She pressed her bare lower body against Jack and her cheek against the cold mirror, ready for him to pull away, but he clearly had no intention of stopping. His fingers continued their nimble work, thrusting and rubbing. As her body recovered, he slowed the pace for a moment, nudging aside the strap of her dress to run his tongue down her neck and capture all the little shivers that escaped from her body. Then, before she quite realized that she’d re-boarded the roller coaster, she found herself building to climax again, this release promising to be just as fierce as the first. She nearly stopped breathing as the ripples of pleasure coursed violently through her body.
This time, she didn’t just leave the earth, she left her body, soaring skyward as bliss pulsed through her, changing her, transforming her. Teaching her things she’d never known before, dark secrets that could only be communicated when two people were skin to skin.
As she came down, Jack withdrew his hand from between her legs and brought it to her jaw, gently but firmly twisting her mouth toward him. He kissed her brutally, and she smelled the scent of her own warm juices on his hand.
“You’re incredible,” he said.
Was she? But she hadn’t done anything for him. At least not yet.
She straightened her spine. Embarrassed, she began to ease the dress down over her hips again. “But I’m… You’re supposed to, I’m supposed to…” She stopped, her face heating, her voice entirely too shaky.
Jack, however? He leaned back against the wall, smoothing his tie with a calm, almost disinterested expression on his face. “Don’t worry about supposed to. I’m the teacher, remember.”
She swallowed. “I-I know. And that was wonderful.” Life-altering, is more like it. I still can’t feel my feet. “But I wanted to learn how to drive men wild.”
Without warning, he grasped her hand and guided it to the enormous bulge in his pants. “Mission accomplished.”
Her eyes widened. So the rumors of Jack Bennett’s famous cock were true. Hell, he’d nearly stretched her out with two of his fingers. That monster in his pants would probably tear her apart.
And yet, why could she think of nothing but how much she wanted him inside of her, deep inside, filling her up until there was nothing but him?
Before she could respond, he leaned down, kissing her thoroughly before whispering—“Until next time, beautiful”—and slipping out the door, leaving her alone in the room.
Still shell-shocked, she looked around, surprised to find out that the room she was in had an enormous floor-to-ceiling window, with a view high above the streets of Manhattan. Light blazed in the windows of the building opposite—could someone have seen them?
Well, duh, that’s the point of a public quickie.
She pulled open the door to the balcony and stepped outside, gulping in cool air and wondering what the heck she’d gotten herself into. It had felt insanely good, yes, better than she’d even hoped. Almost too good. But it had also felt…dangerous somehow. No matter how much she trusted Jack, she didn’t know if she trusted herself, not when she was shameless and vulnerable in his arms.
After a few more deep breaths and smoothing the wrinkles from her skirt, she walked unsteadily back through the bar. It was a good thing it had gotten more crowded—no one took notice of her as she made her way, trembling, to the elevators. In the lobby, she decided to walk instead of taking a taxi.
Her head swam. Her feet felt like jelly under her as she walked the four blocks to her apartment building. Sounds seemed louder. Lights felt brighter. Maybe the world had shifted. Maybe he’d altered her completely. She’d walked home at night a million times, but everything about the world tonight seemed different.
She shuddered, pausing to lean against the stairway leading up to a brownstone, wondering if she would ever feel the same in her skin again.
It was then that she felt it—a prickle between her shoulder blades that crawled up her neck, raising the fine hairs there. She suddenly had the very distinct feeling that someone was watching her.
It was a crazy thought, she told herself, likely brought on by Antonio’s constant warnings. He’d been so fanatical about her safety, it was only natural that some of his worries had rubbed off on her. Don’t become irrational like he was, she told herself. This is the safest neighborhood in town and it’s barely 11 o’clock. There are plenty of people around.
Even so, she quickened her pace on the sidew
alk. Eventually, she found herself walking as fast as her four-inch heels could carry her without breaking into a run.
She hurried into her apartment building, already searching for the keys as she pressed the elevator button for her floor. When she was safe inside her flat, she punched in the code to re-arm her security system, feeling strangely frantic and breathless.
Why did the city feel so dangerous tonight, and why was that terrible watched feeling so familiar?
She jumped a mile high as fur brushed her leg, but then laughed at herself as Sasha and Mutton curled around her ankles, mewling softly.
You’re being paranoid, she thought, scooping the gray Persians into her arms and letting them purr against her thrumming heart, gradually restoring her calm.
Then her phone dinged in her purse, making her jump all over again.
Cursing herself, she reached into her purse and looked at the text. It was from Jack. What did you think?
Her head swam as the feeling of his hands on her rushed back, and her body quivered. She wasn’t quite ready to put her thoughts about tonight into words. Maybe she’d never be able to adequately express what he’d done to her.
Then she realized he’d copied a link there. She clicked on it, and it opened to the cover of the newest Ludlum novel.