Page 81 of Don't Lie to Me

I cleared my throat as her knowing laughter rang through the line. “No, I don’t think I am, Mace. Listen, we can talk all night about what this is about, but the truth is, until I hear from Jack – if I hear from him – none of it means anything to me.”

“All right. But call me when you know.” I was just about to hang up the phone when she spoke again. “And just so you know, Jack has been so freaking miserable the last few weeks, and I know he’s totally crazy about you. This will all work out and you guys will be back to having hot crazy sex before you know it.”

“How do you know we have hot crazy sex?” Did I even want to know how she knows that? Probably not. “Never mind,” I say as she starts laughing through the phone. Who in the hell knows what she heard during phone conversations Jack and I had while he was at work. “I’m going to turn in. I’ll let you know if Marcus tells me anything, K?”

We hung up and just a few seconds later, my phone rang again.

“I am not talking about my hot sex with Jack, Macy.” And then my jaw dropped, my mouth went dry and I immediately reached for my wine bottle as the sexiest laugh bellowed softly through the line. Every nerve ending in my body instantly came alive as soon as I heard Jack’s soft laughter. That’s what I get for answering the phone without checking the caller ID first.

“Hot sex? That’s what you tell Macy we have?” He paused for just a moment. “It’s a bit more than that, isn’t it? Somehow I don’t feel like you’re giving me enough credit.”

He was so right. Hot sex didn’t begin to describe the moments I’d shared with Jack. Passionate, fire-starting, orgasms exploding so powerfully I saw stars and passed out. That was much more in line with the sex Jack and I had. And then the tender moments of him making love to me slowly but still forcefully as he slid into me and filled me so completely that I thought I would burst from the inside out.

The very thought made me shiver, and thank god that Jack wasn’t standing in front of me to see my body turn to mush and my legs start shaking nervously as I remembered the first time he told me he loved me while he was buried deep inside me in that limo.

Shit, that limo night was amazing.

And gone. Which I had to remember.

“What do you want Jack?” I asked, probably a bit more breathlessly than I should have been so like the classy girl I never claimed to be, I took an even larger swallow of my cheap wine and set it forcefully down on the counter.

“I need to see you.” He said it so matter of fact; I thought I had missed some important part of the conversation. He sounded like he was asking me to take care of his dry cleaning, or handing me over his grocery list and my stomach dropped to my knees at the very thought that all passion, all want and desire – and even love – he felt for me, really was gone now.

“When?” Man I hoped my voice sounded as emotionless as his did when I answered.

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“Now.” He said it softly and just a few seconds later, I heard a soft knocking on my apartment door.

“I’m busy right now.” A slight smile tilted one corner of my lips and I tried not to move a single muscle knowing Jack was just a few feet away from me, on the other side of the door.

I looked down at my rumpled clothes I had been in all day long and decided I at least had a few minutes to change into something else a little better for an encounter with him this late at night.

Moving slowly so I didn’t giveaway that I was in fact, at home and doing nothing besides drinking alone, I shuffled quietly down the hall to my room.

“You’re not busy. And if you are, you need to get home so I can see you.”

I tsked twice. “I’m not sure you get to boss me around anymore, Jack.” But I was smiling, and the humor in my voice gave me away immediately.

He didn’t miss a thing.

“Open your door, Emma.” His voice was just a little bit tighter, a little bit tenser and I knew I was running low on time before he started flipping out on me. Five minutes, tops.

“I’m not at home, Jack.” I removed my pants, slowly sliding my panties down with my nasty and faded black yoga pants. I don’t know what in the hell came over me but my fingers paused just briefly at the apex of my thighs and I could feel how turned on I was.

Jack did that to me, always. I didn’t even know if there was a future for us, but just hearing the smoothing timbre of his deep voice coming through my phone as I wiggled out of five year old sweat pants was enough to turn me on.

“Don’t mess with me, tonight, babe. It’s important. Now open your door.”

I detected the slightest amount of humor in his voice and laughed just a little bit.

“You have about thirty seconds to get to this door before I start banging on the door so loudly it wakes up your neighbors and Logan; and then you’ll have to waste your entire night getting him back to sleep.”

I smiled. “Ah, but then you wouldn’t get to talk to me like you so desperately want to.”

His frustrated growl came through the phone. I moved it away from my ear and threw on my robe. The one he hated. The one he had told me he didn’t want me wearing ever again.

“All right, all right,” I feigned irritation and began moving toward the door. “I’m coming.”

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