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“Jack, w
hat did I say?”

“Nothing.”

“That’s mean.”

“Still not telling.”
He says kissing my shoulder and making his way towards my breast. “Now ask me to go again”

He effectively helps me forget what I was just freaking out over.

Jack and I have sex again and again before we both fall into an exhausted sleep. He is so tentative and I’ve never had better sex in my life. I woke a few times to feel his arms around me and his body pressing up against my back. It feels like a dream having him here, with me.

Of
course I want to continue this. Of course I also feel this is a huge mistake.

Waking first, I can’t help but stare at his beautiful face. He looks so peaceful and content. I can watch him for hours. I slip out of bed
and slip his shirt over my head to go and make coffee.

He wants to keep seeing each other. How will this work? If Jennifer
or Dylan gets wind of this or if this doesn’t work out between us, this could be a disaster.

While I’m lost in thought, Jack comes into the kitchen completely naked. I
blush and point to the windows. “Jack, I have neighbors.”

“So? Oh good…coffee.” He grabs a mug and helps himself. “You’ll need to know I’m a coffee-aholic."

He laughs when he sees me gawking at him and brings me closer. “You like?”

I shake my head.
“You are so conceited.”

Pushing one hand up under his t-shirt to touch my breast and putting the other on my bare ass, he
whispers in my ear. “No I’m not. I just like that you like looking at me.”

We start to kiss
and once again it quickly builds. We can’t even kiss without wanting to screw each other’s brains out. How are we going to keep this discrete? I pull away to tell him my concerns.

“I’m not going to lie, it’s going to be very hard
” He kisses my shoulder.

“
But think of how good it will feel when we can be together.” He kisses my neck.

“In a bunk.” He kisses my chin.

“Or backstage.” He kisses my cheek.

“O
r especially in a hotel room.” His lips find mine for a long, passionate kiss.

That does sound nice.

He pulls back and smiles wide. Running my fingertip through his dimple, I admit, “God, I love your smile.”

“That reminds me. When we were leaving the bar, you said you loved my CCS something. What did you mean?”

Oh crap
. I really have to stay away from tequila.

“Um…I don’t know?”

I try to pull my hand away, but he grabs it quickly. “What did you call my smile?”

“Damn it…I wasn’t supposed to say that out loud.” I admit very flustered.  “CCDS is the acronym I use for your smile. Crotch Clenching Dimple Showing smile.” Shrugging, I add, “Dimples are one of my turn-ons.”

“Fuc
k, that’s hot. Crotch clenching? Is that happening right now?”

Still looking thoroughly embarrassed, I
confess, “Yes, there is always clenching when I see your dimples.”

“God, I wish I knew that sooner. I would have used it to my advantage.”

“I may have been fired as your back-up singer if you knew.”

“You wo
uld not have been fired. I would have definitely caved in to your charms sooner than I did, though.”

I need to change the subject or I’ll end up
having him for breakfast.  “Um, do you want me to drive you home? You’ve been wearing the same clothes for two days.”

“A
re you trying to say I smell?” His arms are wrapped around me and he bends to nuzzle my neck. “Besides now you’re wearing my shirt, and it looks great on you.”

He is driving me nuts. “No,
you smell delicious and so does your shirt. I just thought you wanted to go home to change. I have brunch every Sunday with my dad, but I can cancel.”

He
shakes his head and points out, “I don’t want you canceling on your dad.”

“What will you do while I’m out?” 

“I’ll wait for you here and hang out until you get back. Do you mind?”

“I may be a few hours. If you are ok hanging here, then I’ll drive you home later.”

“Sounds good. I’ll shower and sit here naked. I don’t want to dirty up my only set of clothes.” He starts to laugh at the look on my face. “Kidding.”

Kidding, my ass. H
e is in my kitchen naked as we speak, and the fact that he is naked and aroused is extremely distracting. I rub up against him and we end up on my kitchen floor helping him out with his predicament.

***

“He seems really nice. He called me sir.” My dad says in between bites
, smiling. He’s been asking a ton of questions about Jack and I’m having a hard time deflecting them, and a hard time to keep from blushing.

“He is dad.”

“Anything going on between you two?”

Oh crap…

“Um, we just flirt a lot.”

“From where I was standing, it looked like that boy is in love with you. Wouldn’t let anyone near you all night.”

My dad’s admission has my heart stammering. I vaguely remember sitting at the bar, and Jack’s body shielding me. My dad probably just misinterpreted his possessiveness for something else. In either case, I’m not ready to talk about my relationship with Jack with my dad, or anyone.

“You’re nuts.  So, I can’t wait for you to see my new band in concert. They are really good.” I try to steer him in a different direction. It seems to work as he starts rambling on and on. He starts discussing the tour and my last show. He wants to see my first show with DL and I promised him I would get him tickets. He brings up Evan and how they had a nice chat at my party before he got plastered
, and Barb and the fact she has a date for her surgery. It’s like the flood gates have opened and he’s trying to get it all out. He yaps and yaps while I smile and nod.

As we leave,
I hug my dad very tightly. I only have a few more brunches before I leave. “Dad, what will you do on Sunday mornings while I’m gone?”

“I was hoping I could convince Evan to take your place.”

“Oh…Dad don’t push him. He’ll come around eventually when he’s ready.”

“I know. You keep telling me that.”

Kissing my dad goodbye, I drive back to my apartment lost in thought of replaying every intimate, fantastic detail of last night. By the time I park Bessie, I’m horny as fuck again.

I unlock my door to find Jack sitting on my couch in only his Calvin Klein briefs watching a Met game
. It’s a site I can easily get used to. The visual I’ve tucked away of Jack wearing Calvin’s is nothing compared to him in the flesh wearing them. Hunter was right, he should be their model.

I smile at him and voice my thoughts from earlier. “Kidding huh?”

“What? I’m not naked.” He gets up and immediately comes over to pull me into his arms. “Missed you.” He bends kissing me deeply.  Jack is a very sexual person. He’s also very affectionate and I can get very used to this.

I break our kiss, panting, “You’re killing me.” He is so freaking sexy I can’t stand it.

“That’s my line.” he retorts.  “I’ve been waiting for you.” Pulling me towards my bathroom, he strips me naked, without saying a word he then turns on the shower. He strips off his briefs and steps in holding his hand out for me.

“You’re very presumptuous.” I tease.

“Get used to it.” He immediately starts kissing, stroking, petting, and touching me. A minute later he has me up against the wall with my leg hooked over his shoulder and his face buried between my legs, on the brink of a fantastic orgasm.

Once my bo
dy stops shaking, he stands, watching me seductively.

His hair is slicked back and
his eyes appear even grayer.  Drops of water run down his sculpted cheekbones, perfect nose, and square chin.

I run
my hands over and down his chest, trailing my fingers along his happy trail towards his erection, before taking hold of him. Jack intently looks into my eyes the entire time my hands roam his body.

I kiss
his chest and slowly stroke his length. He buries his hands into my hair as I graze my way down until I am kneeling in front of him. I look up into his hooded eyes before bending to lick him from base to tip. His groan courses through me, heating my skin as if he were touching me with his own hands.  I tease, but never fully take him into my mouth. I then run my tongue up the slit in slow motion. When I finally pull him into my mouth to devour every inch of him, he shudders.

Hollowing my cheeks, I suck hea
rtily while stroking his length with my hand.  Losing myself in the process, he responds to my efforts by rocking his hips in rhythm to my movements. Releasing my hair, he leans forward and holds himself up with his hands on the wall behind me. His forehead is resting on his left bicep. His eyes are closed and his breathing is shallow. It’s all so sexy.

Giving him oral sex is a complete turn on.
My own body pulses and quickly responds to his pleasure. Not long after, his muscles tighten and he stills when I feel his warm release at the back of my throat. It practically causes my own orgasm.

Jack doesn’t move a muscle and instead remains
in the same position, panting, and hands up against the wall. He slowly opens his eyes to look down at me. I love that he is completely undone. I stand and link my hands around his neck, pulling my body flush into his. He bends to kiss me, wrapping his arms around me, holding me tightly to his chest.

He suddenly grabs my legs and lifts me until I am straddling him, my back against the cold tile wall.

With one fast thrust, he buries himself inside me. It’s exactly what I need at the moment. I clutch his back and dig my heels into his butt while his hands grip my thighs, and he buries his face in my neck. His grunt puts me over the edge. Once I clench around him and call out his name, he thrusts one last time responding with a guttural moan.

It was intense and hard and so good…so
fucking good.

I release
my legs and lean on him for support, since they are unable to hold my weight.

With one hand still around my waist, he shuts the water and then g
rabs a towel. He wraps it around me before reaching for his own. Then he climbs out of the tub, and carries me out of the bathroom and into my bedroom.

As I am getting dressed for the second time today, I turn to see he is watching me. “You like?” I ask as I pull on my panties.

“Very much.” He confesses. His look causes my whole body to ignite, but I need to drive him home, otherwise I’ll hold him prisoner forever.

“We need to stop.”

“Says who?”

“You’re going to kill me.”

“Death by orgasm?” He smiles wide. “Sign me up.”

***

Once Jack sees no one is home, he grabs my hand and yanks me into his apartment. “Hunter must be out.” He pulls out his phone and texts his friend. “Want to see my room?” He wiggles his eyebrows, making me roll my eyes. “What?”

Pulling out of his grasp and putting my hands on my hips, I try to be the more responsible one.

“It’s been like an hour. You are insatiable.” I really am a hypocrite, because at the moment I want nothing more than to throw him on the ground and ride him for hours.

“Your point?”

“Jack, we are out of control. We need to be around each other without foaming at the mouth. This isn’t good.”

He is about to respond when his phone buzzes. Frowning, he pulls it out and says. “Looks like you’re off the hook. Hunter and Amanda are on the roof.” Grabbing my hand again, this time he pulls me towards the apartment door.

We are about to expose ourselves to Hunter. I am really not ready for this. My heart pounding as we climb the stairs towards the roof.

“Jack!” Tugging on his arm, he jerks to a stop on the top step and looks at me like I’ve lost my mind.

“What?

“I’m not comfortable with Hunter knowing yet.” 

“So then we won’t tell Hunter.” He says studying my face.

Feeling like I have to explain, I add, “I hate de
ceiving him, but I’m not ready, I’m sorry.”

“Ok,
don’t stress.” He lifts my hand up to his lips and gives it a soft kiss. “Done.” Dropping my hand, he turns to open the door and walks out onto the roof as I follow.

Hunter and Amanda are cuddling on the couch.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” He asks looking surprised to see me.

Jack responds for me, “She drove me home.”

“You could have put his ass in a cab and not drive all the way to Brooklyn. You’re too nice to him Leila.”

Jack gives me a sexy smirk.  Ignoring him, I try to act as nonchalant as possible. “I don’t mind. He took good care of me after my night with Jose Cuervo. I owe him one.”