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neck. 
     
    "What?"
he asked, looking down at me as little creases sprang up around his eyes. 
     
    I
raised my eyebrows. "You want to go check out the view from my
place?"
     
    He
smiled. "I thought you'd never ask."
     
     
     

Chapter
14: Jack
     
     
     
    I
could barely concentrate on the road as I made my way back to Audrey's place.
Between the thought of what was coming and her hands around my waist, I was
absolutely driven to distraction. 
     
    I
also noticed that her hands were more relaxed around me than the first time she
rode with me, as if she was getting accustomed to being my pillion. And I could
feel my chest swelling with the satisfaction of knowing she was more comfortable
with me than ever. 
     
    Maybe
she was falling for me after all. 
     
    Or
at least ready to trust me again after the incident in Thailand. 
     
    The
tension between us on the way up to her floor was tangible, and I knew once I
put my hands on her, there would be no stopping me. 
     
    "Thanks
again for a lovely dinner, Jack," she said, keeping her distance on the
other side of the elevator.
     
    "Thanks
for being such good company," I said, admiring the way her black pants
hugged her curves. 
     
    "Oh
you haven't seen anything yet."
     
    I
smiled at the mischief in her eyes, feeling just as backed up as when I saw her
earlier. 
     
    She
took her time making her way down the hallway. 
     
    "Hurry
up," I said. "I'm in a rush."
     
    "For
what?"
     
    "You
know for what," I said, smacking her ass and thinking it must’ve been the
stuff of renaissance painter’s wet dreams.
     
    She
stepped inside and moved to close the door behind me, but I beat her to it,
swinging it shut with my foot as I slipped my hands around her waist and pulled
her to me. 
     
    Her
lips fell against mine like she'd been finding them for years, and as she
dragged the tip of her tongue along the roof of my mouth, I felt myself growing
against her, my jealous dick straining in my pants. 
     
    "Tell
me," she breathed, sliding a cupped hand over my cock as if she could
sense its eagerness. "Do you have a video of my lips around your dick from
the morning after the massage?"
     
    I
furrowed my brow at her. "I thought I did, but I must have recorded some
football over it by accident."
     
    She
raised her eyebrows. "Maybe we should make another one then," she
said, sinking her fingers into the bulge between us.
     
    "Would
you like me to be the director?" I asked. 
     
    Without
releasing me from her grip, she took a step back and shook her head.
"No," she said. "I don't think you'll be able to think clearly
enough for that."
     
    I
clenched my jaw. 
     
    "And
I don't think you'll have enough blood in your brain to do any acting either
once I get started. So why don't you leave the thinking to me and just make
yourself comfortable."
     
    I
was almost too anxious to speak. "Where?"
     
    She
cocked her head towards the door to her right, and I pushed it open. I could've
been seventeen again for how excited I was to be in her bedroom for the first
time. 
     
    "Lay
down," she said. "On the bed."
     
    I
did as she said, propping myself up on my elbows as I kicked my shoes off,
knocking them to the floor.
     
    Her
eyes were on mine as I unzipped my pants, and she watched intently as I wriggled
out of them, pulling my boxers down at the same time. 
     
    As
soon as my dick was visibly throbbing between us, she licked her lips and stepped
between my knees, making a come hither gesture with her finger.
     
    I
sat up and she set her fingers on the top button of my shirt, keeping her eyes
on mine the whole time.
     
    My
dick ached from the pain of being ignored. 
     
    I
tried to be patient while her delicate fingers unbuttoned my shirt, but it felt
like getting undressed had never taken so long.
     
    When
she finally reached the bottom button, she pushed my shirt open and off my
shoulders. "You look good enough to eat," she said, running her
hands down my