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“Damn it.” Harry hasn’t seen it before, but I’m hoping she can find it. I’ll look, too, but I want to get back into Lacey Photography because apart from Quinate photos, they tend to have a cornucopia of rich people wearing their jewels in photographic form. Which I guess isn’t surprising since it’s a photo studio.
Anywhere’s a good place to start, and it also gets my mind off Hendrick and stops me giving into the urge to crawl back under the covers with Jac.
Jac mutters something, and I look at him, heart squeezing tight. When he sleeps it’s like a glimpse to how he might have looked when he was a boy, before joy and love was stolen from him. His mother, and then… Lili.
The bond of love that causes hate between the two men. And now I’m doing the same, I suspect. Except I’m lust that causes hate.
I crawl over the bed, closer to Jac, and I stroke my hand over his cheek, and then lean in and bite his lip.
“Fuck!”
He snaps awake and tumbles me so fast, I’m under him with his very sudden and hard morning wood poking into me. A bullseye, right between the thighs.
“When you wake a sleeping Jac, a fucking blowjob is nice. And…” He kisses me and looks down. “Why are you dressed and where did these fucking clothes come from?”
“Jac shouldn’t leave his credit card lying around.”
“You got shit delivered?” He bites my throat. “Who the fuck delivers this early?”
“When I have a Quinate’s card…the hours aren’t regular and they deliver quickly.”
He rolls off me. “You’re a fucking thief.”
“I know.”
He just laughs. “You’re lucky I’ve got shit today to do. Going to have a shower.”
“Going in search of coffee.” I get off the bed as he gets up, and he makes no effort to hide that erection. In fact he strokes it.
Lewd and crude.
For my benefit.
It fucking works because I’m getting wet.
I lift my eyes. “Jac?”
“Want to help a man out?”
“No.”
“Fucking heartless whore.”
“Vile asshole.”
He grins like I told him I love him.
“Have you seen this?” I hold out the burner.
He stops masturbating and looks at it. “No, but I’ve got cufflinks with that stone…”
“I’ll send it to Hendrick.”
“Fuck me, now you’re killing my boner?”
“You’ll live.” I leave the bedroom and take the stairs, texting the photo to Hendrick.
“Miss Rossi.”
