Page 8 of Stalked By the Accountant

My eyes prickle with tears at his confession.

We share a smile—a silent promise to keep letting each other in, little by little. The chatter of the restaurant fades away. In this moment, it's just me and Jack and the potential beginning to something real.

Jack's eyes are tender as he gazes at me across the table. For a moment, neither of us speaks, letting the significance of our shared confessions settle between us.

And then, I don't know what comes over me, but I slide my hand on top of his.

Jack looks down at where I'm voluntarily touching him like he can't believe I'm doing it.

My cheeks flame in embarassment, and I go to pull my hand back, but Jack covers it with his own, his eyes boring into mine as he grabs the back of my head and pulls me to him, kissing me over the table.

And I suddenly forget all about where we are. The restaurant fades away as our tongues tangle.

Passion ignites between us as Jack's hand travels up my thigh. I moan into his mouth, the heat between us threatening to consume us both.

But then a waiter clears his throat, reminding us of our surroundings. We break apart, breathless and flushed.

Jack's hand remains on my thigh, his thumb making slow circles that make me ache for more.

"Let's go back to my place," he suggests, his voice low and husky.

I nod, unable to form words.

We pay the bill and quickly leave the restaurant, practically running to Jack's car. As soon as we're inside, Jack presses me against the door and kisses me deeply, his hands roaming over my body.

I moan again, my desire for him growing with each passing second.

He kisses me four, five times before he finally pulls back with a groan. "As much as I want you, beautiful, I don't want it to be like this. In a car. I need you stretched out on my bed so I can worship you like the goddess you are." He takes in a shaky breath before he pins me in his gaze, “So, if you can hold on for just a few minutes, I promise I’ll give you exactly what you need once I get you home.

My soul soars at his words, and I can’t do anything but give him the slightest nod.

And that’s all it takes. My breath catches as he pulls back and slams the car into drive.

Neither of us speaks as he races to his place. I'm throbbing all over and pressing my legs together to try to ease the ache. When I glance over, I see the huge bulge in Jack's pants.

That bulge is forme.

Finally, we reach his apartment and Jack practically drags me inside. Once the door is closed, he pushes me against the wall and resumes kissing me with a ferocity that takes my breath away.

I can feel his hardness pressing against me, and I know that I want him more than anything I've ever wanted before.

"Bedroom," I manage to gasp out, and Jack nods, picking me up and carrying me down the hall.

Once we're in the bedroom, he lays me down gently on the bed and begins to undress me with a reverence that astounds me.

As he removes each article of clothing, he kisses every inch of my skin, making me shiver with pleasure.

Finally, I'm completely naked before him, and he takes a moment to look at me, his eyes tracing every curve and line.

Jack removes his clothes slowly, and then he joins me on the bed, kissing me again.

I have to push him back to take a breath. "Jack," I plead.

Jack's eyes blaze with desire, and he nods. "I know, baby. I got you."

He cups my face in his hands, his eyes seeking out mine as he lines himself up with me. "I want you to know that this means something. This meanseverything," he corrects himself. "You mean everything."

My breath catches as a lump forms in my throat. "Jack," I whisper his name like it's a prayer, and he crashes his lips down onto me as he pushes against my virgin barrier.

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