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I looked back at the table where everyone was sitting. They were chatting and didn’t seem to be paying attention to me or Jack. Likely didn’t even know he’d come in.
“And, no,” I answered his earlier question. “I didn’t have any idea that you were standing right there.”
I chanced a quick glance at him, because anything too long and I’d get caught up. He sat on a bar stool and faced me. The way he moved was so fluid and commanding, he was like some cosmic force.
“You’re like Bruce Wayne or something. Lurking discreetly,” I said.
“That’s not what I’m talking about. Though the Bruce Wayne reference is mildly flattering.” His voice was low, deep, and just loud enough for me to hear but still keep our conversation private. Like all his attention and every syllable was meant for my ears alone, and the thought made me both hot and happy.
Keeping Jack’s focus was a prize to be won. It was an understanding I’d realized from the moment I met him. It was also something I craved. Something I’d do a lot to keep.
“Then, what are you talking about?”
He glanced at the bartender. “All these men in here have their eyes on you.”
“That’s not true.” I said instantly, looking around. People were having conversations, holding eye contact with the ones they came with. Certainly not on me.
“You don’t have to stare to notice someone. It’s a quick glance, a small linger of the eyes,” he said this while those dark pools of obsidian did a little lingering of their own, down the front of me, then back to my face in a lazy sweep.
“Why would they look at me?” I turned a little to face him more fully.
“Because you radiate a kind of need that calls to a man. The kind that makes them wonder how they can be the one to give you want, which you are silently begging for.”
“They don’t look at me the way you do,” I said softly.
He grinned. I loved it when he did that. “They better not. Because I was not only looking, but recalling.” His gaze trailed lower, to my breasts, then thighs. Thighs that were swaying a little and brushing against the inside of his. It was then I realized I was the one gravita
ting toward him and standing between his bent knees.
“I know what’s beneath that dress. They don’t.” He leaned just a fraction closer. “I know what you taste like. The sexy sounds you make when I lick your sweet pussy. The look of you well satisfied and sprawled out on my desk.”
His hand lifted to adjust his tie, but as he went, he skimmed the back of his knuckles against my stomach, between the valley of my breasts and to my neck before leaving my skin. “You ruined that desk, you know? I can’t get a thing done. Every time I look at it, all I see is you.”
I swallowed hard. “First, I ruin your suit, then your desk. Perhaps I should start taking accounting on that so you don’t lose any profit.”
“Oh, I profit greatly.”
“Is that part of the power you were talking about?”
“It’s part of who I am.”
“So, being with me gives you the power and control that you need?”
“Yes.”
I wanted more explanation and he knew it. But he wasn’t giving it up. Like he just said, it was part of who he was. Digging deeper into the why would be tough. For all of Jack’s honesty, he was careful with a lot of himself. It was because of that prized control that he didn’t give too much of himself away. Just enough to drive me crazy and want more.
But there was one thing I felt the need to ask. “Why me?”
He straightened and looked down at me. “Because, like I said before, you give off a need of your own. And I want to be the man you give it to you.”
“So, I’m a challenge?”
“Yes.”
That stung. So much that I had to run my hand over my cheek, because it felt so heated I wasn’t sure if I was blushing from confusion or if his words had found a way to physically slap me.
I faced the bar.
