A Wicked Game(11)

When Tori was finally able to catch her breath, she disentangled herself from him and managed to stand up.

“Where are you going?” he asked, removing the condom.

She walked to her dress. “I’m leaving.”

Jack rose to his feet, adjusting his pants. “No. You’re not.” He approached her. “I’m not done with you yet.” He gripped her waist and pulled her to him. He swept his lips over hers. “Come on, let’s take a shower.”

He twined his fingers with hers and guided her to the stairs next to the fire pole.

With still-trembling legs, Tori followed him, wondering how she made herself walk. Tonight, nothing had turned out how she’d expected. She’d thought she’d be done with her little revenge; instead, she’d ended up having sex with her nemesis.

What was this? Hate sex? How could it be hate sex when she’d loved it more than she cared to admit? Tori wished there wasn’t any history between them, because if it wasn’t for that minor—no, huge—detail, she’d want to see him again. Jack said he wasn’t done with her yet. Well, she wasn’t done with him either, and letting him up his points wasn’t an option. When she walked out of his place, she’d be the one with the higher score in their little game.

Yes, it was definitely a power-play game. Tori wouldn’t be the one to end up miserable and missing him. No way. If anyone would miss anyone, it’d be Jack. He’d been right when he said they’d never be even. They wouldn’t because she’d always come out on top.





Chapter Eight





Jack turned to his side on the bed and reached for Tori, except all he found were rumpled sheets. He opened his eyes and sat up, dragging his gaze around the bedroom. He glanced down at the white sheets, studying the dent on the pillow. The only reminder that someone other than him had slept in his bed.

“Tori?” he called out, getting out of the bed. Hearing no response, he figured she’d left. He sauntered naked to the master bathroom. The towels on the floor reminded him of the events from last night.

He turned on the water and stepped in the shower, letting the warm water run across his body. He closed his eyes, recalling how Tori sucked his cock into her delicious mouth. Jack shampooed his hair, trying hard not to think of her tongue twisting around his shaft, or how she’d dragged the tip along his length and then closed her mouth on it.

He rinsed his hair and soaped his body. He’d tangled his fingers in her hair, guiding her, keeping up her pace. His cum spurted in her mouth and she’d licked him clean. Just thinking of it made him hard again. His hand lingered on his cock, his soapy fingers closing around it, stroking it, bringing his body release.

Last night was supposed to have been, to settle the score. He’d imagined after they finally fucked their brains out, he’d be satisfied. He’d hoped to have closure on his life’s most embarrassing moment, except it didn’t work out that way. Jack wasn’t done with her yet. There were too many ways he wanted to have her first.

He shut off the water and stepped out of the shower. Jack stood in front of the mirror as he draped a towel around his waist. Propping his hands on the aqua-green glass countertop, he leaned forward and stared at his reflection. Seeing the truth in his eyes was the worst thing that could happen to him.

Dear God, Tori did it again. She’d thoroughly fucked him. No doubt.

How could he have not seen it? He’d been so into her, he forgot his own words. He’d been such an idiot, falling prey to his own supposed one-time affair. Closing his eyes, Jack let out a long breath. He walked out of the bathroom and went in search of his phone.

He paced in his bedroom, pressing the numbers on his keypad. “Chris?”

“Yes, Jack. Have you called your lawyer yet?” Chris asked.

“We had a deal. Tell me where I can find her and I’ll call my lawyer.” He’d find her, and when he did, Tori would be sorry she tried to outsmart him. Yet again.





Chapter Nine





It’d taken a month of arm twisting between Jack and his lawyer before Chris caved in and gave him Tori’s information. After all these years of not caring what the hell had happened to her, he never imagined his worst nightmare worked a few blocks away.

Jack got off the elevator on the eighteenth floor and headed straight to the floor-to-ceiling glass doors of the magazine Tori worked at. As he’d expected, the receptionist wouldn’t let him past the desk. If he wanted to see Miss Victoria Michaels, he’d have to make an appointment, the same way as everyone else. No exceptions.

He wasn’t making an appointment. Hell no. He’d come to see her even if it meant he’d have to camp out in the reception area. Jack exhaled, turning around. A slow grin formed on his face when he locked his gaze with Tori.