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RUMI

Whoever came up with the saying, “the anticipation is killing me”, had to have been a woman on the brink of her sexual awakening, moments away from having a night alone with the man who showed her the true meaning of sex.

No wonder Ava always talks about needing to get laid.

I’ve been thinking of being in Jack’s bed since the last time I was in it, but I’m thankful that this time he isn’t running a fever and speaking nonsense.

The drive over to his house after Ava and Emerson got home to take Evee to the zoo was excruciating.

I was already buzzing with the news of Lauren’s agent, Joanna, wanting to represent me, not to mention just how anxious—in a good way—I get whenever I’m about to see Jack, the butterflies in my stomach being absolutely menacing when it comes to him and my ability to focus on anything else.

And then adding the anticipation of finally getting our night together, alone ?

I feel like I’m seconds away from my nervous system completely shutting down.

And then he had to go and include Evee in asking me to be his girlfriend after she decided she wanted in on all the celebrating and said her first word?

I don’t know how I’m still standing.

“Are you hungry?” Jack asks as he pulls into his driveway, his hand on my thigh as he cuts the engine and turns to look at me.

I shake my head, words failing me. With so many thoughts racing through my brain, I can’t trust myself to string together any comprehensible sentences.

Jack’s eyes darken, and his hand on my leg tightens. I hope he can see that I am in no way thinking about eating, not when we have an empty house just outside his truck and a whole night with just the two of us.

Jack hops out of the truck, before coming over to open my door. He holds his hand out for me to take, helping me hop down from the truck, my feet barely hitting the ground before his lips crash into mine.

He kisses me with a sense of urgency, like he’s been waiting to get his mouth on mine all day, all week, his whole life.

His tongue dances with mine as he lifts me against him, and my legs instinctively wrap around his body.

He holds me tight as he shuts the car door and walks us to the house, never breaking our kiss.

It’s early afternoon, the sun still high, and his neighbors probably think we’re insane, but none of that matters. Not when I can feel his strong arms wrapped around me, his hard body pressed against mine.

He breaks our kiss just long enough to unlock his door, taking a couple tries as I kiss along the stubble on his jaw and down his neck.

“I need you in my bed.” His lips find mine again as we walk into the house, and he kicks the door shut behind him. I feel his steps stutter as we get closer to the stairs before he changes his mind and walks us into the kitchen.

“What are you doing?” I ask him as he sets me down just in front of the counter.

He doesn’t answer at first, kissing me hard before he turns me around. “Bend over for me,” he growls in my ear, his voice thick.

I turn over my shoulder to see his green eyes clouded with lust, like fog over the forest, a beautiful yet dangerous sight. I feel one arm hook around my waist while the other gently pushes me down, my exposed chest from my sundress and arms meeting the cool granite of the counter.

“I need to taste you.”

A moan escapes my lips at his words, and I feel him fist my dress, bringing it up over my ass that’s on full display to him.

“Here?” I ask, but it comes out too breathy to sound even remotely similar to something other than a plea.

“Yes, right here. Right where I watched you lick that chocolate off those lips the first time you came over,” he says, hooking his thumbs under the waistband of my underwear, bringing them down slowly—the way he slows down gives me whiplash, my chest rising and falling quickly against the granite.

“You don’t even like chocolate,” I argue. Not seeing what he’s doing makes this all the more hotter, the feeling of him lowering my underwear inch-by-inch making me go absolutely crazy.

“I would if I was licking it off you . What do you think, pretty girl?” With my underwear now around my ankles, he grips my ass with both hands.

“Should I keep you bent over with your ass out while I melt some chocolate to pour all over your sweet skin?” His hands move up my body, palming my breasts as a groan leaves his lips.

“And all over those amazing tits?” He presses kisses down my neck and over my shoulder.

“Would you let me lick my way down all the way to this greedy, little pussy?”

He runs a finger down my slit, parting me, and I can feel how wet I already am. The picture he paints in my head, in addition to all this waiting we’ve done for a night alone, is enough to already have me on the edge.

Jack hums, as he lazily draws his finger over me, spreading my wetness all over my clit and my entrance, pulling a moan from me.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he asks, bending over me and pressing my body more into the counter. The weight of him on top of me and the lazy circles he draws over my clit with his finger is enough to have me seeing stars.

He takes me right to the edge before he pulls away, leaving me breathing heavy against the counter.

“Really?” I say, but it comes out more like a whine. “You really know how to work a girl up, huh?” I start to push myself off the counter, but I feel his hand press on my back, keeping me down.

“Stay right there,” he orders, and it sends a bolt of electricity through me.

Turning my head, I watch as he saunters over to the cabinet, pulling out a bag of chocolate chips before reaching into another one for a bowl.

“Are you actually about to do this?” I ask him, feeling silly that I’m still bent against the counter with my ass on full display.

He shushes me, working as if he has all the time in the world—pouring some chocolate chips into the glass bowl before setting the bowl into the microwave. He sets the timer for thirty seconds, and I already know it’s going to be the longest thirty seconds of my life.

I let out a groan. “This is ridiculous.” I move to stand up again, but Jack is back behind me before I can even sit up an inch.

“What’s so ridiculous is how I’m going to make you come before that timer runs out.

” I don’t even have time to register the words before he pumps two fingers inside of me, finding the spot that instantly makes me scream out his name.

The stretch is delicious, his thumb finding my clit with such precision, it’s like he knows my body better than I know it myself.

He works me fast and hard, whispering dirty promises of what’s to come until I’m falling apart in his hands with seconds to spare.

The microwave beeps just as I start coming down, and I don’t even have to lift my hand from the counter to know that Jack has a smirk on his face.

“That,” he says, walking over to the microwave and pulling out the melted chocolate, “was just the beginning.”

“What?” I ask, sitting up on my elbows, finding that smirk I knew would be on his stupid, beautiful face.

“I’m nowhere close to being done with you,” he warns, but I’m not scared at all.