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“Don’t you dare,” he purred, so low that his voice came from deep within his chest. He didn’t want me to climax, that was obvious. He wanted me to sit here and take it. But even his tone, utterly dominant in its command, had me salivating—panting like a dog in heat.
He wasn’t going to let me go. Not that I could go anywhere. Jack’s semen was dripping down my leg, along with my own wetness. It was dark in the room, but I wasn’t going to chance the heads of house seeing it if I tried to escape.
Jack shifted once more. I almost slapped him, hiding my groan with a cough. I turned my head to catch his eye, but he was staring at one of the men, doing a wonderful impression of paying attention to what they were saying. Or maybe he was interested in the discussion—I didn’t know.
It wasn’t until I glanced down that I realized he couldn’t be listening—at least not fully. He was hard as a fucking rock, straining against the fabric of his luxurious suit pants. Smiling to myself, I knew what I would do.
Two could play at this game.
I pretended to wriggle away, forcing Jack to pull me back. I let him, my ass coming to rest next to his arousal. His nostrils flared, letting me know he was becoming frustrated as well.
Sliding my hand under the table, I rested my palm on his zipper. Jack trailed his fingers across my thigh, cupping the heat between my legs. I licked my lips, tightening my hold on his rigid cock. He was so solid that I could feel the outline of his throbbing crown.
“All right, I think that’s enough for today,” Jack boomed, interrupting Kieran. He lifted his glass in a half-salute to the other men. “Now get the fuck out.”
Oblivious to what was going on beneath the table, the mobsters were slow to rise, finishing off the last of their drinks and taking their time to shoot the breeze. Jack’s fingers tapped a rhythm against my pelvic bone. Sweat broke out across my brow as we waited for them to leave.
Kieran was the last to go, telling Jack he planned to visit Shannon and Charlie at the hospital. Jack nodded once, remaining silent. His erection, still cupped in my palm, engorged as the seconds ticked by.
“By the way, bro,” Kieran added, his hand on the doorknob. We glared at him, but Kieran was unphased. In fact, he looked as though he was barely containing his amusement. “You’ve got glitter all over you.”
When Kieran shut the door, Jack pushed his chair away from the table and spun me around to straddle him. I didn’t have the brainpower to be embarrassed by Kieran’s insinuating comment, although Jack did have glitter on his chin.
“You’re a fucking savage, lass,” Jack growled, his mouth descending on my neck.
He was pure, unadulterated sin. The way he kissed and grabbed made me feel sexier than any stage or dance ever could. He’d missed me, that was clear. He peeled the jacket from my arms, unzipped his pants, and I lifted my hips to give him full access.
“Guide yourself, dovey,” he cooed. His anger was absent, replaced by raw need. He traced his tongue over the pulse at my throat, sending goosebumps skittering across my skin. “I’ve ached for this. For you. I won’t last long.”
Doing just that, I impaled myself on his length. My body welcomed the pillar that nearly split me in half. I braced my hands on his shoulders, slow to lift. Jack’s green eyes shimmered, his chest heaving as he tried to control himself. His fingers twitched, delving into the plump flesh on my ass. I rolled my hips, sinking down to sheathe him completely.
“Dammit, Emma,” Jack cursed, transfixed by the spot where our bodies linked. He groaned at the sight, brushing his thumb over my swollen clit. I went off like a rocket, greedy as ever. My lips met his in a tangled rush, our tongues sliding in and out of each other’s mouths. He tasted like whiskey and warm caramel, driving me wild.
“Shit, shit, shit!” I moaned as Jack’s ministrations became more frantic. I cupped his jaw, running my fingers along the thick stubble there before fisting my hands in the curls at the nape of his neck. It felt amazing to have him in my arms again—like I was complete. I’d been living the last two weeks with half my soul missing.
But it was home now. Jack was home.
“You with me, dove?”
“Always,” I panted, sinking my teeth into the sensitive skin at the base of his neck.
Jack grabbed my torso, slamming me down onto him. I screwed my eyes shut, a fierce growl erupting from my throat, the sound echoing across the club. I didn’t give a shit who heard us. Jack grunted, pulling my hair back so he could see my face as he came. His hot cum spilled into me, his pupils blown, his jaw slack. God, I loved it when he looked at me like that—like I was the only thing he knew was real.
When we were sated, he pulled me to his built chest, his arms locked behind me in an earth-shattering embrace.
“That was a hell of a welcome home,” he joked, patting my ass. He lifted me off him and set me on my feet. “Let’s go home and get cleaned up, baby.”
“I can’t,” I replied, legs wobbling. These heels were killing me. “I’m meeting my parents and Ella for dinner in Midtown.”
Jack wiped my inner thighs with a fresh cocktail napkin, grinning up at me. I bit my lip—just to be sure I wasn’t dreaming—at how handsome he looked. He was all refreshed and satisfied, almost buoyant. I’d been worried about what mood he’d be in upon his return, but this was better than expected.
“Then we’ll go to the greenroom and get changed.” He stood, taking my hand in his. “Mick will bring my bag in from the car. And let’s tie your hair back. It looks like you just had the life fucked out of you.”
I laughed at that. “I think I did.”
Chapter Fourteen
Jack
