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“You’vegotto stop with the lifting.”
“Let me take you out,” he said again. “Somewhere ridiculously expensive where we can start fresh.”
Cupping his face, I said, “We already started fresh.” He looked surprised. “I’m not dragging you over coals. I asked and you explained. I see how it could get out of hand and I’m not going to hold it against you.”
Tilting his head, he frowned. “I don’t…is it that easy?”
“Jack, Ilikeyou. All other signs in your life point to a normal man who gets pissed when women are disrespected, works hard, and has a soft spot formoi.”
Strong fingers gripped my ass and pulled me to the edge of the dresser so he could grind his cock against me.
“Also, you deliver orgasms like a fucking machine.”
He separated my robe and looked down to watch the head slide between my lips. I dropped my head back on my shoulders.
“You’re killing me, Jack.”
“I hunger for you, Petra.”
Then he carried me back to bed and as he followed me down to my mattress, I thought, “He’s going to keep lifting me. No matter what I say, he’s gonna do it.”
It was the last coherent thought I had for hours.
* * *
Over the next two months, Jack and I learned what a relationship between us could be.
We didn’t define it to ourselves or anyone else but we spent our spare time together. I met his friends and he met mine. We had Sunday brunches with our mothers.
I attended a gala with him where he received an award for his work covering a conflict on the African coast. I stood up and clapped louder than the rest of the room. When he was leaving the stage, I wolf-whistled and made him blush.
A week later, he was my escort to the grand opening of a hotel my mother bought and renovated. I’d done all the marketing and website development.
Halfway through the evening, he pulled me into an alcove and growled, “Your brilliance makes me hard.” Then proceeded to molest me ten feet from two hundred guests.
It was extraordinary.
He took an assignment in Ireland and I asked him a million questions while he packed his gear case. Laughing, he opened his travel bag and handed me the ticket he bought me.
“We’ll be gone six days and I have all the chargers you need to work. Pack your shit and I assume your passport is up to date.”
The following month, he insisted I join him in the middle of a job in Tokyo. “I haven’t seen you in ten days. Help me get through this and I’ll fuck you stupid.”
“Charmer,” I told him as I started packing.
He joined me for a business trip to New York and when my client needed stills, I suggested him.
Wherever we traveled for business, we took an extra day or so to relax. Since both of us worked all the time, it looked like we took alotof vacations on social media.
We were six months into a relationship we didn’t technically refer to as a relationship when he called me in a panic.
“Petra! Ineedyou to come with me to Greece.”
“Why?”
“I don’t speak the language, beauty. My client doesn’t speak a word of English. Help me out.”
“Yeah, because trips to my ancestral country are so difficult for me. Of course I’ll go! Give me the details.”
