CHAPTER NINE

I swirled in front of the mirror, inspecting my outfit as I waited for Jack’s arrival. Moments after I had put on my shoes, a faint knock came tapping at the front door— followed by muffled chatters. Lana stepped into my room to announce Jack’s presence, complimenting my outfit, then gently adding a generous amount of mascara to my already long lashes. We hugged in a short embrace.

“Okay, you’re good to go.” she cooed, satisfied with her work. I stood, straightening the creased portion of my dress from our embrace and smiled at her beautiful face while picking my purse from the bedside table. I walked gingerly to meet Jack in these impossible stilettos, each step offering a sharp clicking sound against the hard marble floor. Jack walked up to meet me as I peered down the hallway.

“You look ravishing, lady,” Jack said, his tongue tracing the full length of his lips. He leaned in, his mouth brushing my ear. “I can’t. wait. to. be. inside. you,” he whispered, punctuating each word in my ear. I hummed, burning with anticipation.

“Shall we?” he asked, leading me outside to the Rolls Royce.

He drove a different car today, how many cars does he possess?

“How many cars do you possess?” I found myself asking the question out loud. He must love cars.

“I’ve lost track.” he said, the corner of his mouth lifting. I glanced over at him, astonished by his casual response.

He guided me to my seat, strapping the belt around me before circling the car to the front and slipping behind the wheels. He drove frighteningly fast, glancing at me every so often through his thick lashes and taking my hand into his, tracing it with kisses. I smiled back at him now and again, his face looking like a literal God. Within minutes, he pulled up to the gates of a mansion.

This wasn’t a restaurant.

“I wanted to show you my house,” he said, placing a kiss on my hand. “If I’m going to reveal my naked truths, it might as well be in my comfort zone. Don’t you agree?”

I stared at him, nodding my understanding. The gates opened electronically and he drove into the vast expanse of the mansion’s forecourt, making a few slow loops along the circular driveway before heading to the main entrance. He held out the door for me, instantly stopping short in my tracks.

I gasped in awe, as I was met with an enormous table standing at the centre of his space, a pristine tablecloth draping it. The silver cutlery and crockery were immaculately arranged on the table—restaurant style.

“Come. Sit.” he gestured, ushering me to a seat.

“Hope I’ve made an impression.” he said moving to his side of the table, directly across from me.

“Not quite there yet.” I said, my lips curving.

“Point taken,” he said, sinking to his seat. “I’ll seek your advice next time, on dinner planning.” he rasped, a smirk tugging at his beautiful lips.

He worked his hands around the table, dishing out two slices of Beef Wellington onto my plate. We ate quietly, with Jack stealing glances at me now and again. I searched my mind for all the questions I had always wanted to ask him, but I was blank. And the awkward silence persisted, almost deafening.

“So—"

“Do—"

We both spoke at the same time, laughing at our silliness.

“You go first.” I said, putting a small, bite-sized portion of Beef Wellington on my fork. I lifted the bite to my mouth, savouring the aroma before tasting it, letting it melt on my tongue.

“Do you have a good relationship with your parents?” he asked, sipping on his wine.

“Had…” I sank my teeth into my bottom lip, biting slightly and offering a half-smile. “I had a wonderful relationship with them. They died when I was a freshman at Oxford University. I met Lana just about that time. Yours?” I said, rushing to divert the conversation from my parents—their passing still a painful memory that lingered every day.

Jack’s eyes softened as he murmured “I’m sorry.”

He tapped on my hand repeatedly across the table.

“It’s fine,” I said, forcing a faint smile. “Did you have a good relationship with yours?” I asked, lifting the wine glass to my mouth.

He huffed, “They were arseholes.”

“Why’s that?” I asked, my forehead knitting together with concern.

“They were strict perfectionists, that beat the shit out of me. They are bad news”

He was abused? I can’t imagine Jack being hit by his parents.

“No child deserves to go through that, Jack. I’m so sorry”

“It means a lot. I know one thing for sure, no child of mine will be abused”

I nodded, fidgeting with my wine glass. I had no idea how to console him. He always seemed in control and arrogantly confident.

“Come.”

He offered me his hand and I took it tentatively, snatching my wine glass along before leading us to his julep sofa. I sank into the cushions, feeling them mould to my shape.

He eased down beside me, claiming the wine glass from my hand, and gulping the content empty. I stared at him as his Adam’s apple bulged up and down and swallowed hard. He looked divine.

“Do you want to see something phenomenal?” he said, placing the wine glass on the large area rug. I nodded. He tugged me up by the arm, leading us to a colossal balcony. The view was magnificent.

“It’s beautiful.” I said, holding on to the railing.

The incredible view displayed a vast urban landscape under a deep blue night sky, the skyscrapers were brightly lit to form a central cluster in the distance, while the foreground was filled with the twinkling lights of apartment buildings and streets. The sight was magnificent! The blue tones of the city and the warm golden glow from his soft balcony lights created a peaceful and romantic atmosphere around us. As the night air grew colder, a shudder rippled through my body as I tentatively wrapped my arms around my petite frame. Jack walked behind me, shrugged off his suit jacket and draped it around my shoulders.

His hands skimmed over my bare skin causing a loud gasp to escape my lips.

He leaned down, brushed my earlobe with the tip of his tongue and murmured. “I’m going to have you now.” he whispered, sending heat traveling, throughout my body, my heart thudding loudly in my ears.

He circled around me so that he’s standing in front of me. His shirt was deliberately rolled at the sleeves with two of his buttons undone, exposing a hard-tanned chest. I traced my hands across his broad chest, taking in his full glory. He was way too perfect!

Jack cupped my cheeks in his big palms, stroking them with his thumbs. He leaned in and pressed his lips against mine. I held onto his arms as he reached for my lip, sucking gently before slipping his tongue into my mouth. I moaned into his mouth.

“I’ve longed for this day, for so fucking long.”

“Hmmm.” I hummed, too intoxicated with desire to talk. He smashed his lips firmly against mine, our lips moving over each other—our breath mingling.

I took him into my mouth, our tongues dancing hungrily as liquid lava surged through my groin.

Oh, this was good.

“Oh, Jack.” My head fell back on a moan, and he took full advantage, licking and sucking at the hollow and moving his hand to the nape of my neck to steady me. I gasped as he sucked the skin of my neck —a sensitive spot. I threw my hands around his shoulders, gripping unto him for stability as my knees buckled.

“Jesus!” I cried out, unable to stand still, my knees shaking beneath me. Maintaining his lips firmly against mine, he lifted me from my feet, his hand gripping my waist as I straddled his firm hips. I splayed my hands across his lower back, caressing him as he leisurely strode up the mountain of stairs.

He set me down on my feet in his bedroom, his tongue swirling around in my mouth with urgency, leaving me delirious. I sank my teeth into his lip and tugged on it.

“I can’t wait to taste your wetness, Robin,” he whispered in my ears, sending my legs to a shaky edge.  He worked his hand into action, unzipping my dress with outmost care.

“Hands out.” he commanded, tugging the cap sleeves loose from my arms, letting them sprawl around me. He lifted me from the pool of material, and set me down beside his bed—resuming our kissing. I reached out and undid the rest of his buttons to rid him of the obstruction to his body, and tossing the shirt to the floor. I splayed my hands over his hard, chiselled abs standing on tiptoe to trace my fingers up his chest, and working my way past his throat until my fingers are tugging at his hair. I leaned in, pressing my lips against his chest, before lowering them to his abdomen.

“Fuck, Robin.” He pulled back my hair, bringing me up to meet his eyes. He wanted control— and he had it. I’d surrendered all power to him; he had me completely wrapped. He sent his hand to my spine and unclasped my bra, bringing it forward to my hands to slide off. He cupped one breast in his huge palm, tweaking the nub, to become a hard, aching mound before leaning in to suck on the other.

“Oh God…yes!” I cried, unable to control the pent-up desire burning in my groin. I raked my fingers through my hair in frustration as he desperately devoured me. He circled a moist tongue over one nipple, squeezing the other with a firm grip and massaging it. He worked my breast like his life depended on it, flicking his tongue over and over and sucking on my swollen red nipple until I was trembling in his arms.

He was keeping so long to have me, I didn’t think I could control myself any longer. His arousal was hard as a rock, pressing into my core. I felt like a ticking bomb as he rolled his erection into my core while brutally attacking my lips.  He pulled my knickers down with one swift tug and sat me on the bed, spreading my legs wide. He leaned down, his eyes flickering with mischief.

“You’re so wet for me baby.”

Jack sank to his knees before me, head settling between my legs, his hand disappeared between my thighs, as his thumb flicked gently over my clitoris, sending a rush of heat crashing through me. I was going insane with pleasure. I fist my hand in his hair feeling the silk between my fingers and I pulled gently, the build-up in my groin increasing with every flick.

He bent forward, mouth lowering to my entrance, tracing my opening with soft kisses and homing in on my clitoris –flicking his tongue up and down—over and over.  I was trembling in ecstasy as he delved his tongue in and out of my opening, sending me frantic with lust.

I felt him circling his tongue over the sea of wetness between my thighs—sucking, lapping and licking at the opening. I jerked my head back as he continued sliding over my clit.

“Jack please,” I cried, rolling my hips and clutching the luxurious cotton sprawled around me.

“Relax, lady,” he tutted.

Relax? I can’t relax! I’m losing my mind here. He gripped my thighs firmly in place resuming the torture, blood gushed to my clitoris making it hard, swollen and pointed. One stroke of his tongue over my throbbing clitoris and I’d literally explode into fragments. He lifted his head sharply and stared at my face.

“You’re too beautiful Robin.” he whispered, spreading my legs further apart, and holding them firmly as he worked me slowly, rolling his tongue up and down over my hard-pointed clitoris till the pressure had me splintering in tiny pieces.

“Jesus…Jack” I fell apart, my legs jerking in an uncontrollable spasm. He groaned softly but didn’t release me from the incredible high. He kept at it, stroking up and down till I was convulsing, my hand pulling at his hair in frustration. The pulsation derailing my senses, my vision fading to nothing as I climaxed. He loosened his grip and the stroking slowed, the quiver subsiding in its wake. He laid down beside me, grinning— towering over me in his massive bed.

“Good?” he asked, stroking my forehead.

“The best I’ve ever had,” I said honestly, grinning back at him. I had never felt anything like this with Mason in all the three years we dated—years that nearly ended in marriage. The thought made me cringe now.

He almost married me!!!