All's well that ends well....?
Jewel
I got out of the Uber and headed towards the door of my home. Our home. Yes, I would have to go back to pick up my car but, after two drinks, I didn't want to take any chances. That wasn't enough for me to be drunk. Not really. The day was already a bust, however, I didn't want to add to my failures if I got pulled over or in an accident.
"Thanks." With a wave, I dismissed the driver.
His gaze trailed down my body in an appraising manner. Something that would normally irritate me. Today, however, I might have preened a little for his perusal. Maybe. Just a little. Okay, even I knew that was the wrong thing to do. That I'd just set the feminist movement back a good decade. Still, the day had left me a little bruised. I needed some reassurance.
"Anytime, doll. Count myself lucky when I get a pickup as lovely as you are."
Well, he was definitely getting a bigger tip and another star added to his review. Which is probably why he said the words. I shrugged off my inner cynic and grabbed my phone out of my purse. If he chooses to flatter his way into a better life, just like the bartender, who was I to stand in his way?
Jack's car was in the drive and the front door unlocked so I wasn't surprised to find him home. In the kitchen, dancing to loud music wasn't even unexpected. A soft, honest smile spread over my expression as I caught sight of him. He was truly the best decision I'd ever made. Yes, he was handsome. Of course. Everybody thought their guy was good looking, though. It was a subjective measure at best. No. What I loved so much about him was all the things a person couldn't see. The little things one had to pay attention to notice.
He picked that moment to spot me. With a slight cock of his head, he danced over to my spot and wrapped me in his arms. Together, we danced to the silly music until I was laughing hard enough that I had to stop to catch my breath. "I take it you won," I said after turning the music down a hair.
"I did." He grabbed a wooden spoon off the stove and dipped it in a pan before offering me a taste. "But that's not all."
With a lift of an eyebrow, I blew on the red sauce in the spoon. "Oh? Do tell." It was good that he'd had such a great day. His good mood was already wearing off on me.
"Aaron called after you texted me."
My heart plummeted. With nothing else to do, I took the taste of sauce. Not that I tasted it at all. Could I go back and take some of Connor's tip if he'd been wrong? We'd never discussed what he'd owe me if I was right. "Oh?" I forced a smile. Jack seemed happy. So, even if Aaron had told him everything, maybe it wasn't so bad.
Putting the spoon down, he said, "I got the promotion." He picked me up and twirled around the kitchen. "I got the fucking promotion." When he stopped spinning, he allowed me to slowly slide down the front of his body. His warmth and the feel of his strong torso pressed against me was almost enough to make me forget my concerns. Almost.
"That's," I shook my head, "that's fantastic."
"You look surprised." He pulled me back into his embrace. "I kind of thought you would already know."
Burying my face into his shoulder, I took a deep breath. The rich scent of his cologne grounded me. He was here. As long as he was here, everything would be okay. "Why? How would I have?" I didn't dare back away to look at him. I wasn't brave enough.
"Because it was right after you left, silly. Which," he said, pushing me away so he could stare down into my eyes. Guess I was going to have to be brave whether I wanted to be or not, "means it had to be something you said."
My stomach knotted with dread. "Oh, no. It wasn't me. I didn't say anything good today. Nothing that would convince him to give you the promotion. If anything, I honestly thought I ruined any chance you had at that promotion."
"Silly woman." He dipped to take my mouth in a kiss full of passion and joy. Without thought, I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him closer. The kiss, his kiss, was addictive. Even after all this time, my heart raced and my body heated at his touch. It did everytime we touched. When he pulled back, I'd forgotten what we had been discussing. "You are the best decision I ever made. You could never ruin anything." The words were so sincere, I almost believed them. "Except maybe dinner," he said with a smile. "I don't think I can wait to taste more of you."
Walking over to the stove, I turned off the sauce. "Then don't." It took the simplest of maneuvers to undo the simple fastener and zipper that held the skirt up. The fabric fluttered to the floor to puddle around my stiletto heels. "We'll order something when we're done."
"Thank god. It was just jar sauce anyway. The look on your face when you tried it...I thought you were going to spit it out."
My face heated with embarrassment. "Oh, no. Sorry. My mind was somewhere else." I rose to my toes so I could kiss him. "I honestly didn't even taste it. Sorry."
"No worries. I'm just glad that I appear to have your undivided attention now." He started to unbutton my blouse, his fingers brushing against my skin with each move.
"Completely focused on you." My eyes closed and my head tipped back as he maneuvered me so my ass was against the kitchen island. Yes. This was exactly what I needed. Jack. Always.
He pushed my blouse off my shoulders before learning down to kiss one of my nipples and then the other. "I like that."
"I'm glad." My voice was raspy as he left a trail of kisses down my stomach.
"Don't get me wrong, the thought of you being bent over Aaron's desk, your skirt pushed up over your hips, your panties torn and in a pile in the corner, as he fucked you from behind was hot as hell."
Since he'd said it like that, I had to admit the scenario was kind of sexy. "Is that how you envisioned it going down?" Speaking of going down, I gasped as his kisses found my smooth pussy. Oh, yeah. So hot. I spread my legs to give him better access.
He pulled my panties to one side so he could run his tongue over the seam of my sex. Sensation slammed through me at the intimate touch. He knew exactly how much pressure to put into the caress. A whimper escaped me as I fought against the urge to tangle my fingers in his hair and force his mouth to claim its prize.
"His loss is my gain." Another feather soft graze of his skin against mine made me growl. "Getting impatient?" He asked. It was the only warning I got before the sound of lace tearing filled my ears. My panties went flying over his shoulder. "Can't have that. My queen should never have to wait for anything."
I called out as his hands cupped my ass and brought my slick pussy closer to the warmth of his mouth. Yes. God yes. Finally, he was devouring me. Grabbing the lip of the island behind me, I used it as an anchor. I could no longer trust my own legs to keep me upright.
