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I’m looking forward to kissing her again, but it’s also nice hearing her talk about life and work and random shit that she’s never told me before.
Now that I’ve gotten a glimpse of how she thinks, what she wants, and who she really is, I just want to know more.
“Why’d you decide to be an interior designer?” I ask her. “The short version is I like art and decorating.”
“Making a space feel like home is harder when it’s unfamiliar.” My chest tightens at her admission,
“There’s something really comforting about making a place feel like it’s an extension of you.
just needs to be well thought out and customized. A house should feel like a home and that means different things for different people.”
“What?” she asks. “I was just wondering about my place.” “It’s very well decorated,” she answers.
“It should be. I paid a fortune for the artwork and furniture.” She giggles and the sound seeps into my pores. “It feels very you. Masculine and rich but somehow cozy.”
“You can be.” She leans into me. “Like right now. All sweet and cuddly.” I let out a low growl. I’m not sure anyone has ever accused me of being sweet or cuddly,
“Keep giggling like that, temptress. It makes me that much more excited to fill your mouth with something else later.”
“I think asking you to come here was a mistake.” “Why?” I ask, pulling back slightly.
“Because I can’t concentrate on anything else. Everyone is talking and all I can think about is whether or not you have my panties in your pocket.”
“No. They’d just be getting soaked again.” Her gaze drops to my mouth. She brings a hand up to my jaw, then drags the back of her fingers over my lips.
“Soaked for me again, huh?” She nods,
I like the way she touches me. Explorative and reverent and out in the open for everyone to see.
She grins at me as she lets her friend pull her to her feet, then sends me a flirty wink as they go.
Sometimes I work out with him, but only as an excuse to be closer to him. It’s basically the perfect summer. Complete with kissing. Lots and lots of kissing and multiple orgasms.
“I have a surprise for you.” His lips curve up and his brows lift playfully. “O-kay,” I say slowly,
Two women are busy unpacking a trunk of hair and makeup accessories and there’s a dressing rack of gorgeous gowns in a variety of colors.
He looks very pleased with the very shocked expression I’m positive is on my face. “What did you do?”
He leans in and brushes his lips over mine, then murmurs, “Fine. I’m a selfish asshole and I didn’t want you to leave.” “Or you didn’t want me to show up looking a hot mess and embarrass you.” With a slight shake to his head, he grins at me. “Not possible.
exactly like you are and still be the most beautiful woman there.” He leaves me, like he didn’t just casually drop the nicest compliment I’ve ever gotten,
Instead of answering him, I walk right up to him, lift up onto my toes and kiss him. His surprise only lasts a second and then he’s taking control,
I don’t think too hard on how Jack knew my sizes, but everything is perfect.
But when they’re finished and I look in the mirror, my jaw drops. My skin is flawless, and my eye makeup is still my signature winged liner,
“Time for the dress.” My hands tremble as I step into the gorgeous gown. “Damn is right.” Nicole
“Thank you.” I hug Nicole and then Chelsea. They seem a little taken aback but they literally just worked magic and words don’t feel like enough.
“Extra lipstick for later in case you need it.” Nicole hands me the tube of lipstick she used with a wink. “You’re going to need it,” Chelsea says. “Your boyfriend won’t be able to resist you.” Nicole nods her agreement.
I can’t wait to see the look on Jack’s face when he sees me like this. I am going to blow his mind.
two masks on the kitchen counter. A simple black satin one and another that is the same turquoise of my dress. The man officially thinks of everything.
probably how to breathe, when Jack steps out of his room. The black suit hugs his tall, broad body in
I forget all about blowing his mind because mine is officially blown. “Goddamn,” I mutter finally. He smirks, invading my space. His spicy cologne wraps around me, and I swallow hard. “My thoughts exactly.” He lets his gaze rake over me from head to toe, and when I see the spark of desire in his eyes, some of my confidence returns.
He pulls out a long black velvet box and opens it, revealing a diamond tennis necklace. “I’m not putting that thing on.”
“I’m serious, Jack. That thing is worth more than everything I own.” “It wasn’t that much,” he insists and walks behind me, dropping the necklace over my head
“If it was a date, I’d be taking you somewhere I wouldn’t have to share you so much.”
I won’t read too much into all the Cinderella vibes happening here. Jack is not Prince Charming, and I’m not the kind of girl that believes in fairy tales anyway.
I feel so out of my league for a moment but as soon as we’re pulled into the first conversation and I realize all they want to talk about is Jack and hockey, I know I’ll be okay.
talking with one of the executives from Nike. Kai is young, about the same age as Jack, and so far, I like him.
“Pretty good?” I ask finally. “Jack was fourth in the league for goals. He’s consistently putting up big numbers, and unlike a lot of guys who peak their second or third year in the league, Jack’s numbers have improved.
The Wildcat organization is one of the most respected and feared because of the environment Jack has created. The guys can depend on him and they work hard because of it.”
“Sorry,” I say as heat blooms in my cheeks. “I love hockey.” “Yeah, I got that. And you’re not wrong.” Kai smiles at me, then looks at Jack. “She’s a keeper. My wife won’t even come to games with me when I get box seats.”
“I’m so sorry. It just word vomited out.” “No need to be sorry. That was impressive. Did you study for tonight?” He arches a brow with an amused smirk. “Umm…no.”
“Don’t get a big head or anything. I know most of the team’s stats.”
“How many goals did Leo have last season?” I open my mouth to answer but I struggle to remember. Was it forty-one? Or was that Johnny Maverick?
He lets it drop without pointing out that I may indeed know his stats better than the rest of the team. Except Tyler, of course. I maintain that it’s only because Jack’s are so impressive but telling him
Kissing Jack feels like teleporting to a different world, and I like the glimpses of that place a little too much.
“You look a little flushed.” Jack brings one palm back up and brushes his knuckles lightly against my cheek. “You’re warm.” “I’m fine,”
“I think you have a fever.” I want to protest but I think he’s right.
By the time we get to his SUV, I’m burning up. I keep my eyes closed the entire ride and when I open them, we’re back at his place.
It’s sweet and so far beyond how anyone has ever taken care of me.
