by N. K. Love
I squeal, jumping up and down on the spot. A date! A proper date! He is asking me out on a real date. Shit! I’ve got less than an hour until he arrives.
Whipping off my clothes, I make a start on the transformation.
7:58pm
All done and bang on time! I admire my reflection and moreover Jax’s exquisite taste. The dress is off the shoulders, but the design is conservative. It hugs my upper body beneath the chiffon, which is embellished with incredibly detailed embroidery. From the hips, the material free-flows elegantly, almost touching the floor. I feel so sophisticated and sexy.
The chosen underwear was a simple nude strapless bra, perfect for the dress, and a gorgeous champagne coloured thong with black lace.
I avoid eyeing the price tags, not wanting to confirm my suspicion that they’d satisfy many years’ worth of my book whoring!
I’ve pinned my hair up and left just a few long, wavy strands trailing down the sides of my face and over my breasts. It’s the healthiest I’ve looked in a while, and I’m sure my body’s still glowing after the attention Jax gave it last night—and this morning!
The intercom buzzes and my stomach flips. He’s here. I skip out of the bedroom, down the stairs, and take a deep breath before hitting the speaker on the intercom.
Speaking in my most sultry voice, “Good evening, Sir.”
“Good evening, Miss Taylor. Your car is ready for you, ma’am.”
“Oh. Erm, okay. I’ll be right out.”
Okay. So it appears he’s sent a car. Grabbing my handbag, I lock up the apartment and make my way over to the security gate. As I enter the code to get through it, I spot a black stretch limo with dark tinted windows. Wow! I’ve only ever been in a limo once, and that was years ago for a shitty party at university.
The driver waits patiently at the back of the car as I teeter towards him, breaking in my new Manolo Blahnik velvet pumps, courtesy of my man.
I smile at the suited, middle aged man, and he nods politely, opening the door for me. Carefully climbing into the vehicle, a strong hand glides up my thigh before I’m even seated. I gasp and then giggle as soon as I lock eyes with my delicious date for this evening. The door shuts behind me.
“You’re here.”
“I’m here.”
He kisses my hand as he guides me over to the seat beside him.
“In a tux.”
“You like?”
“Oh, yes! My tattooed beast of a boyfriend certainly scrubs up nicely.”
Jax beckons me closer with a tilt of his head and kisses me gently. His lips are warm and soft.
“You look and smell incredible.”
“Why, thank you, and thank you for the outfit, it’s perfect. I’ve never felt so… stylish.”
Jax runs his finger along the delicate, white gold necklace and stops at the beautiful, freshwater pearl and diamond pendant. His touch leaves a heated trail in its wake. His thoughts seem distant though, almost pondering, but he is smiling and God knows I can’t get enough of his smile.
He presses a button on a control pad and tells the driver we’re ready. The blacked out privacy screen between us and the front of the car is already up.
“Buckle up, B.”
As I fasten my seatbelt, my greedy eyes soak him in once more. He looks so good, no matter what he wears; tux, suit, gym gear, jeans, nothing. Having labelled tonight as our first date, I can’t help feeling nervous. I don’t usually feel these kind of butterflies around Jax. Sensing my nerves, he takes my hand and moves it to his leg.
“So, where are you taking me?”
“A charity event. It’s just a meal, a band and a few speeches.”
“Is it a charity Carter Corp. invests in?”
I mentally cross my fingers, hoping it is.
“No, just me. It’s one I became involved with shortly after joining the Unit.” Jax checks my reaction at the mention of that name, but I remain nonchalant. “They specialise in supporting victims of abuse. Everything from rehabilitation, to rehoming. Their work is superb.”
“It sounds like it. I can’t wait… Thank you for inviting me.”
Jax squeezes my hand and I, in turn, squeeze his inner thigh. Any other time, he’d be emanating sexual vibes left, right, and centre. But for some reason, although there’s definitely a desire there, he’s purposely not acting on it. The genuine smile on his face reassures me that nothing’s wrong. I wonder if I should warn him that my period is due so I’m horny as hell.
We drive outside of the City. During the journey, Jax has been ‘innocently’ touching me, serving to heighten my growing need for him. I thought I was going to pounce on him at one point, when he casually stroked my bare shoulders and gently scratched his nails down the back of my neck. But still, there was no follow through from him.
When I catch a twinkle in his eye, I realise that he is doing it intentionally, tempting me, knowing that I can’t have him for hours. Well, this kind of suspense is liable to kill me, especially considering we’ve got to keep our hands to ourselves at this formal affair.
Thankfully, shortly afterwards we arrive at a hotel. I need to get out of this close proximity before I start breaking into a sweat. I’m fit to burst. The limo pulls up, and Jax gets out first so that he can take my hand to help me out.
“You’re nervous.”
“I’m not.”
He weaves his hand to span across the small of my back and leans in to whisper.
“You haven’t stopped fidgeting. Would you rather we go somewhere else, Angel? I honestly don’t mind, we could go—”
“No, of course not.” I interject. “It’s a nervous excitement, that’s all. I want to be here, with you, on your arm.”
“Well then, let’s go, Miss Taylor.”
Jax crooks his arm in my direction and I take it with pleasure. There’s guests mingling outside as we make our way inside. Jax signs something at the desk and then leads me into the main room, which is buzzing with chatter.
The grand ballroom is filled with circular tables on one side, and a dance floor and stage at the other. There’s a live band playing on the stage, with some couples waltzing their way around the floor.
Knowing what Jax looks like beneath that tux, he’d be forgiven for not quite blending in with this crowd—but that’s not the case at all. The confident businessman in him ensures that he is adaptable to whichever setting he needs to be. That rubs off on me a little too. Although this isn’t what I’m used to, proudly being on his arm automatically puts me at ease.
Jax introduces me to some of the charity organiser’s, who are pleasantly surprised to see him. Over years of practice, he has perfected the art of mingling without actually entering into any real conversation before he moves us on. Countless women aim their dreamy gaze in his direction, and it doesn’t go undetected by me. Perhaps I’m bias, but he is by far the hottest man in the place. The women want to drool over him and the men want to rub shoulders with him.
Despite my foreign surroundings, between the sparkling wine and Jax’s company, I’m thoroughly enjoying myself. The host beckons everybody to gather on the dance floor to begin the speeches.
The speakers talk about the success of the good work that they do and how much they’re progressing and growing from strength to strength. I learn that tonight’s guests have paid thousands of pounds for each seat, which will be used to help fund a new rehabilitation centre in a neighbouring City.
The entire time, Jax stands behind me with his hands around my waist. Every single time his body touches mine, in any capacity whatsoever, it sends shivers to my core. That’s the effect he has on me. It’s authentic and special, nothing like I’ve ever experienced before.
Having a peek into another part of his life has made me feel even closer to him. This complicated man becomes more and more loveable with every breath.
Once the speeches are wrapped up, we’re seated for our second of five courses. We’ve been enjoying the first course of appetizers whilst we
’ve been mingling. The second course is a light vegetable soup. It’s delicious and the wine is lush.
After the bowls have been taken away and the glasses refilled, we chat away to the other two couples sitting at our table. They’re lovely but thankfully not too talkative because the devilish look etched on Jax’s face means he has plans to up the ante on my horny suspense. Hopefully he’s going to ease some of this chronic sexual need that’s been snowballing inside of me since I got into the limo tonight.
With the tablecloth draping low, it means his hand on my knee goes pretty much unnoticed as we’re already sitting close. Inch by inch his fingers hitch up the material of my gown. Once his warm hand hits my skin, he starts to move his fingertips further and further up, achingly slowly. Somehow, I manage to continue contributing to the conversation about the British education system, I think!
Needing a reprieve, I bring my wine to my lips giving my mouth something to swallow and duck out of the discussion for a minute. Jax takes that as his cue to slide his finger, without warning, straight past my thong and into my pussy. I jolt forward and spill my drink a little.
Completely unfazed, Jax continues tormenting me with his middle finger, whilst coolly taking his napkin in his free hand and dabbing at my pouting lips.
“Everything okay, B?”
Maintaining his pursuit, he slides his finger in deeper and the heat rises from my pussy to my cheeks. Flashing me a panty dropping smile, I can’t help but squeeze my thighs together.
“Of course, G… Everything’s fine.”
He gives me a cheeky wink, whilst looking pleased with himself. Having studied his face a hundred times before, I notice that he hasn’t quite managed to hide his own arousal though. Game on, Carter!
At that point, the third course starts being served amongst the tables. Jax, leans over to kiss me and goes to withdraw his hand from under the table. But, I take hold of his wrist, with my palm over his knuckles, and press down. I push his finger further back into me and clench my pussy until he feels the tightness. He stays nose to nose with me as I smirk confidently. An almost silent groan escapes his lips and I feel his breath flutter against my lips.
“I’d call that a draw, G.”
Determined, in a bid to take the win, he adds his forefinger to the mix. I take my mouth to his ear and let him hear the full effect of my shaky breath. I see him swallow hard and shake his head slightly to compose himself.
“Okay, Angel. It’s a tie… For now.”
As our plates are set before us, I thank the server and move my hand back to the table, thirstily snatching up my other glass of iced water. Jax slowly pulls away, readjusting my thong and brings his clenched fist to his mouth to clear his throat. This time, he subtly sucks the tips of those two fingers in turn. With my glass poised halfway back to the table, I’m momentarily entranced by his gorgeous mouth.
He nudges my knee under the table and I shake my head and giggle. Then we both seamlessly rejoin the conversation and enjoy our mushroom risotto.
Between the next courses, I nip out to the ladies. The atmosphere here is lovely. The room is alight with chatter and laughter. Jax gives me a devilish look as I walk back to our table, undressing me with his mischievous green eyes.
That little bit of fun wasn’t quite the orgasm my body’s screaming out for, but it’ll curb my enthusiasm for now. Miss Fierce is already hatching a plan to unleash as we’re alone. But, if he wants to carry on teasing, Miss Seductive is waiting in the wings!
The entrée is slow-roasted duck. Jax must’ve heightened my senses somehow because my taste buds seem to magnify every flavour. The meat is succulent and melts in your mouth. I’ve no idea how they’ve cooked these vegetables, but they’re bursting with juicy flavour.
Having slipped off one of my pumps, I’ve been stroking my foot over his leg, playing footsy. I keep catching Jax watching me eat. He can obviously tell how much I’m enjoying it and knowing Jax, I bet he’s packing at least an impressive semi beneath this table.
As our table’s cleared I’m still feeling playful and frisky. I dab on some lip gloss and place my hand on Jax’s knee. Leaning over to him, I wait for him to offer me his ear before whispering.
“Are you hard for me, G?”
“Why don’t you see for yourself?”
Oh I intend to. With less restraint than he had, I slide my hand up his inner thigh and find Jax rock hard and ready to go. I cross my own legs and squeeze tightly. Rubbing my glossed lips together, I’m just about to manhandle his crown jewels when…
“Mr Carter! There you are!”
Dammit.
Jax has to stand so that he can introduce me to Charles Cox, one of the charities major benefactors. My mouth nearly trips over his surname as I stand and he kisses my blushing cheeks. Rather than sitting back down, I use the opportunity to take pity on Jax and his straining pants, which he’s guarding by holding his champagne flute casually by his crotch.
I politely excuse myself, telling them I’m going to get some fresh air, whilst they catch up. Thus, offering Mr Cox my seat. As he obliges, Jax pulls me down for a swift kiss. Whispering a ‘thank you’ in my ear, instantly triggers a spine tingling shiver, as I think about his hard dick just inches away from me. I probably do need to get some fresh air after all.
I head to the foyer, which is quieter now that the ballroom is buzzing. Stopping at a floor length mirror, I tame my hair back into place with the pins. I can’t shift the ridiculous smile etched across my face.
Walking outside and away from a few guests who are smoking on the steps, I breathe in the cool night’s air. The stars are out and I feel as though I’m inside of the most magical snow globe—minus the snow. This evening couldn’t be more perfect. I’ve loved seeing Jax in his element, doing what he loves, contributing to helping people overcome hard times. Hopefully this means that by cutting the Unit out of his life, he’ll focus more on supporting people legally, legitimately.
I don’t want to get ahead of myself, but I can’t help feeling confident that this is another step in the right direction of getting him to reunite with his family. That’s what I want for him. It’s the missing piece to his puzzle, to make him whole again. He is a stubborn man and I understand that when he agreed to my compromise, he sacrificed something he had no intention of ever doing. That alone means the absolute world to me. So, I won’t push him, not this time. No more ultimatums.
“Bethany? Bethany, poppet, I thought it was you.”
Before I even set eyes on her, that voice crawls like a tarantula along my spine. She walks up to me from behind and I swivel on the spot to face her. She looks sickeningly elegant in her fashionable knee length dress, sipping on a glass of champagne with her pinky finger poised.
“Carmel, what a pleasant surprise.”
I speak through a fakeass smile and note her equivalent aversion to seeing me.
“Isn’t it.” She flutters her eyelashes. “I am shocked X has attended, let alone bringing you as his plus one.”
“Yes. I didn’t realise you were here either.”
I smooth down the material of my dress as she looks me up and down. I really wish I knew what she was thinking.
“Well, he certainly does like to keep his women guessing.”
“You’re his friend, Carmel, not his woman.”
“Yes, yes, of course, sweetie.” Argh! Condescending bitch. “So, how is he holding up?”
“He is doing just great, thank you.” This time I make more of an effort to smile sweetly just to piss her off. “In fact, I’d better get back to him, he’ll only worry.”
I go to walk past her, but she grabs me by the elbow so that we’re standing side to side. I shrug myself out of her claws and lean my face closer to her.
“I’ve got a feeling you’re up to something and I don’t like it. You’re trying to change him. You haven’t realised yet that he’ll never change.”
“He is big enough to make his own decisions. I don’t need to change him.
Just like he doesn’t need the Unit.”
The look on her face tells me she didn’t expect me to blurt that out.
“Keep your fucking voice down.” She hisses, looking over at the smokers nearby, but it’s obvious we’re out of earshot, I’m not stupid. “No matter what promises he makes to you, he will always come back… It’s what he is made of. It’s what he loves. That kind of intensity, and trust me, I know all about his intensity—” I can’t help but screw up my face at her insinuations. “Oh sorry darling, didn’t you know about us? How insensitive of me. So it seems he doesn’t tell you all his deep secrets.”
