more than base sexual attraction was with a woman he was paying to be his temporary wife.
Jack had known it would feel good to have Kelly in his arms but he had no idea how good. He was actually glad to have his aunt in the house; to have an excuse to wrap himself around Kelly, to kiss her and touch her as he would if she were really his wife. The smell of her shampoo was enticing; a mixture of Jasmine and something else he couldn’t identify. It made him think of summer nights and he found himself wanting to bury his head in the scent of her and nuzzle her neck. With her curvy figure fitting perfectly against him, he had difficulty focusing on the movie. Instead, Jack’s mind was assaulted with images of her in his bed, entwined in his arms, under him, over him, looking down from on top of him with her beautiful curly waves of hair framing her face above him. He felt like he was under attack and he seemed to be defenseless against this woman.
Jack could feel Kelly’s breathing speed up and knew she was feeling the same things he was. He stifled a laugh when Kelly hopped off the couch half an hour into the movie and yawned.
“I’m more tired than I thought I was. I think I’ll just head up to bed early. Good night, Aunt Mabry. Good night, Jack,” Kelly said as she slipped from the room.
“Good night, sweetheart,” Jack barely managed to get out before she was gone.
***
Kelly sprinted up the stairs and tried to clear her head of the images of her and Jack together, wrapped around each other on the couch, but when she slid in between the sheets after getting ready for bed, she groaned. She had forgotten that she was getting into Jack’s bed and now she was once again surrounded by his scent.
As Kelly had sank into Jack’s arms when they sat on the couch watching the movie, she fought to remind herself that this wasn’t real, that Jack was only putting on a show for his aunt. The hard part was dealing with how incredibly aroused she was as she leaned against Jack’s hard chest. She had smelled his aftershave, a slightly spicy but clean smell that wasn’t overpowering. Kelly’s brain began to feel like scrambled eggs when Jack absentmindedly started to rub his thumb in small circles on her arm. She began to wonder what his hands would feel like on the rest of her body – what those small circles would do if applied to just the right place. Kelly had a feeling Jack would know just where to touch her, just how to touch her, to make her melt. If she didn’t do something about this soon, she’d be crawling all over him.
Kelly had fought to focus on the movie and ignore his scent, his presence, the hard feel of his strong body underneath her. But no matter how much she tried, she couldn’t stop the flood of arousal between her legs, the tingling need in her breasts as she ached to feel his hands on her without her clothes on and without someone else in the room. In the end, she had to flee the room or risk letting him know what a fool she was, how attracted to him she was. She didn’t want Jack to know that she didn’t have it in her to just fake it around his aunt, or that she was falling for real and didn’t know how much longer she could control herself.
Chapter Fourteen
The morning after her first night in Jack’s bed, Kelly woke to find that Jack had already gone for the day. She had heard him come into the room the night before and had held her breath as she listened to him get ready for bed. She feigned sleep as he brushed his teeth and slipped out of his clothes. When he slipped between the sheets in nothing but boxer shorts, Kelly thought she would burst but she focused on keeping her breath steady so that she wouldn’t have to face Jack.
With a sigh, Kelly slipped from the bed and showered and dressed, then headed downstairs for breakfast. She found Jack, Aunt Mabry, and Mrs. Poole in the kitchen.
“Good morning, dear,” Mrs. Poole called out cheerfully, making Kelly smile. Jack and Aunt
Jack had known it would feel good to have Kelly in his arms but he had no idea how good. He was actually glad to have his aunt in the house; to have an excuse to wrap himself around Kelly, to kiss her and touch her as he would if she were really his wife. The smell of her shampoo was enticing; a mixture of Jasmine and something else he couldn’t identify. It made him think of summer nights and he found himself wanting to bury his head in the scent of her and nuzzle her neck. With her curvy figure fitting perfectly against him, he had difficulty focusing on the movie. Instead, Jack’s mind was assaulted with images of her in his bed, entwined in his arms, under him, over him, looking down from on top of him with her beautiful curly waves of hair framing her face above him. He felt like he was under attack and he seemed to be defenseless against this woman.
Jack could feel Kelly’s breathing speed up and knew she was feeling the same things he was. He stifled a laugh when Kelly hopped off the couch half an hour into the movie and yawned.
“I’m more tired than I thought I was. I think I’ll just head up to bed early. Good night, Aunt Mabry. Good night, Jack,” Kelly said as she slipped from the room.
“Good night, sweetheart,” Jack barely managed to get out before she was gone.
***
Kelly sprinted up the stairs and tried to clear her head of the images of her and Jack together, wrapped around each other on the couch, but when she slid in between the sheets after getting ready for bed, she groaned. She had forgotten that she was getting into Jack’s bed and now she was once again surrounded by his scent.
As Kelly had sank into Jack’s arms when they sat on the couch watching the movie, she fought to remind herself that this wasn’t real, that Jack was only putting on a show for his aunt. The hard part was dealing with how incredibly aroused she was as she leaned against Jack’s hard chest. She had smelled his aftershave, a slightly spicy but clean smell that wasn’t overpowering. Kelly’s brain began to feel like scrambled eggs when Jack absentmindedly started to rub his thumb in small circles on her arm. She began to wonder what his hands would feel like on the rest of her body – what those small circles would do if applied to just the right place. Kelly had a feeling Jack would know just where to touch her, just how to touch her, to make her melt. If she didn’t do something about this soon, she’d be crawling all over him.
Kelly had fought to focus on the movie and ignore his scent, his presence, the hard feel of his strong body underneath her. But no matter how much she tried, she couldn’t stop the flood of arousal between her legs, the tingling need in her breasts as she ached to feel his hands on her without her clothes on and without someone else in the room. In the end, she had to flee the room or risk letting him know what a fool she was, how attracted to him she was. She didn’t want Jack to know that she didn’t have it in her to just fake it around his aunt, or that she was falling for real and didn’t know how much longer she could control herself.
Chapter Fourteen
The morning after her first night in Jack’s bed, Kelly woke to find that Jack had already gone for the day. She had heard him come into the room the night before and had held her breath as she listened to him get ready for bed. She feigned sleep as he brushed his teeth and slipped out of his clothes. When he slipped between the sheets in nothing but boxer shorts, Kelly thought she would burst but she focused on keeping her breath steady so that she wouldn’t have to face Jack.
With a sigh, Kelly slipped from the bed and showered and dressed, then headed downstairs for breakfast. She found Jack, Aunt Mabry, and Mrs. Poole in the kitchen.
“Good morning, dear,” Mrs. Poole called out cheerfully, making Kelly smile. Jack and Aunt
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