Page 13 of Holidays and Handcuffs

“You’re so tight, baby,” he says. Jack begins to move his fingers inside me and I cry out, unable to stop myself from moving my hips against his hand. “That’s right, Princess, ride my hand like a good girl.”

I do what he says, rocking my hips against his hand, his palm pressed firmly against my clit. I’m soaking his hand, but I don’t care and neither does he. He’s watching me like I’m the most beautiful creature he’s ever seen, and that sends an explosion of pleasure through my belly. Jack lifts my sweater dress up to my chest and pulls my bra down until my breasts spill out, bouncing up and down with the movement of body. Jack pulls me close using the fingers inside me and sucks my peaked nipple into his mouth. It’s the best thing I’ve ever felt.

“Jack, I—I’m…”

He moves his hand faster inside me. There’s a buzzing sound inside my head, I feel my inner muscles spasm, and stars explode in my vision as a wave of intense, liquid heat crashes over me. I cling tightly to his chest, riding out the waves of my orgasm.

“Fuck, Princess, you’re so beautiful when you come.” He says his dark gaze locking on mine. I can’t seem to formulate any words as I’m still breathless. That was incredible. “I want to be inside you so badly,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire, “but not here, you belong in my bed.”

A soft moan escapes my lips as he gently pulls my panties back into place, his touch both tender and restrained. Jackcarefully puts me back down on the seat, tucking me into his side.

As Jack starts the car and pulls away from the lake, his hand finds its way to my thigh, fingers slowly teasing the fabric of my dress higher. Heat floods my body with every inch he inches upward.

I had no idea a simple touch can generate so much fire. I feel like I’m about to explode as his thumb finds my clit. I’m a soaking mess and I should be embarrassed but I’m not. Instead, I part my legs wider, gently rocking his fingers and throwing my head against the headrest.

I can feel another release coming as it overtakes my whole body. I squeeze my eyes shut as an onslaught of pleasure crashes through me.

When I manage to open my eyes, I notice the car isn’t moving anymore, I turn to Jack and he’s staring at me. “We’re here,” he says with a lopsided grin. I turn to see we are parked in front of an apartment.

Jack smirks as he gets down from the car and opens my door. My legs feel like jelly and I doubt if I will be able to walk but when he asks, “sure you can walk?” I respond with a nod and the best confident smile I can muster.

His apartment is nestled in a quiet neighborhood. As I take my first steps, my legs wobble, Jack lets out a low grunt and before I know it, I’m lifted off the ground bridal style like I weigh nothing.

“How are you so strong?” I murmur, resting my head on his chest.

Jack chuckles, the rumble vibrating against me. “Trust me, Princess, you’re my warm up weight,” he says as he effortlessly carries me to the door.

Inside the apartment is warm, there’s a large, undecorated Christmas tree in the corner, still bare except for a few string lights hanging loosely. A fire place. The furniture is simple and masculine, dark leather couches, a low coffee table with a couple of stray magazines, and a flat-screen mounted on the wall.

He lowers me gently onto the couch, his eyes never leaving mine. He gives a peck on my lips before walking toward the open-area kitchen.

“You need something to drink?” he asks, opening the cabinet and pulling out a glass.

I shake my head, still breathless. “No, I’m fine. Your place is... nice,” I manage to say, trying to focus on anything but the heat still lingering between us.

“Thanks,” Jack says, glancing over at the bare Christmas tree. “I haven’t had the chance to decorate it, and at this point, I probably won’t. Christmas is only a few hours away.”

I raise an eyebrow. “I’m surprised you even have a tree, considering you just moved back.”

He chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, it wasn’t my idea. My neighbor had it delivered the day after I moved in. She insisted it’s bad luck to celebrate Christmas without a tree.”

My stomach tightens, and I try not to let the sudden flare of jealousy show on my face. His neighbor? A woman going out of her way to make sure he has a tree? Is she young? Does she like him? My mind spirals with unnecessary questions

There’s a brief silence, broken only by the sound of water filling the glass. Jack walks back over to me, handing me thewater with a soft smile. I take it, and gulp it down quickly not realizing how thirsty I was.

Jack narrows his eyes at me, a teasing smirk playing on his lips. “Are you jealous?”

I scoff, my pulse quickening as I avoid his gaze. “No,” I lie, trying to sound nonchalant.

He tilts his head, clearly not buying it. “Mhm, right. Well, for the record, Mrs. Smith is no match for you, not that there’s a competition because I only have eyes for you.”

My eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “Mrs. Smith? She’s married?”

Jack grins, leaning in a little closer as he takes the glass from me and place it on the coffee table. “So,” he drawls, his eyes twinkling with amusement, “youwerejealous.”

I shake my head quickly, a nervous laugh escaping me. “I wasn’t—”

He pulls me off the couch. “You’re such a bad liar, you know that?”

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