Page 19 of Handcuffed Hussy
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Bailey
Jack sat in my living room, on the same couch where he'd started this bizarre day. Even after warning him I'd be a while, he settled in with my TV remote, saying he had no issue waiting.
I didn't know where serious-all-the-time-stick-up-his-ass Jack went, but I wouldn't mind this good-natured version staying a while. I closed my bedroom door, not to save my virtue, but to have the privacy needed to make a few changes on my laptop. Hoping the water noise would drown out my keystrokes, I started the shower.
I quickly navigated to my company's website and took down the coding that had caused my little designers to get preferential treatment in online searches. I didn't necessarily feel that what I'd been doing was wrong, but I knew I couldn't start something with Jack and still be doing anything technically illegal. It just wasn't right, and I didn't feel good about potentially starting a relationship with that between us.
That little grey area brightened to a squeaky clean white, I hopped in the shower and made sure all skin surfaces were hair-free. I had a hot man to wine and dine tonight and I didn't know where the evening would end, but if it ended in my bed like I hoped, I didn't want him dealing with a wooly mammoth.
I picked out another short dress, this time a teal color, pairing it with silver high heels. A little spent time in front of my mirror and I had a smoky eye look with a nude lip. I left my hair down but tried to tame it a bit with a round brush and the blow dryer. A spritz of my favorite perfume and I was ready for whatever Jack had in mind. See? I was totally easy going.
When I came out of the bedroom, Jack shut down the TV and jumped up to intercept me. He palmed my face and tilted my head back. That serious look was back in his eye, a delicious thrill running down my back. I liked playful Jack, now that I knew he existed, but damn, serious Jack was crazy hot.
"You look stunning. Thank you for letting me take you out even though I've been an ass since the day you met me." His rough voice pulled me in and turned me to mush. My inner sass sat down, finally quiet and all too happy to let him continue.
I blinked, trying to get my brain to reengage. My body was taking over, wanting more words, more touching, more heated looks from the man in front of me. I leaned in and nipped at the side of his throat, tasting him. Appetite whet, I kissed the other side of his throat, then his cheek, breathing in his unique scent.
I whispered to him, even as I found more skin that needed my mouth, "We better get out of here if we're going on that date."
Eyes half closed met mine, both of us drowning in our desire for each other. That heat we always had sparking now that we were allowing ourselves to touch and kiss and feel.
Jack grabbed my hand and launched us toward the front door.
"We're doing this. I want to take you out on a proper date. Then I'll let you get back to whatever magic you were doing there." He smirked over at me, even as we locked the door behind us and got in his car.
Jack took me to a new sushi place at Pacific City with views of the sunset on the beach. The place was dark and intimate, perfect for a first date. Perfect for me to slip my heel off and run my foot up his leg and into his lap. He didn't stop me, just grinned from ear to ear and shook his head at my antics.
The food was good. Okay, I seriously don't know what the food was like. I was too focused on Jack and shifting in my seat to alleviate the ache that had formed between my legs. I could have had the best sushi in the world and wouldn't have known it. Eventually, the check came, and we fought over it. Jack won, simply because he said he asked me on the date, which I conceded was true. I made a mental note to ask him out next so I could return the favor. Fair is fair, right?
Jack stood from his chair slowly, putting me directly in front of him, his hands on my hips. He was being weird, and I didn't know what his deal was. We made it out of the restaurant before he whipped me around and pushed me up against the side of the building.
He dropped his head and took a deep breath.
"What's wrong?" He was starting to freak me out. I was ready to go back to my place and find out how my detective used his gun, and he was over here being weird.
He chuckled darkly. "Someone was rubbing my dick with their foot all night. I needed you to shield the front of me when we walked out so I didn't get arrested for being indecent in public. But that kind of backfired on me because you had to sway your hips, purposely rubbing up against me. Do you have any idea how hard it is to walk with a steel rod in your jeans?" His face was right in mine, his expression fierce.
"Maybe you--"
He cut me off, which was probably just as well since my comment wouldn't be very helpful and I really liked what he did much better. His lips slammed down on mine, his tongue pushing into my mouth the same time he rocked his hips into me, letting me feel exactly how steely that rod was.
I barely registered a whistle from someone passing by, but Jack must have heard it loud and clear. He pulled away and dropped his hands, putting space between us. I licked my lips and tasted the wine he'd been drinking at dinner.
He growled at me, grabbed my hand, and walked us to the escalators down to the parking garage. I kept up in my heels, because I was practically born in heels, but I didn't like the way he dragged me around all the time.
"Could you slow down there, cowboy? Some of us are in very tall heels that aren't made to walk faster than a stroll."
Jack looked over at me and I could tell from the vein on the side of his forehead and the clenching of his jaw that he was nearing the end of his control. Which I liked. I needed to plan the timing perfectly so he lost it when we were home. Naked.
"No? Okay!" I cheerfully picked up my pace, and we made it to the car without another word spoken.
Once in the car, I slipped off my heels to give my feet a break and I implemented my plan to drive him insane. As soon as the car was on the road, I ran my hand up his thigh and stroked the goods. I looked straight ahead, seeing him grip the steering wheel tighter in my peripheral vision. Root to tip. Root to tip. Extra attention at the tip. Repeat.
Lucky for Jack, I lived close to Pacific City which put us in my driveway within eight minutes of leaving the parking garage. He was breathing hard by the time he ripped open his car door and came around the front. He pulled me up and out of the car, leaving my heels behind in his rush. He inserted my key in the door and then he was dragging me inside and slamming it shut.
"It's payback time." He was completely still, eyeing me where I stood.
