Jack Off

by K.B. Cinder

I push off the bed and head to the door, only to open it and screech when I find Jack on the other side. He’s changed from his earlier outfit, now donning a fitted t-shirt, shorts, and sneakers with a fitness tracker on his wrist. I place a hand over my heart, feeling the organ thumping like hell beneath. “Oh, sweet baby Juicy Fruit!” He coughs back a laugh. Seriously. He physically puts a hand over his smiling lips and coughs like the laugh never happened. Weirdo. “Juicy Fruit?” He’s still rocking some seriously sexy five o’clock shadow that has me second-guessing my aversion to facial hair. I bet that would feel amazing against my inner thighs. No. Not going there. Stop it. “I didn’t want to swear,” I defend, crossing my arms over my chest. I’m wearing a t-shirt and sleep shorts without a bra underneath, so not only is he now getting acquainted with my thunder thighs, but I’m pretty sure he got an uninterrupted look at my high beams flashing up top when I opened the door. “I know it’s a shocker, Cece, but I say the occasional fuck,” he mutters, averting his eyes to the papers in his hand before extending them my way. “Someone scaring you is an acceptable time to use it.”