JACK
She doesn’t hesitate. Doesn’t play coy. Her fingers are sure, her expression hungry. She drops her blouse on the chair, her bra next. And I just stand there, staring, forgetting how to move. “You gonna look all day?” she teases, breathless.
I cross the room in two steps.
My mouth finds her neck, her shoulder, the soft swell of her chest. She arches into me, eyes closed, moaning quietly like she’s trying not to—but failing. Her hands are under my shirt now, nails dragging lightly over my stomach, and I think I might lose my mind.
Clothes hit the floor fast. Careless. Desperate. Her skirt is hiked up, her underwear pushed aside. I lift her onto the desk, and she gasps as the cool surface meets her skin.
“Jack,” she whispers. “Please.”
I don’t need to be asked twice. I slide into h
