Page 16 of Don't Lie to Me
Jack’s eyes switched from sexy serious to boyish in a split second. “Besides,” he said and rocked back and forth a little bit on the balls of feet. I refused to look down. “I bought that Mario game Logan asked for last week.”
“You’re using my five year old to manipulate me into coming back here tonight?” I eyed him teasingly.
“Right now, I’ll use whatever it takes.” He turned from me and began pulling on his boxer brief and dress pants he had discarded on the floor earlier.
“Fine.” I turned and went downstairs to find the clothes he’d ripped off me earlier. I set the oven timer to the ‘keep warm’ setting and then rested my head in my hands while I waited for Jack.
Logan was excitedly surprised in the best way possible when Jack walked through the door of my apartment. I told Penny we’d see her next week after introducing her to Jack and then looked around our small living and dining space, almost embarrassed that Jack was finally seeing my home for the first time.
He paid me well. He could afford it after all, and Logan and I had more than enough money to live comfortably. But we had a small two-bedroom apartment, in a turn of the century apartment building with only fourteen apartments and while it had charm, with the dark wood beams and floors and rounded doorways, it lacked the opulence and wealth of Jack’s home. Our entire apartment could probably fit inside Jack’s living and dining room area.
I looked at Jack, who had immediately been suckered into playing Legos with Logan and cringed. His tall and muscular frame exuded strength and power, even when he was sitting on my living room floor playing with my son. His mere presence almost overpowered the small space.
Logan adored Jack. It made sense. Jack never hesitated to purchase new toys or video games and systems, or books. He blamed it on being an only child and not having any nieces or nephews to spoil and while I appreciated it, and never thought twice of his thoughtfulness before, I did now.
What would I do when this time was done? Would we still be able to work together? If I ended up finding a new job, would Jack still have a presence in Logan’s life?
The questions were too heavy and too daunting to answer in that moment. Jack looked up at me and smiled devilishly.
“Go pack a bag. I’m hungry.”
My eyes widened. “A bag?”
He nodded confidently. “For the night.”
A bag to spend the night? What had gotten into this man? Less than six hours ago he had shown up, practically begging me to yell at him for being an ass, and after two romps – albeit fabulous ones – in the hay for lack of a classier term he was expecting me to spend the night.
Logan’s eyes lit up. “We’re having a sleepover at Mr. Jack’s?” His smile spread from ear to ear and I scowled at Jack before giving Logan my most serious mom look.
“No, sweetie. We’re just going over there for dinner.” I crossed my arms and glared at Jack, expecting him to argue with me. He didn’t.
Instead, he whispered something in Logan’s ear that I couldn’t hear, patted him on the head and started walking toward me. His lopsided smirk increased incrementally with every step. There was no way in hell I was budging on this. Whatever sexual tension was released between the two of us today was going to stay exactly there - between us - and I wasn’t about to let him manipulate me.
“I need to speak to you.” I turned to Logan. “Pick up your toys. We’ll be leaving in a few minutes.”
I spun on my heels practically stomping down the hall to my room thankful Jack followed me. Although I noticed he was still smiling at me. I could practically see the cogs spinning in his head, planning something.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I hissed at him once he closed the door to my room.
He didn’t say anything for a minute. His eyes simply swept over every inch of my room, and stopped on my bed. It felt more intimate, him being here in my private place than it did when I was in his earlier. This was my private area, where I relaxed….and fantasized about the man in front of me.
His eyes moved from my bed, and slowly raked up my body making me feel as if I was still naked. I swallowed, roughly, trying not to let him wear me down even though my body had suddenly warmed from his stare alone.
Once his inspection was complete, Jack’s eyes returned to mine. He simply shrugged. “You’re staying the night.”
I scoffed, “No, I’m not. I agreed to dinner and to talking.”
He took several swift steps towards me, wrapping one arm around my waist and pulled me towards him. I ignored the tightening in my stomach. Good grief, he’d already given me two of the best orgasms of my life and with a simple hip wiggle I was instantly turned on again. I wanted to fight him off though. This certainly wasn’t the time and I definitely didn’t like the idea of being railroaded into making a decision.
With both of my hands on his chest, I pushed him off as hard as I could and took two steps back. “What in the hell is going on with you? Twenty four hours ago you looked at me full of disdain from one simple kiss and today you screw me and think it gives you the right to tell me where I’m sleeping?”
I almost wanted to smack the smirk off his face, almost. It was awfully cute.
“I told you I wanted to talk about whatever was going on between us.”
I nodded and crossed my arms. “Which I agreed to.”
“I do my best talking late at night, and first thing in the morning. In bed.”
