"You were saying something, baby?" His voice was teasing, smug against my ears.
When the buzzing on my c**t stopped, I opened my eyes and hit his chest playfully. "You sneaky bastard." I cursed.
Jack chuckled.
I couldn't help but laugh too. I was breathless, panting softly, "Is this what you plan on doing to me?"
"Yes, baby." He kissed me. "And I can't wait for dinner. I'm starving." He pulled away from the hug and separated us.
"Jack, I can't…"
"Shhh." He pressed a finger to my lips. "Enjoy." Another kiss, then he clasped my hand in his tightly, intertwining our fingers together, as he led me down the stairs.
In the hallway, he let go of my hand, breaking touch and inviting a sudden feeling of coldness as he walked a few feet away.
We still had to be careful.
