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A small smile breaks over his face, something dark and dangerous in his eyes, as he whispers, “We’ll see about that.”
Jack pulls my shirt open and drags my bra down to suck on my tits. My nipples ache from his tongue's constant flicking.
My pussy undulates wildly as he fingers me roughly. I close my eyes, panting, as the friction of his fingers against my walls increases. My spine tingles, and I arch into his mouth as he tugs my nipples between his teeth.
He then went down on me and sucked hard on my already very sensitive clit. He kept fingering me and I felt my juices dripping out of my pussy. As he licked me incessantly, I lose track of time. I start feeling the climax building up, my throat closing and the pressure behind my eyes increasing. I grip on his hair and press his face further against my pussy. A few licks more and I could no longer hold it. I let out a cry as pleasure ripples up my sternum like an icy prickle, and I tighten my fingers around his hair. He digs his knuckles in, twisting and curling his fingers inside my pussy, as if he had made it his mission to extract every last drop of pleasure from me.
I can't breathe under the waves of heat that crash into my chest. Jack groans gutturally, trailing kisses from my chest to my mouth.
I twitch in residual pleasure as he pulls his fingers out of my channel, and tenderly nibbles my jaw. “Admit it.”
“I h— hate you,” I whimper pathetically, and he smirks against my jaw. He sucks on his fingers as he straightens to look at me warmly. Seeing his tongue slip sensually between his fingers sends fire through my veins.
“Oh-h...”
“You hate me,but,” He trails off expectantly, his loud murmur in my ears. I close my eyes, struggling to catch my breath as soft shocks of pleasure radiate from my pussy. “Don’t lie, remember.”
My mouth is dry, my lips sticking together as I crack open my eyes. Catching his gaze, I clear my throat while Jack waits, anticipation rampaging across his expression.
I’m still aching, needing to feel his fingers inside me again. I let out a small whimper and looked at him pleadingly, “Are you just going to stop?”
“Did you like that?” he asks with a smirk.
“I— it was the best,” I say, hoping he’ll carry on.
“Don’t forget that the next time you doubt yourself.” He says gruffly, turning away from me, and my breath hitches in surprise.
I dazedly pull my jeans up over my hips, staring at his back before it disappears around the partition. Was that Jack's way of trying to comfort me?
CHAPTERTHIRTEEN
Jack
“I’ve created a monster,” I mutter, and Jimmy looks at me questioningly from across my desk. Pinching the bridge of my nose, I shake my head and sigh. “At the very least, I’ve got Heather in my pocket. It took a few weeks, though. You know, Jimmy, sometimes you have great ideas. Making this seem like I was doing her a life service was the right way to go.”
“Heather? I told you, Boss,” Jimmy grins, stretching his arms above his head and groaning in satisfaction. I smirk. “Women are somethin’ else, man. They ain’t stupid—especially when it comes to men’s bullshit. I remember my mom always telling me never to fuck with women ‘cause I won’t win. And she’s never wrong, my mom.”
“She’s decent,” I reply, stroking my chin thoughtfully. “Decent shot. Decent demeanor. Decent looks. She’s perfect. That whole ‘being honest’ thing struck a chord, so thanks for that.”
“And she’s on board?” He posits, and I nod. Jimmy frowns under tightly knit brows. “What’re you gonna do next?”
“I want to get her in with Wallace as soon as possible for some prosthetics,” My answer eases the tension in Jimmy’s brows. “It shouldn’t take long. Even though it’s obvious she’s better than average with a gun, I want to test her hand-to-hand combat. I need her to get to Shaw, so the sooner, the better. Speaking of, any news from inside our Dear Mayor’s office?”
“She’s been nervous ever since you cornered her,” Jimmy shrugs. “She’s made a couple phone calls to that number we identified. Again, only her side of the conversation. But she did say a name. Long.”
“As in, Norman Long, that damned FBI idiot?” I sit up sharply, and Jimmy grunts in agreement. How’d that motherfucker keep his job after I obliterated his last attempt at a case on me? Grimacing, I sit back hard and rub my face. “Shit. He really doesn’t give up, huh?”
“You’ve got a little bromance going on with him,” Jimmy’s nonchalant comment makes me choke on my breath, and I glare at him. He doesn’t give a shit, though, scratching his scalp roughly. “He’s the only one that’s come so close to you. Granted, it wasn’t nearly close enough, but I know you like the thrill, Jack. It excites you that he even got to the point of presenting a case to the Attorney General.”
“It excites me knowing I’ll get to watch him try so hard only to be crushed under my heel,” I grumble, but I don’t deny Jimmy’s assessment. Yeah, I admit it. Norman Long is a dog with a bone, and I love toying with him. He won’t give up, no matter what. He’d been demoted for his failure on a two-year-long case against me. “I still wish I could’ve seen his face when he was demoted for misuse of resources and having nothing after two years of dedicated work.”
“You act like he’s bad at his job, and you didn’t blackmail his supervisor,” My best lackey says, deadpanned, and I throw back my head and laugh. Palming the desk hard, I grin with vicious satisfaction before Jimmy stands up and snatches his phone. “Well, I’m out, Boss. Call me if you need me. I’ll make those appointments and text you later.”
“Thanks,” I grunt absently, and Jimmy leaves me in lonely silence. Trouble worms up my neck and between my brows.
Norman Long. A thorn in my fucking side if there ever was one. I swivel my chair to look out the window at the grounds of the sprawling mansion. “I could just kill him... but where’s the fun in that?”
Norman Long will never get close enough to arrest me. He's also a stiff, straight-laced son of a bitch. He will not, no matter how badly he wants to, lower himself to murder me. Regardless of what I do, how heinous my crimes are, or how many people I harm. He's the type who believes in justice.
