A Wicked Game(9)

Her friends waved, smiling at her. She headed for her table, but Jack hauled her to the hallway and into the women’s bathroom. “What are you doing?” she asked.

He closed his mouth on hers, backing her up against the wall. He placed his hand on her neck and bit her lip.

“Ouch. Stop it.”

He lifted her leg and ground his hardened cock on her core, stroking her thigh to her ass. “What? You thought I didn’t know what you did out there? Just how stupid do you think I am?”

“I-I—”

Jack covered her mouth, his searing tongue pushed through her lips colliding with hers.

She could push him away, except all rational thought had left her. His kiss—his touch did things to her she didn’t want to feel. The warmth of his body enveloped hers. Tori couldn’t catch her breath. She wasn’t sure she wanted to if it meant she’d have to break the kiss. Every cell in her body ached for this man. For this man who hated her with the same intensity she did him—or did she?

“I could fuck you right here, but even I have my limits,” Jack said against her lips. “Your place or mine?” He rocked his hips, rubbing his engorged shaft on her aching clit.

This was her chance to stop this nonsense. She could walk away from him now and call it even. Well, she could make him think they were even, but she was sure she’d definitely upped her score with the toys and the dance moments ago.

“Come on, Victoria. You know you want it, just like I do,” he murmured.

“I don’t,” she lied.

“Really?” He let go of her ass, slipped a finger into her panties, and traced her folds. “I think your pussy wants to go home with me.” Jack thrust his fingers in and out of her.

She threw her head back, closing her eyes, feeling her muscles clench around his fingers.

“Your place or mine? Or I’ll fuck you here and now.”

Tori moaned. “Y-your place,” she whispered.

“Good girl.” He kissed her and stepped back, adjusting his pants and allowing her to fix her dress.





Chapter Seven





Tori dragged her eyes around his impeccable bachelor pad, taking in the cool gray walls with eclectic artwork in different shades of blue. A pool table sat to one side of the spacious living room, and if it wasn’t for the leather furnishings and dark wood—along with the other accents—it’d look out of place. Instead, it looked just right. It belonged there.

She stopped in her tracks when she caught sight of what stood next to the stairs. “Are you freaking serious? You have a custom fire pole?”

Jack dropped his keys on an end table, stripped off his jacket, and tossed it on the couch. He advanced on her and gripped her waist. Turning her to face him, he said, “Shh… you look prettier when you’re quiet.” He brushed his lips over hers.

She placed her hand on his chest and shoved him away. “Very funny,” Tori said against his lips. “I thought you lived in the valley, not downtown.”

His fingers dug into her hips, bringing her closer to him. “I have two places. This one and one in the valley. I didn’t want to take any chances with you tonight.” He nibbled at her lower lip. “I want to have you while your wet pussy is still aching.” Jack grabbed her clutch and flung it on the couch.

“After tonight, our feud is over. We call it even.” She glanced at him, hoping he wouldn’t call her bluff.

He chuckled. “It’ll never be an even score. You weren’t the one who walked around campus for a year, well aware that half the people there had seen his cock.”

“You’re right. I wasn’t. I was the girl who walked around campus a couple of years later, knowing everyone knew what I’d done for my sorority. Anyway, you lied. You said you’d forgotten all about it, but you still haven’t let it go.”

He stared down at her and stroked her back, his hand leaving a warm trail, making its way to her nape. “I’ve learned to live with it. It’s not something easy to forget.” His fingers curled around her neck, forcing her to focus on him. “Tonight, I’ll fuck you the way I should’ve fucked you years ago, Tori. And when I’m done, you’ll be sorry this is a one-night-only deal.”

She opened her mouth to speak, but his lips crashed hers in a deep kiss. Lust replaced whatever had been on her mind. Her fingers burned to get him out of his clothes. The need to feel his strong body brush against hers prickled her skin. Tori slid her hands on his chest, her fingers fumbling with his shirt’s buttons to undo them.

She couldn’t unbutton it fast enough, so she gripped the opening of his shirt and yanked both halves apart. Buttons flew, landing with a clatter on the wooden floor. Jack groaned, sucking her tongue inside his mouth. Tori trailed her fingertips down his smooth chest, feeling his abs as she made her way to his waist.