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His low groans of satisfaction send new shockwaves right through me, reaching places I never even knew existed inside me, making me moan louder and feel that climax looming quicker again.
Jack senses it, and it pleases him, but I know he wants to pleasure me some more and so I lose myself in tracing my hands through his hair, feeling his shoulders under my knees when I hook my legs over them.
I can feel my chest heaving under my bra, and once Jack starts to tug at me, pulling my whole body with his strength with each bucking of my own hips, one of the girls lets herself free.
Jack’s hand automatically reaches up, without even looking. He owns every inch of me just from his touch and senses a new avenue of pleasure soon.
His thick fingers circle my stiff nipple, right at the same moment his teeth gently scrape my swollen clit.
Taking Jack’s advice, and without even meaning to, I hear my own voice rising as if it’s far away.
Like I’m calling out to him in the middle of a storm.
Starting to call his name until I’m practically screaming it.
Just when I don’t think I can take anymore when it feels like I’m about to burst.
I guess I kind of do.
My whole body tightens, and my head jerks back as I grab handfuls of his hair.
His groan is a growl now, and his tongue savoring my essence as I feel myself shudder to an intense climax.
His hands that are so strong become so gentle as it washes over me. Tracing his fingers and gently using his mouth to ease me through until the end of what has to be the single most powerful experience of my life so far.
Lifting himself up and using one strong arm to prop himself up, he kisses me again.
Tasting myself on him, along with his own arousal is exciting, but I panic.
“I’m… I’m a virgin,” I blurt out, pressing my palms flat against his chest, shaking my head as though it’s the worst thing in the world.
He looks confused for a second, but then smiles and finally chuckles to himself.
Feeling my hands pressing harder against him. Pushing him away, I tell him I shouldn’t be here, that I have to go.
He moves off me, letting me grab my clothes, but I can tell he’s as stunned as much as I’m dying to go and I don’t even know why.
“Avery, wait,” he calls after me, just before I reach the door, having pulled on my clothes as best I can.
But I don’t look back after I unlock the door and pull it open.
I know I’m going to regret this, but I just don’t know what else to do.
“Avery,” Jack calls out, one last time before I reach the stairs, hustling down three flights before I take an elevator back down to the bottom floor.Chapter EightJackWhat the fuck just happened?
What the hell was that?
If I was anywhere else, I’d be shouting for someone, demanding to explain what that was all about.
A part of me wants to chase after her, make her explain.
But what good would that do? I thought she wanted me, she got to second base and bailed.
Simple.
You lose Jack boy, you can’t have it your way all the time.
I stand in the doorway for a while, staring at the empty space between the office and the closed stairwell door. The echo of the heavy door still ringing in my ears by the time I close the office door and slump down into the large leather chair behind the desk.
Everything’s old here, but there are modern telephones, USB ports, and a drawer full of remotes. A TV in the paneling that sort of thing.
I wanted to have my office here, move the whole operation to this building.
But what now?
None of it means anything without her. Without Avery.
Growling, I stand up and start to pace, replaying everything in my mind over and over, double-checking I didn’t do or say the wrong thing.
“I just don’t get it,” I shout, holding both hands up and shaking my fists in the air.
Well, there’s no point in chasing her if she’s upset. I don’t want to make things worse, whatever it is I’ve done I don’t want to add to it.
Navigating the little switchboard of the phone, I manage to get a hold of Jason, the district manager.
He’s obviously good at what he does, and his first questions are all about what I want him to do next.
I like that attitude, taking directions but trusting enough to be left alone with them.
But my own mind… my own heart has its own agenda.
“Where’s Avery?” I bark at him, listening while he tries to decide what to say.
I realize too, I don’t even know her last name.
“Well?” I almost shout at him. “She was in the front display window, putting up that tree. Where is she?” I ask him again, feeling my panic rise for some reason.
