“I like these,” he said. “But they’re in the way.”
Sliding them down my legs, he tapped my left ankle, encouraging me to step out of them, which I did.
Both of us turned toward a sound down the hall near the top of the grand staircase. It was Phoebe with an armful of freshly laundered towels.
“Oh my God, Jack,” I whispered. “Get up quick.”
Hurriedly, I pulled my dress straps back onto my shoulders, giving them a quick wiggle so my breasts would fall back into the safety zone.
Phoebe turned in our direction and started coming down the hall. When she spotted us, she stopped in her tracks, her eyes wide.
That’s when I looked down at Jack and realized his face—that heart-stoppingly gorgeous face—was still right at eye level with the tops of my thighs.
My cheeks flooded with heat, and my heart shot up into my throat, effectively blocking my attempts to breathe.
His hands were still tangled in the hem of my dress. I smacked his shoulder, and he let it drop.
Pasting on an overly bright smile and kicking my un-missable bright red panties to the side, I called out to Phoebe.
“Oh hello. I... dropped a contact lens. Jack’s helping me look for it.”
I didn’t wear contacts, but Phoebe didn’t know that—nor would sheever.
The maid’s eyes bounced from me to her boss. Back to me. Back to him.
“Do you want me to... help you... look?” she asked in a weak voice.
Jack, who hadn’t bothered to get off his knees, smiled. “No, no. We’re fine. We’ll find it. But I think it would be a good idea to consider this hallway off limits for tonight—just to make sure no one steps on it or anything. Tell the others, would you?”
Phoebe nodded and whirled around, rushing for the staircase. Before she reached it, she turned and lay the stack of towels on a long console table that flanked one wall.
“I’ll just leave these here,” she called over her shoulder. “Have a good night.”
“You too,” I said, but she was already halfway down the staircase.
Turning to Jack, I started to say, “Well that was mortifyi—” But my words were cut off as he flipped my dress hem up again and dove underneath it, pressing his mouth to me in a full-on wet kiss.
My knees went weak, and I breathed out a pleasured cry that was probably loud enough for Phoebe to hear from the bottom of the stairs—not that I even remembered she existed anymore.
A few seconds later, I couldn’t even remember my own name.
With each silken stroke of his tongue, I slipped farther from sanity toward complete abandon. Sparking, shivering, I clutched the short locks of his hair and moaned his name.
Sensation washed over me in voluptuous waves. It seemed impossible it could get any better.
Until it did. With each flick and swirl and pull of his mouth, I was dragged by the undertow into a deeper level of desire and pleasure.
“Jack.” I hardly recognize the ragged whisper as my own voice. “What are you doing to me?”
Barely lifting his mouth from me, he murmured, “What I’ve wanted to do since the day I saw you half-naked and drenched out on the point. I dreamed of licking the saltwater from your skin, those beautiful breasts, and here... here most of all.”
Once again he kissed me, licking into the slick softness, pushing the pleasure to the boiling point. He must have felt how close I was because the tone of his voice rose.
“That’s right. Let go for me. Come for me beautiful Bonnie.”
The sound of his voice, the tightly strung excitement in it, pushed me over the edge, and I came in loud, wild, electric jolts I thought would never end.
Jack stayed with me, sucking and tasting my pleasure all the way through the final twitch.
