The two girls giggled at Chris while Jack smirked and shook his head.
Chris kept the conversation flowing easily, including Zoey and Jessie in his friendly, light banter. Jack listened, quietly entertained by Chris’ storytelling talent.
A few moments later Jack felt the buzz of his phone. Glancing at the screen he quickly scanned a text from Isabella.
Isabella: Want to come over?
She had attached a picture of herself in the tiniest bikini Jack had ever seen, one of her modeling pictures.
Fuck. What a body. His cock stirred as he gazed at her photograph, remembering those full lips wrapped around him, pushing himself into her and pounding away until she screamed his name. She loved getting used up and talked to like a little whore in bed. So goddamn hot.
He forwarded the text to Chris so he could see the picture. A second later Chris checked his phone and glanced quickly at Jack, smiling and trying not to laugh.
Jack waited a few minutes, enjoying the rest of his bourbon in anticipation of hooking up with Isabella later.
Zoey excused herself to the ladies room, grabbing Jessie’s arm as she started to stand up.
Jack also stood. “I’m heading out,” he said. “Nice meeting you, Zoey.” He turned to Jessie, “Guess I’ll see you at work.”
“Have a good night,” Chris said with a smile that showed he knew exactly what kind of night Jack was going to have.
“Goodnight,” murmured Jessie, making brief eye contact with Jack as he turned to leave. She sensed that the focus of his attention had changed after Isabella had stopped by their table.
Not that she blamed him. The girl had been hotter than blacktop on the Fourth of July.
“How about another round, ladies? On me,” Chris said, his eyes shining as he kept his gaze firmly on Zoey.
They nodded their agreement. “Okay, thanks. Can you order our drinks while we go to the ladies’ room?” Zoey asked sweetly.
Making their way through the crowd to the bathroom, Zoey linked arms with Jessie excitedly. “Oh my God, Jessie! He’s so cute and funny! Promise we can stay for a while longer, pretty please?”
“Of course.” Jessie smiled at her best friend. “But ugh, why does he have to be friends with Jack? Talk about awkward!”
Zoey laughed as she joined the line for the bathroom. “It wasn’t that bad. Jack seemed okay. Kind of quiet, but friendly enough. Chris is definitely the funny one.”
“You think?” Jessie laughed. “How about the supermodel chick who stopped to talk to Jack? She was totally hot. I think I hate her.”
Zoey smiled sympathetically. “Yeah, she was pretty hot, I’m not going to lie. I bet that’s why Jack left.”
“Yeah, probably.” Jessie wondered why she felt a pang of disappointment.
Why should she care what Jack Turner did? Or who he did?
“I guess I was way off on the vibes I thought I caught from him earlier today. Clearly I couldn’t be further from his type.”
“Um, not so fast, girl. I definitely think he left to hook up with the model girl, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t notice him looking at you. He totally was. Couldn’t take his eyes off of you, in fact.”
A bathroom stall opened and Zoey was next in line.
“I don’t care,” Jessie replied. “I don’t even want him to look at me. We have to work together. I don’t want things to be weird.”
“Uh-huh,” Zoey called sarcastically from her stall. “Whatever you say. But I’m your best friend and I can tell you like him.”
“Now I hate you.” Jessie pouted as another bathroom stall opened and she slipped in to take her turn.
“SO TELL ME ABOUT YOUR family, Chris. You said you were from South Carolina? That explains the adorable southern accent.” Zoey flirted, as her hand brushed against his as she reached for her drink.
“You like that, huh?” Chris flirted back. “Yeah, I’m from Charleston. My Dad worked for Boeing before he retired. My Mom teaches fourth grade. I have a younger brother and sister. How about y’all?” Chris inquired, politely including Jessie in the conversation, but not taking his eyes off Zoey.
“We’re both from here, well, from Maryland,” Zoey answered. “Let’s see… my Dad is a Senator, a Democrat. And my Mom is a professor at the University of Maryland. And I have four older brothers… I’m the baby.” Zoey, like Jessie, was proud of her family.
“A Democrat?” Chris feigned horror. “I’ll try not to hold it against you,” he laughed. “A Senator’s daughter and four older brothers? I guess I’ll have to watch out then.” His eyes danced as he joked with her. “And what about you, Jessie?”
“Oh, my Dad’s in the boating supplies business and my Mom’s a doctor.” Jessie downplayed her parents’ accomplishments. “And I have an older brother, too. Just one, thank God!” She giggled.
“So tell me, Chris. Are you as much of a player as your friend Jack seems to be?” Zoey asked.
Chris laughed. “Oh no, not at all. I pretty much have zero game. What you see is what you get. And Jack’s not so bad. He just has a lot of… friends.”
“How long have you two known each other?” Zoey asked.
“Oh we’ve been friends forever, since we were little kids. First grade. We grew up together. After his Mom died when we were in third grade, Jack spent a lot of time with my family. He’s like a brother to me.”
“Oh my God, how sad,” Zoey commented. “He was so young when his Mom died.”
“Yeah. It was hard on him.” Chris glanced at Jessie. “Better not mention it to him, though. He doesn’t like talking about it.”
“Oh I won’t say anything! I promise,” Jessie said. She was a soft-hearted girl, and she was replete with sympathy, imagining how terrible it would be to lose her Mom or Dad now, let alone if she had lost one of them as a small child.
The conversation turned to jobs and Chris told them he was a defense attorney for a private law firm. Zoey discussed her work in event planning. They spent the next hour talking and laughing.
Jessie could tell they were really hitting it off. It was nice to see Zoey connecting with someone. She’d gone through a few losers lately.
Jessie hated to interrupt this successful connection but she was tired and anticipated an early morning. She gave Zoey the signal that she needed to get going and Zoey reluctantly acknowledged her. She let Chris know that they needed to head out since they both had to work in the morning.
“Yeah, I should go, too,” Chris agreed. “I have an early court appearance.” They started to stand and Chris turned to Zoey. “So, I hope I run into you again soon.” His interest was obvious and Zoey smiled encouragingly. “Maybe this weekend?”
“Well, Jessie and I are going to Whiskey Rocks on Friday for karaoke night. Maybe we’ll see you there?”
“Yeah, maybe.” Chris smiled. “Be careful getting home.”
Zoey and Jessie said goodnight and made their way out to the street to Zoey’s car.
When they walked inside the house they were happily greeted by Libbie. Jessie was glad to see her dad had brought her dog home earlier that evening.
She let the dog run out in the backyard while she got ready for bed. She called her back in, and the little dog quickly ran and jumped on the pillow at the foot of the bed.
Jessie got in bed, but she was too excited thinking about the day’s events to fall asleep right away. She finally drifted off around midnight, weird dreams of a tall, dark-haired man disturbing her normally peaceful sleep.
Chapter Four
JACK KNOCKED ON THE DOOR of Isabella’s apartment. Anticipation buzzed through his body. She was one of the hottest chicks he’d ever been with. And as a bonus, she liked it rough and dirty.
The door opened almost right away, and Isabella stepped back as he walked inside. She was wearing a sheer, short black robe with a tiny black lace nightie on underneath. Her body looked amazing, all sexy long legs and the perfect body of a swimsuit model.
He let his eye
s rake over her, his expression dark and serious. He was definitely ready to have another round with this little beauty. Fuck. These Latina chicks sure knew how to get him fired up. All that spicy hotness, all those fucking curves and that long dark hair.
She smiled enticingly.
“Hi Jack,” she leaned forward to greet him.
She put a hand on his arm and stood close to him, close enough to press her full, pouty lips lightly against his.
“Hey,” he returned her greeting, instinctively resting his hands on her hips.
No other words were spoken. There was no need for conversation. They both knew why he was there and there was no reason to pretend otherwise. She took his hand and led him directly to the bedroom.
In her room, he slid his hands down her arms slowly, pushing her robe off her shoulders. He let his gaze linger appreciatively on her black lace nightie. Isabella in lingerie was one hell of a sight to see, for sure.
“Damn. You ought to be spread out on the pages of a fucking magazine looking like that.”
She beamed, enjoying his praise.
She lifted his shirt over his head and dropped it, and then ran her fingernails down his chest. Meanwhile, Jack quickly removed her nightie, and took a deep breath as her amazing breasts tumbled free from the black lace.
As she lay back on the bed, Jack bent his head and caught an already-hardened nipple in his mouth. He rubbed one hand over the front of her panties and she moaned as he slid a finger inside them. He groaned slightly and his breathing quickened as he ran his finger down her silky pubic hair and then pressed it gently against her softness. She was warm and wet, confirmation of her desire.
“Hot for me already, aren’t you?” Jack grunted, his cock throbbing, begging to take the place of his fingers inside her wet heat.
“Mmm… yeah,” she moaned as he touched her softly, writhing beneath his hand.
He teased her, touching her lightly and only very slowly increasing the intensity as she tried to press herself against him for relief. He allowed her desire to build before finally maintaining the rhythm and pressure she needed to come, grinding herself against his hand wantonly as she climaxed.
“Yeah, that’s it,” Jack whispered harshly. “Come all over my hand.”
He stopped what he was doing to remove her panties, sliding them down her long legs slowly as he continued to admire her unbelievable body.
“You like showing off this sexy little body, don’t you? You like knowing how many dicks you get hard? How many guys jerk off to your hot pictures?”
“Oh yeah. I like knowing they think about my body while their fucking their girlfriends or jerking their dicks off, coming all over my picture. It turns me on.”
“Bet it does,” Jack grunted as he raked his eyes over her sexy body.
He eagerly bent his head between her legs, flicking his tongue lightly over her smooth pussy lips as his nose pressed against her soft, dark curls. He licked and sucked her clit as he fucked her with two fingers. She grabbed the back of his head as she moaned and grinded her hips in response to his expert mouth.
“Oh Jack! Mmmm, I’m coming again!” Isabella cried out, her ass coming up off the bed as her back arched in bliss.
Jack got a charge from her response to him. It was such a turn-on to feel her come, her pussy dripping wet as it contracted around his fingers.
He was rock hard, his excitement obvious and constricted inside his jeans. He stood to remove the rest of his clothes as Isabella caught her breath. She sat up on the edge of the bed as Jack stood in front of her and assisted him in undressing.
When he stood in front of her naked, his impressive cock rigid and straining toward her, she wrapped her hand around him and leaned forward, using her tongue to bring him the kind of pleasure she knew he would enjoy the most. He sighed and put his hands on the back of her head as her tongue and lips explored every imposing inch of him, reveling in the feeling of her welcome distraction.
“Yeah, that’s it, suck my cock, bad girl,” he whispered, thrusting himself into her mouth.
It was so fucking hot to watch her move her mouth up and down on him, those full, plush lips wrapped around his dick, sucking and licking him until he could hardly think straight.
She could have finished him this way easily. The thought of coming all over her face and watching it drip down that smooth skin was tempting, but he wanted to be inside of her.
Jack pulled himself away from her, grabbed a condom from his pocket and put it on.
“Gonna fuck that pussy now. Roll over.”
He was more than ready to lose himself in some mindless fucking. He had no emotional connection with her. This was purely sexual. He never felt anything but sexual desire for any of the women he fucked. It made his life so much easier.
Jack had spent his life observing people, watching them, figuring out what motivated them. Most of the problems people had were self-inflicted, stemming from an inability to control their emotions. Jack made sure he was always in control.
Isabella turned and bent over on her knees and elbows, giving him a stunning view of her from behind. She had an incredible ass and for a second he wondered if she’d let him fuck her in that hole tonight. He enjoyed the feeling of tapping into a tight little ass as much as the next guy, but tonight he preferred the feeling of a hot, slick cunt.
He always craved pussy above all else. Couldn’t get enough of it. Been this way since he was thirteen years old. Conquering the hottest pussy he could find was just a way of life.
He positioned himself behind her on his knees and put his hands on her hips, entering her from behind. He moved himself in and out of her, slowly at first, increasing his intensity and speed. Fuck, it felt good. Isabella moaned and cried out in pleasure with each pounding thrust.
“Harder! Fuck me… make me fucking scream! Fuck me…” Isabella panted as he pulled her a little closer for even deeper penetration.
“You like that? You’re a naughty little thing, aren’t you? You love taking a big cock in your pussy, huh? You love getting fucked just like a little slut should…” Jack’s voice was as brutal as his words and she loved it. He reached his hand around her so he could play with her clit.
“Oh yeah, I want it, Jack… I’m your little slut! Fuck me… make me come. Yeah, just like that! Ooh… yeah! Harder, yes, Jack!” His fingers circled over her clit as he continued to fuck her. She came hard, crying out as her pussy clenched around his cock, putting him over the edge.
“Fuck yeah,” he groaned, as he pressed himself deep inside of her, grunting slightly as he came.
He savored the feeling of contentment that would only last about sixty seconds before he’d be thinking clearly again. Then he’d be ready to either hang out for a while before going for round two, or get the fuck out of there.
He took a deep breath and pulled out of her, going immediately to the bathroom to throw the condom away.
When he returned to Isabella’s bedroom, she was laying naked in her bed, stretching lazily with a satisfied look on her face.
He glanced around, noticing for the first time that there were framed photographs hung all over the walls. Pictures of Isabella in various poses and stages of undress. Although he appreciated the hot photos, it briefly crossed his mind that it was a little strange that her entire room was a shrine to herself.
“That was just what I needed,” she said. “Thanks for coming over.” Isabella was all business now. He definitely didn’t need to worry about her getting too attached, which he appreciated.
He nodded as he pulled on his clothes. He was ready to go home.
“Good luck with the photo shoot,” he said.
She smiled. “Thanks. I’ll be back in town in a couple of weeks. Call you?”
Jack nodded. “Yeah. Sounds good.”
He left her apartment and headed for home, his motorcycle rumbling through the warm night air.
Chapter Five
ON THURSDAY MORNING WHEN JESSIE got to the office,
Jack was already there.
“Good morning,” Jessie greeted him, smiling.
She felt her heart pound just a bit faster when he glanced up at her and gave her a slight smile. She pulled a small package from her bag and set it down on his desk.
“What’s this?” Jack asked.
“Blueberry muffins. I made them this morning.” Jessie smiled shyly. “I brought some for the whole office, too. I put them in the break room.”
“Oh. Well, thanks.” He pulled a muffin out of the little bag and popped it into his mouth. “Damn. That’s good.”
He reached for another one and took a bite. He thought his sister, Sarah, made the best blueberry muffins he’d ever had, but Jessie’s were right up there.
His eyes swept over her light pink pencil skirt and white tank top. He supposed he would get used to working with her, but it wasn’t going to be easy to keep his thoughts professional. Not if she was going to walk around looking like a girl-next-door fuck fantasy every day.
“How are you?” Jessie asked him, turning on her laptop.
She put down her gym bag, which held her clothes for Diana Powell’s yoga class. Hopefully they would catch her doing complicated yoga positions, thereby confirming that she was lying about her alleged injuries.
“Good,” Jack answered briefly, turning his attention to his computer screen.
“So, Zoey and Chris seemed to hit it off the other night,” Jessie said, turning in her chair toward his desk.
He turned in his chair, also, so they were facing each other.
“Yeah, seemed like it,” he agreed.
“I’d ask you if he’s a nice guy, but he’s your best friend, so even if he wasn’t, I guess you wouldn’t tell me,” Jessie assumed, smiling at him.
He smiled back at her, his eyes lighting up mischievously. “Well, he is my best friend,” he was making fun of her choice of words. “So you’re right, I wouldn’t tell you. But just for the record, he is. A nice guy.”
“Good.”
Jack gestured toward her gym bag. “Is that your stuff for tonight?”
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