Loving Jack(17)

"So you and Jack never . . . you know?" Grace didn't know why she was asking. It didn't really matter. Only it kind of did.

"Hell no! Don't get me wrong, Jack is a gorgeous man, but like I said, I  thought he was gay. I've only ever seen him with men." Rachel took the  exit and stopped at the red light at the bottom of the ramp. She turned  to look at Grace. "So . . . you and Jack?"

She wasn't going to get out of telling Rachel. Honestly, if they were  all going to work together Rachel probably should know they had a past.  "Jack and I had a thing during our senior year of college. He wasn't  ready to be monogamous, especially given his attraction to men and  women, and I wasn't able to play nice with his other lovers. I just  couldn't share. That's it. I hadn't seen or heard from Jack in five  years."

"I get the feeling there's more to it than that." The light turned green  and Rachel returned her attention to the road. Grace didn't respond.  The rest didn't matter now.

They reached the Fairmont and Grace checked in while the bellboy  unloaded her luggage from Rachel's minivan. They made plans to meet in  the morning so Grace could ride into the office with Rachel.

Her suite was larger than she'd expected with a sitting area and dining  table. Grace was staying for at least two weeks, so it was nice to have  room to spread out. She collapsed on the plush king-sized bed. It was a  relief to know Rachel and Jack had never been a couple. It would make  working with Rachel much easier for the green-eyed monster lurking  behind Grace's eyes. She'd never been a jealous woman, unless Jack was  involved. It seemed some things hadn't changed.





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"Grace."

His voice came to her through the darkness. Jack's large hands roamed  hungrily over her body in the darkness. Jack was in her bed. How had he  gotten into her room? He was massaging her breasts and tasting her  throat. Oh God, yes! Fuck! She was hot for him already.

"Grace." His hand moved down her body and she held her breathe. He moved  slowly, teasing her with feather light brushes over her sides and  belly. He cupped her mound over her panties. Grace's hips bucked and  pressed into his touch. She wanted him to stroke her aching clit.

"Fuck, Jack, please." She writhed and begged him to keep going. And he  did. He moved down to suckle her breasts until her nipples were taut  points of pleasure. His hand slipped beneath her panties and she  shuddered.

"Grace." Jack's voice was more forceful now as his fingers separated her  wet folds. Oh shit! She was going to come. He'd barely touched her and  she was already too far gone to stop the impending orgasm. Jack felt her  muscles ripple with the first waves of her release. Two of his thick  fingers delved deep into her pussy. She rode his hand, wanting every  drop of pleasure he could provide.         

     



 

"Grace!" Bang, bang, bang. The door to her suite vibrated. "Grace, are you okay in there?"

Grace jerked awake with her hand in her panties. Jack was in the  corridor calling her name. Fuck! Really? A wet dream? She was mortified  by her own behavior.

"I'm coming," she hollered, and then winced. She wasn't coming anymore,  but she had been. A peek at the alarm clock told her it was still early.  Rachel wasn't due to pick her up for two hours. She was exhausted. She  spoke to Luke the night before but he was uncharacteristically quiet and  he made some bullshit excuse to get off the phone. Grace had lain there  for a long time thinking about what it would be like if she left Luke  behind. Was that how it would be between them? She hoped and prayed that  wouldn't be the case.

She leapt from the bed and went to open the door. Jack stood there  looking concerned and downright tasty. He wore a charcoal suit with a  white shirt open at the throat with no tie. He looked her up and down  just as she did him. Grace blushed crimson, as if he could just by  looking at her know that she had just stroked herself to orgasm while  dreaming of him.

"What's wrong?" she asked. "Is the hotel on fire?" she snapped to cover her embarrassment.

Jack's frown lifted at the corners. He shook his head. "No, smartass,  there's no fire, but I was calling your room and you didn't answer. So I  became concerned and came up to check on you. I was banging on the door  for five minutes."

Grace left the door open for Jack to enter while she went into the  bedroom to check the phone by the bed. "The last person must have turned  off the ringer." She turned the ringer up. Then she scurried into the  bathroom to brush her teeth. Yuck! Morning breath!

Her reflection in the mirror over the sink made her wince. Her ponytail  was crooked, her eyes were puffy from sleep, and she wore only a pair of  boy shorts and camisole to bed. She hadn't thought to grab her robe  before she ran to the door. Now that her mouth didn't feel like a desert  and she'd donned her robe she went back out to the sitting room. Jack  was watching the news and scrolling through emails. He looked up and  gave her a heated look complete with the heart stopping grin that she  had no defense against.

Jack came to his feet and moved toward her. His eyes moved to her mouth  and she knew he was going to kiss her. He would kiss her and she would  let him. She wanted to feel his hot mouth on hers, demanding she submit  to his will. But he stopped just inches from touching her. His nostrils  flared and he cursed.

"Meet me downstairs in the lobby. We'll get breakfast before we head to the office," he said and swiftly moved to the door.

"I thought Rachel was picking me up?"

"Change of plans. I've got you now," he told her as he pulled the door  closed behind himself. She was afraid to admit to herself exactly how  true the statement really was.





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Grace climbed out of the passenger side of Jack's 1968 Mustang Shelby GT  500KR and let out a whoop of delight. Jack had taken her for an early  morning spin in the little silver rocket that ended at Pikes Place  Market. Grace thought Jack would own a luxury vehicle, given his wealth,  but that really wasn't his way. Instead of purchasing something sleek  and new, he drove a classic car he'd restored himself to the best of his  ability. The work that was beyond Jack's experience with fixing cars  was done by professionals.

She filled her lungs with cool sea air. It was just after seven and the  market was still quiet. The parking lot was practically empty. He came  around to her side and linked his fingers with hers. Grace looked down  at their joined hands and back up at Jack. He looked down and seemed to  be surprised at what he'd done.

"I, uh, I'm sorry about that, Grace. I guess old habits die hard." He tried to release her hand but Grace held on to him.

"It's okay. I missed you, too, Jack." She went up on her toes and kissed  Jack's cheek. Jack's eyes drifted back to her mouth and he cursed. She  licked her lips and his nostrils flared. She knew it was coming and Jack  didn't disappoint her this time. He backed Grace into his car and  kissed her with all of the pent up emotion they were both fighting to  contain. She knew this was wrong and she should push him away. She  should be focusing on the business she was there to conduct. Her life  was hanging and the biggest decision of her life was yet to be made. She  knew all of this, but when she was there in Jack's arms it was like no  time had passed. As soon as they touched it was like a flash fire that  couldn't be contained. Jack ate at her mouth, relearning her flavor,  tracing every dip and curve of her mouth as she went about tasting him.         

     



 

"You know what I want, Grace?" he asked against her lips.

"To fuck me hard on the hood of your car?" It was what she wanted, too.

Jack shivered at the shared memory, "I want to show just how much I've  missed you, baby. I want to take this hot little body and taste every  inch of it until you beg me to fuck you long and hard. That's what I  want to do." He kissed her again, sucking her tongue into his mouth. He  pressed his hips into her belly and the evidence of his excitement made  itself known. Christ! She was ready.

"Damn." He looked into her eyes with a guilty expression. "I promised  myself I wouldn't do this, not yet anyway." He stroked her cheeks with  his thumbs as he gently held her face cupped in his hands. "I wanted to  give you time to take a look at the company and be sure you'll be happy  here in Seattle. Fuck, baby, I couldn't even get through breakfast."

He kissed her softly, sweetly, and Grace felt tears burn her eyes. She  was afraid, terrified. After all of these years she was still under  Jack's spell. Here she was, with her tongue in his mouth, and she had no  idea if he was even single. She was doing it again.

"Get a room!" Someone shouted from across the parking lot. The spell was  broken and Jack and she both laughed out loud. He ran the back of his  finger down her cheek and placed one last little kiss on the corner of  her mouth.