He would press her against the wall, hard, as he kissed her roughly. Then he would rake his hands all over her, pushing her dress up over her hips. His fingers would rub against the black lace of her panties, harder and harder until she lost control and came so hard….
The warm water trickled down her body as she came harder than she’d ever come before. She gasped as her orgasm surprised her with its intensity. She threw her head back and moaned as her pussy clenched and the pleasure spread over her. She leaned back against the wall of the shower as her body calmed down.
She knew that she and Jack shouldn’t kiss again. She certainly didn’t want to give him the wrong idea about what kind of girl she was. Things would be awkward enough after this. Also, there was no way she would settle for less than what she wanted, and that was to be in a committed relationship with someone who put her above all others. She knew in her heart that Jack would never feel that way about her.
JACK CLOSED THE DOOR BEHIND him and sat down on the bed for a minute to calm the fuck down.
What the hell was wrong with him? Why had he walked away from her? He could tell she was into it. He probably could have taken it all the way. Wouldn’t have taken much persuading. He could be in bed with her right now, exploring every inch of that body, finding out what she felt like, what she tasted like, making her come. His dick was also wondering what the fuck just happened. Still hard as granite, waiting for some action.
At the same time, he knew he’d done the right thing by stopping. He knew that if they slept together, not only would it make things awkward between them, but it would also be a dick move to hurt her feelings. Which he no doubt would. She was that kind of girl. And he cared about her too much… he shook his head and smirked to himself. What was he, a fucking boy scout all of the sudden?
Why was he being such a fucking pussy? He did not care about this girl. No fucking way.
They were friends, though. He’d never had a friend that was a girl before. He wasn’t used to it. It was hard to not think about fucking her when they spent so much time together, but this girl was off-limits.
He’d been so worried about her tonight, and so fucking pissed when he found out she’d gone to that guy’s place. She was being reckless. Anything could have happened. He felt responsible for her, even though she said she could take care of herself. He wasn’t about to let anything happen to her, not if he could help it. He was already going to wonder for the rest of his life if he could have prevented what happened to Gus.
He wanted to stop thinking about the whole thing. It was too complicated. The one thing he tried like hell to avoid.
He sighed. He needed to come. Otherwise he wouldn’t be able to sleep. He needed to rub one out. He was still hard when he started stroking himself, various memories of Jessie rolling like a video through his mind, now including the feel and taste of her lips and tongue and her soft skin under his fingers.
She would be standing in front of him, white cotton panties, no bra. He would lean in and lick her nipples, and when he touched her between her legs her panties would be wet. He would pull them down over her hips slowly, and then he would lay her down on the bed and press his tongue against her pussy, breathing her in, tasting her… she would cry out and…
He was already so wound up it didn’t take long to get himself off. His eyes closed as he came hard into his hand.
JESSIE OPENED HER EYES AND stared at the ceiling. Slowly the events of the night before came rushing back to her.
She got out of bed and went into the bathroom, where she brushed her teeth slowly. She put her hair in a ponytail and washed her face. Looking at herself in the mirror she touched a finger to her mouth, remembering the way Jack’s lips had felt when he kissed her.
She pulled on a pair of cut-off shorts and a light blue tank top over a white bra and panties and slid her feet into flip-flops. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and took a cautious step out into the common area.
Jack sat at the table in front of his computer, his attention focused on whatever was on the screen. Jessie cleared her throat as she slowly took a few steps toward the sofa.
He looked up from the computer and their eyes locked for a moment.
“Hi,” Jessie said quietly, eyes darting away from his nervously.
“Hey,” he said, his expression blank as his eyes quickly scanned down her body and then back up again. She looked adorable in little shorts that showed off her tan legs, her hair in a messy ponytail.
He tore his eyes away from her and looked back at the computer. He figured the best thing to do was to not acknowledge the previous evening at all. Wouldn’t be long and it would be just as if that kiss had never happened. No big deal.
Jessie felt herself blush. She wondered if this moment could possibly be any more awkward.
“Looks like Violet Davis was trying to buy real estate in St. Thomas. We’ll have to go check it out.”
Jack was acting totally normal. From the casual way he was talking, you’d never believe that just last night he’d been kissing her like she was the hottest thing he’d ever seen.
“To St. Thomas?” Jessie asked, coming to stand by him at the table.
She wasn’t sure how to feel about the fact that Jack was acting like nothing had happened between them last night. Maybe it was better to not acknowledge it. It was just a kiss. It was probably no big deal to him. She was sure he’d kissed hundreds of girls. And he had been drinking last night so maybe he didn’t even remember.
He nodded as he moved his laptop a little so she could see the screen. She leaned forward for a better look, her bare shoulder just inches from him.
“When?” Jessie asked.
“When we finish here. You’ll need to go back to Salvatore’s tonight. You need to see if you can find something concrete to back up the phone call you overheard.”
Jack avoided her eyes. He hated thinking about her going back to where she might be exposed to Tony again, but he didn’t see another way.
Jack didn’t mention that he would be going to Salvatore’s as well. He had no intention of allowing her to be there on her own another night. Now that she had gone home with Tony he would definitely be expecting her to give him what he wanted. Jack wasn’t willing to put her at risk. If she didn’t find anything tonight that would be it. He’d tell Mrs. Dennison that they were as sure as they could be that the debt was legitimate but that they had hit a dead end and there was no way to prove it.
“I’m ordering food. Are you hungry?” Jessie asked, reaching for the room service menu.
He nodded. “Sure.”
He took the menu she handed him, looked it over and then gave her his order. She made the call as he sat down on the sofa and picked up the remote control for the television. He flicked through the channels, settling on a sports program.
“We’re meeting with Mrs. Dennison this afternoon to give her an update. I spoke with her yesterday. I guess I forgot to mention it last night.” Jack glanced at her as she sat on the chair on the opposite side of the room.
Jessie nodded and her face flushed at the mention of the previous evening. The rest of the day passed quickly, and to Jessie’s relief, she and Jack were back to joking and teasing each other as usual. It was as if nothing had happened.
Chapter Seventeen
JESSIE TOOK HER TIME GETTING dressed for her last night at Salvatore’s. She had plenty of time. It was only eight o’clock and she didn’t have to be to the bar until ten.
She and Jack had gone to an Italian restaurant to eat dinner. The awkwardness from this morning had faded and they were back to normal.
But Jessie still found herself remembering his lips on her and the way he had whispered her name as he kissed her. When that happened she would feel heat rise in her face and between her legs.
The meeting with Mrs. Dennison had been awkward, to say the least. Jack had delivered the information to her about Violet Davis. Mrs. Dennison had no knowledge of her and had been shocked by the r
evelation that it appeared her husband had likely been having an affair.
They had also let her know that it did appear that the debt was a legitimate one, but it was proving difficult to find concrete evidence, since illegal activities weren’t often kept track of electronically or in traditional filing systems. The conversation that Jessie overheard might have to be enough proof, although they would make one final attempt tonight to find something concrete among the records that Jessie knew Tony kept in his office.
Jessie straightened her hair and applied her makeup. Then she slipped into an extremely sexy little light pink dress that barely covered her ass and dipped low in the front to show off her cleavage.
Jack didn’t say a word when she joined him in the common area, but his eyes were all over her. He looked away when she made eye contact with him, his expression blank.
“I’ll be there later,” Jack said as Jessie left to head over to the bar.
He was planning to give her only a fifteen-minute head start, and then he would be in a cab headed there himself. He had no intention of leaving her in that bar with Tony Martinelli. He was sure to think Jessie wanted to fuck him, and if she turned him down, he would likely think she was a tease. Men like him wouldn’t think twice about forcing a girl to fuck if they felt entitled to it, and Jack was pretty sure that at this point Tony would feel entitled.
Even though he knew Jessie had self-defense training, he still wasn’t comfortable leaving her to fend for herself. Gus had been the best in the business and he’d gone down, not even seeing it coming.
When Jack arrived at Salvatore’s, Jessie was already on stage.
He automatically surveyed the room and took a seat at the bar. He ordered a Captain and Coke and listened to Jessie singing. The song was familiar to him. Fleetwood Mac. Dreams. One of his mother’s favorite songs.
Jessie had told him that the clientele at this bar tended to be older, so she had adjusted her song list to include some older songs that she knew, songs her parents listened to. The way Jessie sang the song, though, she made it sound new. She put her own spin on it.
He glanced at her occasionally. She looked amazing. He was trying like hell not to think about the kiss the night before. The way her lips had felt against his, how overpowered and yielding her body had felt beneath his hands. The way she had looked up at him, her blue eyes nervous and unsure, but curious. The sound of her breathing as it got heavier. Fuck, he was starting to get hard again just thinking about it.
After her second set, Jessie made her move. Tony was waiting for her at a table.
“I’ll be right back, Tony,” Jessie had said, leaning in to talk close to his ear. “I have to go to the little girls’ room and powder my nose.” Tony ran his hand up the back of her exposed thigh and let it rest on her ass. He gave it a little squeeze and nodded.
“I’ll wait here for you sweetness.” Tony winked at her.
From his place at the bar, Jack noticed Tony’s hand on her leg. He thought about how soft the skin on Jessie’s thigh felt when he had his hand on her last night. Jack finished his drink and asked the bartender for another. He was pissed off watching this asshole paw all over her. He noticed that Jessie’s smile never wavered. She was a good actress. She gave no visible sign of the revulsion that she had told Jack she felt whenever Tony put his hand on her.
JESSIE TURNED THE DOORKNOB TO Tony’s office and slipped inside. He kept the door locked when he wasn’t there, but tended to leave it unlocked when he was at the bar and going in and out.
Quickly, she rifled through the drawers in the file cabinet behind his desk, finding nothing more than stacks of credit card statements and copies of bills and a stack of porn magazines and DVDs.
God, were all men so horny? Seemed like all any of them thought about was sex. Jack. Tony. Good guy. Bad guy. Didn’t matter. They were all the same apparently.
She stood behind his desk and investigated the contents of the drawers. In the top drawer she found a ledger book. Flipping through it, she found that it was filled with handwritten entries of names and amounts, some with notes scribbled in the lines next to them. She scanned through as quickly as she could. She was getting nervous. She’d been gone too long. Tony would start to wonder where she was.
Then, suddenly, there on the page, she found it. Along with some jargon that seemed to have something to do with sports, she found an entry for Sam Dennison. The information clearly reflected all bets and payments, along with the balance owed. Was it undeniable proof? Probably not. Was it the best she was going to get? Definitely.
Jessie snapped a picture of the page with the camera on her phone. She was shoving the journal book back in the drawer when she heard steps approaching.
She had just closed the drawer and stashed her cell phone in her small purse when Tony walked in. He looked surprised to see her standing behind his desk, and then suspicious.
“What are you doing in here, doll?” Tony closed the door behind him and started coming toward her.
Jessie stayed cool. She sat on his desk and smiled at him.
“I was so disappointed last night when you had to leave. I was hoping we could have a few minutes alone.” Jessie fluttered her eyelashes at him.
He came around behind the desk and put his hands on her thighs, roughly pushing her short dress up even further, looking down between her legs as he exposed her lace panties.
He leaned close to her and she could smell alcohol on his breath. She had found it sexy when she smelled it and tasted it on Jack, but it didn’t have the same appeal coming from Tony.
“I don’t like people coming into my office when I’m not here,” Tony said. “Don’t do it again.”
He pressed his hand against her ass and roughly drew her to him. He glared at her coldly, while one of his hands rubbed her inner thigh.
Jessie placed her hands over top of his. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know,” she said sincerely, her innocent blue eyes peering up at him.
“How ’bout I let you make it up to me. I’ll let you suck my cock and we’ll call it even. How’s that sound?”
Jessie smiled like it was a great deal. But she was nauseated. This guy was repellent. What a pig. He clearly viewed women like whores. She hoped that Jack didn’t also treat women like this. It would truly make her sick if he did.
“Is that what you want, baby?” She slid her arms around his neck and kissed him lightly on his lips, playing her role to perfection.
He smiled his greasy smile and nodded, leering down at her.
“I can’t wait to make you feel good, baby.” Jessie pressed her hands against his chest. “Why don’t you sit down and get comfortable?”
Tony was really starting to like this broad. She sure knew how to treat a man. He figured she probably wanted something from him. They all did. But this one seemed different. At least she showed him respect and seemed to know that her place was to look good, please him and keep her fucking mouth shut. Maybe he’d keep her around for a while.
Tony let Jessie gently push him into his leather office chair. She ran her hands across his chest and began to loosen his black tie. He kept his hands on the sides of her thighs, pulling her pink dress up around her hips so he could look at her in those sexy lace panties she had on.
She slid the tie off from around his neck and draped it over her shoulders. Slowly, she twirled around, letting him appreciate the way she looked from behind as well as from the front. He whistled and let his hand stroke across the back of her panties.
“You’re a hot little number, aren’t you? Can’t wait to see you on your knees, taking my big cock down your throat.” His voice was husky, his beady little eyes glazed over as he leered at her.
Jessie noticed that he was hard, his erection obvious and straining against his black pants. She pushed down the revulsion she felt and stayed in character.
She pulled the silk tie from around her shoulders and slowly draped it over his chest, running her fingers across his shoulders as she brushed
the silk lightly against his cheek.
“I hope you don’t mind,” Jessie began, as she slowly moved the tie over his eyes. “I want to play a game with you.” She started to knot the tie behind his head.
Tony laughed. “You’re some kind of a surprise, doll. You seem so innocent… wouldn’t have expected you to be kinky.” He seemed to be willing to go along with her game.
Jessie slowly began to unbutton his shirt, taking her time.
“I’m just full of surprises,” she teased.
“Yeah, me too,” Tony responded, his voice husky. “Wait ’til I get my cock up in that sweet snatch of yours and you’ll really be in for a surprise.”
“Can’t wait, baby,” Jessie whispered, on the last button of his shirt. She spread it open and ran her hands over his bare chest, which was covered in thick, coarse, black hair. He was already breathing heavier and he made a growling sound as her fingers hesitated on the button of his pants.
“Yeah, get down on it, girl,” he muttered. “I’m going to fuck you all the way down the back of your fucking throat.”
Jessie felt sick to her stomach. He was so revolting. Yet she leaned forward and let her hair brush softly against his face and chest as she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. She pressed her hands lightly into his hips as she pulled on the waistband, prompting him to lift up so she could slide them down to his ankles.
He was panting now, his erection pushing the material of his boxer shorts up like a tent.
“Wait here for me, baby. I’ll just be a minute,” Jessie whispered.
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