He doesn’t wait for her to respond. Instead, he pushes past her, then interlocks our fingers.
“I’m sorry, B—”
“Don’t even waste your breath. I saw her and her man hands all over you,” I huff.
He tries but fails miserably to hide his laughter. “Man hands?”
“Oh, shut it. Let’s go.” I pull him forward.
“Here it is.” Jack lifts our intertwining fingers and points to the massive sign that says “Cooking School.”
I chuckle and pat his cheek with my free hand. “You’re so smart sometimes.”
My phone dings, and I stop outside the door to check it quickly in case Lola needs anything before we head in.
The agency picked up a few unexpected clients recently, and I hate the idea of leaving her hanging.
Lola:You wouldn’t bloody believe what happened. The building manager came and forced everyone to ejaculate! Including the clients. It was a huge mess!
What?
I can’t hold myself up from the silent vibrations quickly racking my body, even with Jackson holding on to me. I can’t do it, so I lean against the wall and suck in a deep breath, wheezing from my trapped laughter.
This is the best thing anyone has ever sent me in my whole life.
“What are you doing? We’re going to be late.”
“Can’t. Breathe,” I try to say, but the air gets stuck in my lungs.
I hand Jack my phone, and his instantaneous laughter is so loud and boisterous that the haughty-taughty hotel patrons shoot us nasty looks as they walk by. His chest is vibrating more than mine.
“I took a screenshot and sent it to the group. She’s never going to live this down… my poor Lola.” I feel like I’ll never get a handle on myself, but I need to respond before she realizes what she said.
Me:I can only imagine what a sticky mess that would make, with the manager AND the whole office coming! Did everyone have to go home to get changed?
Lola:OH. MY. GOD.
Me: Was it simultaneous?
Me:Was there moaning or just silence when everyone shot their loads?
Lola:I meant evacuate!!!!! The freaking hell, I meant E V A C U A T E!!!!!! Damn auto-correct.
Me:HAHAHAHAHA… I hope you know I will never let you forget this. Jack already sent it to the group. K BYE… LOVE YOU.
Lola:HATE YOU BOTH!!! Ugh!!!!!! Why me…
My chest is still bouncing as we walk into class. “Well, it’s official, today is the best day of my life.”
Jack stills, his eyes holding mine, prolonging the minute before he picks up my hand, pressing his lips to my fingertips.
“Mine too, sweetheart.” He cups my cheek with his other hand. “The best day, my beautiful B.” He smiles, gulping down his emotions when I try to hold back the tears filling my eyes.
I knew that kiss was everything and more.
“You must be Mr. and Mrs. Peters,” an elegant, older Parisian woman with rosy cheeks says as she greets us, breaking us out of our bubble.
I whip my head toward Jack at the mention of his surname. A cheeky, irresistible smirk is plastered on his face. “Yes, that would be us”—he throws his arm around my shoulder—“Mr. and Mrs. Peters.” He bites his lip, knowing I’m about to burst.
