Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30401 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 152(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30401 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 152(@200wpm)___ 122(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
I part mine ever so slightly in preparation. I’ve never been this ready for anything before. I close my eyes, ready to receive his kiss, but he lets go of my face and pulls away. Devastated, I open my eyes and look at him. I open my mouth, ready to ask him why he would just pull away from me like that, but my words are stopped in my throat.
Before I can speak, he grabs my arms and pulls me onto his lap. He reaches around to the back of my head with one hand and holds the small of my back with the other as he slams his mouth to mine and kisses me with desperate urgency. He coaxes my lips to part, and when it does, he slides his tongue inside my mouth. Yes. Yes. Yes.
It’s raw, aggressive, and animalistic. How could I have expected anything less from him?
I can feel his stiff erection through his sweatpants, and my insides throb, knowing that he’s intentionally planted me there. I wonder if it would be acceptable to rub myself against it. I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want that, so I do.
With his lips still locked against mine, he moves his hands down to my hips and glides me against his crotch. The roughness of the fabric between us rubs against my sensitive spots, sending shockwaves to my brain.
He takes one hand off my hip and slips it under my shirt. I feel his big, rough hand cup one of my breasts and squeeze. I love feeling his hands on my naked flesh, and I arch my back and clutch his shoulders. He lifts my shirt and drops his head, licking my nipples until they’re hard as rocks.
“You have beautiful tits,” he whispers and squeezes them again.
I’m sweating, panting like a wild beast, and ready for anything that he has in store for me. I want to be at the mercy of his imagination but the red phone hanging on the wall begins to ring and his body becomes stiff as a board.
“Fuck…” He shakes his head, nostrils flaring. He lifts me off his lap and sets me back down on the sofa. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’ve got to cut this meeting short, but we’ll pick up where we left off. I promise.”
Cursing under his breath, he leaves me there and goes to his office. I hear the door slam behind him and go upstairs to my room, trying to steady my heartbeat. I get ready for bed but I don’t think I’ll be getting much sleep tonight. This interlude with Jack has awakened something in me that won’t easily go away.
I don’t know how long it took for me to fall asleep, but I feel someone shaking me awake. I open my eyes, stunned to see Jack’s mountainous silhouette on the edge of my bed.
“Is something wrong?” I ask, wiping my eyes.
“I have to leave. I didn’t want to go without telling you goodbye.”
“Leave? What do you mean?”
“Business. I have to take a trip. I should be back in about a week. Take care of Macy. You’re doing great with her.” He kisses my forehead. “Go back to sleep. I’ll see you soon.”
My heart sinks and I feel like I want to cry. I’ve only just met him, but I know I’m going to miss him more than anything.
5
JACK
The pressures of being the boss of a crime family are huge, but I’ve always handled them very well for a man my age. Most men who have held the title have been twenty years older than me, but my family is new.
We’re what the old timers call the next generation Irish.
This trip was my attempt to form an alliance with one of the older, more established families. We share a common enemy so an alliance makes sense. As important as this trip is to my future, I continually find myself getting distracted by thoughts of Jessie. Now that it’s time to make the trip home, I feel the obsession growing even stronger. Fatigue is weighing heavy on my shoulder, but I can’t wait to see her again.
The car rolls up through the gates and up to the house. It’s late and I expect everyone to be asleep inside. I unlock the front door, hear the soft click, and hang my overcoat in the front closet.
Traveling always puts my senses on high alert. Even with the best security, you never know who might be waiting in the shadows to take a shot at you. The familiar scent of home wraps around me, and I’m briefly taken aback by how I never really treated it as such until Jessie came along.
The first thing on my agenda is to pour a drink to settle my nerves so I head to the kitchen. As I turn the corner, I stop in my tracks. Jessie is standing with her back to me searching for something in the refrigerator. She’s standing on her toes, causing her tiny nightshirt to ride up and expose her pink panties.