Now it’s my turn to smile, matching hers. “He does, and the feeling is mutual.”
“It better be,” a familiar voice growls as he hugs me tightly from behind. Jack’s manly smell invades my senses as he buries his face in my neck. “Time to dance, sweetheart.”
I hand my drink to Alessia, then turn back to Jack. I’ve been waiting to dance with him all night. “You don’t hold a flame to my dancing skills!” I yell as I shimmy my way onto the dance floor.
His eyes are locked on mine, sparkling full of excitement as his cheeky smirk turns up, popping his dimples on full display. In slow motion, he takes off his blazer, making a show of it for everyone to see.
“Strip teases don’t count, lover boy!” I roll my hips to the music, hitting the beat with precision.
I throw my head back, letting my long hair run down my back.
God, I love all these songs. They remind me of my younger days.
I’m just warming up, but as the tempo increases, so do my moves, and I almost forget about Jackson.Almost.
He takes one, two, three steps onto the dance floor, loosening the buttons on his shirt and piling on the dramatics.
Women to our left cheer him on, yelling sentiments in Italian, boosting his ego even more.
He glides smoothly with his arms spread and ends it with a turn, coming face-to-face with me.
Not missing a beat, he grabs my hips and slams us together.
“Sweetheart, you know I don’t like to lose. I’m the better dancer, and I think we all know it, especially my fan group over there.” He nods toward the group of old Italian women ogling him, and then grinds his hips into me.
Unable to contain my laughter, I let it out in his face, then gesture toward Alessia. “It seems like my admirers are a bit more attractive.”
Jack turns his head, instantly becoming serious. “If they look at you for a second longer, there will be serious issues. It took all my restraint during dinner not to reach over the table and knock the one guy out.”
I pat his chest. “Now, now, you promised you were done with all the violence and I’d get the old Jack back.”
“Sorry, B.”He shows no signs of remorse. “I’ll have to break a promise if someone disrespects my wife. I won’t be able to control myself.”
“All right, enough crazy, more dancing,” I whisper seductively, running my hands up and down his chest.
“You feel good in my arms, B,” he whispers back as we move as one to the music, our hands exploring every inch that’s acceptable for the public—and maybe sometimes not—unable to get enough of each other.
“Well, you feel good as my husband,” I counter, and he lets out a low growl as he bucks his hips into me. “You like that, Jack? Being my husband turns you on, doesn’t it?”
“Fuck yes, it does. I love the fact that you’re mine and only mine.” He grabs my arse hard and pulls it close to his groin, still moving our hips side to side, keeping up with the beat of the music. “We need to get out of here so I can fuck my wife. You want that, don’t you, sweetheart? You’re ready to go home, to feel me inside you… to have me claim you as my wife again.” His lips kiss my neck, and my eyes involuntarily roll back into my head.
“Yes, dancing is overrated. Let’s go home,” I moan as he discreetly reaches up and cups my heavy breast. He takes my lips and kisses me hard before we reluctantly pull away, only to find an amused Alessia standing there holding tequila shots.
I smile sheepishly at Jack and say, “I guess shots are in order first.”
* * *
“Come on!” Jack grabs my hand, pulling me away from the house. “You’re walking very slowly, Mrs. Peters.”
“No shit, I’m drunk and need a bed. Where are we going?” I mumble, then laugh out loud as he nearly falls over his own two feet.
“I want to make love to you in the vines.” His eyes sparkle with mischief.
Oh… I like the sound of that.
Wait.
“No. No. This is my client’s house. We can’t do that here, Jack. We need to stick to strictly bedroom sex.” I try to pull him the other way, but he’s determined, and when he realizes what I’ve said, he pauses.
