“You’re staring,” Jack accused, his lips twitching.
I resisted the urge to cover my face. “It’s the glasses. They ... do things to me.”
“The glasses?” he asked incredulously.
I jolted as the hand beneath my skirt moved behind my knee. “Yes!”
“I didn’t realize you were into reading glasses, Clyde. These eyes are from the 1900s, you know. I need them to see.”
“You’re hot, okay?” I managed through my laughter.
He snorted.
“And, now,” I added, “I know what you look likenaked.” I whispered the final word.
Jack rolled his eyes, but he was smiling widely. “Is that going to be too distracting for you?” He gasped dramatically. “Were you picturing me naked while we were playing softball yesterday?”
I laughed, and he grabbed my hand before I could cover my mouth.
“You’re out of control,” he teased. “I’m more than just slutty little glasses and a man-bun.”
My giggles had me bending forward, collapsing into Jack’s arms. “You’re ridiculous,” I managed through my laughter, suddenly amazed that he could draw out this happiness when I’d been so lost and adrift moments ago, trapped in a minefield of my own making.
Eyes alight, Jack encouraged me forward, onto his lap. I came willingly, straddling his thighs and draping my arms across his firm shoulders.
“That’s alright,” he said, the hushed words ghosting across my lips. “You can objectify me.”
“Oh, yeah?” I breathed as desire clenched low in my belly at our proximity and his teasing.
“Sure. It’s only fair. I’m imagining you naked right now.” He paired the admission with a firm squeeze to my backside.
He grinned as he leaned in, pressing his lips to mine. The kiss flared into existence, hot and incendiary in an instant.
I sucked on Jack’s tongue, groaning as his busy fingers worked their way up my skirt. Rough palms smoothed the length of my thighs before he cupped my center over my underwear.
Despite being locked in our own little bubble, I was conscious of being in a public place. I knew I couldn’t be too loud, and part of me worried about Jack.
After a firm bite to my bottom lip, he retreated. “What’s wrong? You got all tense. Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” I panted, breath embarrassingly short after what we’d done. “I just don’t want you to get fired.”
Jack’s expression fought valiantly between confusion and amusement. “You—you don’t want me to get fired?”
“I don’t want to get you in trouble. You’re supposed to be working.”
He sighed, but his hazel eyes sparkled. Then, as he spoke, his thumb found my clit and started circling. “I can’t get fired. I’m in charge tonight, okay. You don’t have to worry about me.”
I nodded quickly, distracted by his thumb but also trying to focus on his words. He couldn’t get fired. That was good. I guessed he was managing Magnolia tonight or something. “Okay.”
He grinned. “Now, can I get back to getting you off? You are really ruining the naughty thing we have going on here.”
“Sure,” I replied, fighting a moan. “Sorry. I just couldn’t get into the moment if I thought you were going to get in trouble.”
“I know. You’re such a good girl.”
My lips parted at his words, a flush blooming beneath my skin.
“We’ll explore that later.” And then he was kissing me deeply, at the same time he swept my underwear aside and plunged two fingers deep inside me.
