Aoife and Agnes, his twins.
Not that I don’t love Dec, but the whole ride I’ve thought about nothing other than surprising Jack, ordering some crappy food, relaxing, watching a movie, then taking him up on what he promised me earlier.
Declan’s not really in the mix of all that.
Before I even open the door, though, I realize it’s not Declan at all.
My stomach drops, and a cold foreign sensation drifts over my body, causing goose bumps to scatter in the most uncomfortable way.
I begin to shake, so I brace myself on the door as the fearful images build in my mind.
The glimpse of Father and my disgraced aunt.
