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Jane or Elizabeth to hear, “I was with Jack’s sister for five years. And if you tell Jane that he’s Anne’s brother, you’re not getting that Tiger Balm back anytime this trip, li’l subby girl. I don’t want her obsessing about my ex for the rest of the week, which is exactly what will happen if she finds out who Jack is. So please.”
“Jack has a sister who’s a lesbian?”
“No, Jack has a bisexual sister, who is now a blissfully married woman with two precious little kids and a husband who worships her. We’re still very good friends and I wish her all the happiness in the world, but I also don’t want to screw with my current happiness. So please, Kate.”
I nodded, a little stunned but not wanting her to feel anxious that any of this would get back to Jane. Or Jack. Although presumably, he already knew.
It really was such a small world.
Chapter Seven
The elevator ride back up to the suite was torture. We stood at the rear, smiling politely and nodding at the other guests getting on and off the lift, and all I could feel was Jack’s hand on my back, sliding under the straps of the blue cotton dress I’d worn to dinner, trying to get just that fraction closer. Sneaking around my ribs so that I had to suppress a giggle. And then stroking so, so softly at the side of my breast through the lightweight fabric, under my arm where nobody else in the elevator could possibly see.
He didn’t even ask when we got to the door of my suite, just kept moving to his own door, opened it up and pulled me in after him. A split second later he pinned me to the foyer wall and finally kissed me, and I was glad he was holding me up or my knees might have buckled at the bolt of sheer need that shot through me.
We didn’t pause for first-date kisses, went straight for the heavy stuff. He was licking and sucking, exploring my mouth with his tongue in a way that made me ache to have him repeat the action between my legs. It seemed as though I had been waiting years for his kiss. Well, possibly I had. He acted as though he had been waiting for years too, which raised some interesting possibilities. But at the moment, all that seemed important was that he was kissing me, and it was making me want him more keenly than in my most explicit fantasy.
“I wish you’d worn that new dress again,” Jack said at last, pulling just far enough away that I couldn’t recapture his mouth with mine. “You looked so good in the store, do you know what I wanted to do right then? All I could think about, actually?”
“N-no?” My higher brain functions were clearly taking a dive in direct proportion to the proximity of Jack’s mouth to my ear as he whispered naughty, delicious things.
“I wanted to follow you back into the dressing room, put you up against the wall just like this and hold both your hands with one of mine…” He shifted his grip as he spoke, pulling my arms up over my head and restraining my wrists one-handedly with surprising ease. “Then put my other hand right up your skirt to play with you. Would you have liked that, little Katie?” His hand had dipped under my hem and stroked up along the bare skin of my leg but paused just at the top of my thigh, and I whimpered and squirmed, trying to get closer but unable to.
“Oh God, yes,” I whispered, already trembling with desire. I could hardly imagine what it would feel like when Jack actually touched me. I didn’t have to imagine for long.
“You had panties on then. I would have had to push them over to the side so I could touch you, slide my fingers inside you. What about now, little one? Did you leave them off like I told you to, or did you think it was just talk? If I move my hand, what will my fingers touch?”
“Just…just me… aaah …” His fingers had moved at last but on encountering more smooth skin, he stopped again and lifted his eyebrows sharply.
“What have we here ? Not hair, obviously. Oh God. Do you keep it like this all the
“Jack has a sister who’s a lesbian?”
“No, Jack has a bisexual sister, who is now a blissfully married woman with two precious little kids and a husband who worships her. We’re still very good friends and I wish her all the happiness in the world, but I also don’t want to screw with my current happiness. So please, Kate.”
I nodded, a little stunned but not wanting her to feel anxious that any of this would get back to Jane. Or Jack. Although presumably, he already knew.
It really was such a small world.
Chapter Seven
The elevator ride back up to the suite was torture. We stood at the rear, smiling politely and nodding at the other guests getting on and off the lift, and all I could feel was Jack’s hand on my back, sliding under the straps of the blue cotton dress I’d worn to dinner, trying to get just that fraction closer. Sneaking around my ribs so that I had to suppress a giggle. And then stroking so, so softly at the side of my breast through the lightweight fabric, under my arm where nobody else in the elevator could possibly see.
He didn’t even ask when we got to the door of my suite, just kept moving to his own door, opened it up and pulled me in after him. A split second later he pinned me to the foyer wall and finally kissed me, and I was glad he was holding me up or my knees might have buckled at the bolt of sheer need that shot through me.
We didn’t pause for first-date kisses, went straight for the heavy stuff. He was licking and sucking, exploring my mouth with his tongue in a way that made me ache to have him repeat the action between my legs. It seemed as though I had been waiting years for his kiss. Well, possibly I had. He acted as though he had been waiting for years too, which raised some interesting possibilities. But at the moment, all that seemed important was that he was kissing me, and it was making me want him more keenly than in my most explicit fantasy.
“I wish you’d worn that new dress again,” Jack said at last, pulling just far enough away that I couldn’t recapture his mouth with mine. “You looked so good in the store, do you know what I wanted to do right then? All I could think about, actually?”
“N-no?” My higher brain functions were clearly taking a dive in direct proportion to the proximity of Jack’s mouth to my ear as he whispered naughty, delicious things.
“I wanted to follow you back into the dressing room, put you up against the wall just like this and hold both your hands with one of mine…” He shifted his grip as he spoke, pulling my arms up over my head and restraining my wrists one-handedly with surprising ease. “Then put my other hand right up your skirt to play with you. Would you have liked that, little Katie?” His hand had dipped under my hem and stroked up along the bare skin of my leg but paused just at the top of my thigh, and I whimpered and squirmed, trying to get closer but unable to.
“Oh God, yes,” I whispered, already trembling with desire. I could hardly imagine what it would feel like when Jack actually touched me. I didn’t have to imagine for long.
“You had panties on then. I would have had to push them over to the side so I could touch you, slide my fingers inside you. What about now, little one? Did you leave them off like I told you to, or did you think it was just talk? If I move my hand, what will my fingers touch?”
“Just…just me… aaah …” His fingers had moved at last but on encountering more smooth skin, he stopped again and lifted his eyebrows sharply.
“What have we here ? Not hair, obviously. Oh God. Do you keep it like this all the
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