“Maybe some toys, too. What do you girls think? Too much?” Cleo looked at them.
“Oh, please, Cleo, do you think he—” Margot nodded toward Jack—”needs any help in that area? From the look on Debra’s face, I’d say not.”
Debra grabbed another glass from a passing waiter. In for a penny—or satin sheets—in for a pound. “Oh, I don’t know about that. Toys can always make a good time even better.”
Apparently this was the Christmas season where she was a veritable font of great gift ideas, and she hoped the partners appreciated the ones they were going to get.
Heck, they ought to make Jack a partner in gratitude.
Maybe if she told the women of the special gift she had planned…
She sipped the champagne this time. No. She wouldn’t tell them. For all that she liked the idea of sharing the idea, it was too personal. Too intimate. Which was why only someone as intimate a friend as Amanda—or David—could join them.
“Oh, and speak of the devil, look who’s heading this way.” Margot nudged Debra with her elbow. Jack had just finished shaking hands with Russell and was walking toward her, all his natural athletic, hip-rolling grace in a tux turning heads from every woman in the place. “From the looks of him, I’d say this is where we wish you a good night and a Merry Christmas.”
Cleo sighed. “I could only wish to have a night as good as the one you’ll obviously have.”
Debra took another sip of her champagne to keep from grinning. Jack had lasted longer at the party this year than he had in the past. Usually they were out of there by ten, and naked in each other’s arms by ten-thirty. He was a half hour late.
“Hey, sweetheart.” Jack sidled up next to her and planted a kiss on her temple. “We ought to get going; we have a big day tomorrow.” He looked at the partners’ wives. “Ladies. Have a merry Christmas.”
“We will now, thanks to your wife.” Cleo’s grin was every bit as wolfish as the one Jack had given her earlier.
Lord, Debra had created a monster. She tried not to laugh.
“You want to tell me what she meant by that?” Jack asked as he helped her into her coat.
“Not really.”
“Deb…”
She rolled her eyes. “Okay. I might have mentioned the merits of satin sheets.”
“You didn’t.”
Needing some fortification for this conversation, she picked up her champagne glass. “Okay, I didn’t.”
“Did you?”
“Do you want the truth or not?”
“Deb, they’re my bosses’ wives.”
“But they’re women, too, Jack, and well, you came up in conversation and—”
“Hang on. I came up in conversation? And you go right to satin sheets? Just what were you saying about me?”
“I wasn’t saying anything. They were. The looks you were giving me weren’t exactly subtle, you know. They saw and they commented and, well, one thing led to another and—”
“And you went to satin sheets.”
“And toys.”
“Toys?” He groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Are you kidding me?”
She drank some more champagne then raised an eyebrow at him. “I never kid about toys, Jack.”
“Just how much of that stuff did you have, sweetheart?” He looked at her glass.
So did she. “Not much.” Yet…
“So you tell all our sex secrets while sober? Remind me never to let you drink in public.”
“I didn’t think you’d mind. After all, weren’t you the one into open-air daylight-sex yesterday?”
“That’s different. I don’t have to work with those people.”
“Just live next door to them.”
“The Bechtels are away, and the Friers spent yesterday with their daughter’s family. I checked.”
“So you weren’t really into the exhibitionism; you just wanted me to think so.”
“It’s not that. I was trying to protect our privacy.”
So did that mean he’d be squigged out about Amanda? It was one thing for him to spring David on her, but how would he react to her doing the same thing?
She finished her champagne. “This is a new side to you, Jack. I wouldn’t have thought it would concern you.”
“It doesn’t, but I hadn’t ever thought about anyone in my job thinking about my sex life. I don’t want the partners looking at me any differently when their wives tell them where the idea came from.”
“But aren’t you going to look at them differently knowing that they’re getting satin sheets for Christmas?”
Jack dropped his hand and his eyes almost popped out of his head. “Oh God. That is an image I didn’t need.”
“And the image of you on satin sheets may just be the one their wives do need to make their night all it should be for both of them.”
“That doesn’t bother you? Other women fantasizing about me?”
She set the glass down then tugged on his tie. “Hey, they can fantasize all they want. You’re going home with me. And you want me, not them.”
He wrapped his arms around her. “You got that right, babe.” He planted a big, smacking, sucking kiss on her neck. “And I can’t wait to get you home.”
The sad part was, the champagne kicked in about three quarters of the way home and by the time Jack helped her in the door, Debra was in no shape to make all of his fantasies come true.
“You’re bugging out on me, aren’t you?” He unzipped her gown when she swayed on her feet.
“I’m exhausted, Jack. Can I take a rain check?”
“Always, babe. You know that.” He skimmed the dress down her body, his hands doing all sorts of delicious things to her nerves. “I gotta say, though, it’s going to be a long night.”
She was about to say something about him being long, but the bed beckoned. She’d been running on all cylinders this holiday season—business was piling up—and those two glasses had lulled her to sleep.
She climbed between the sheets—the satin ones—and spooned into him when he crawled in beside her. “I’ll make it up to you tomorrow, Jack. I promise.”
“I’ll hold you to that.”
She had no problem with that—Jack was going to get more than he bargained for.
Chapter 6
Jack wanted her to fulfill that promise first thing the next morning and didn’t give her the chance to say no.
Oh, he didn’t tie her up with the scarves again; he didn’t have to. His mouth on her clit was more than enough to tie her up with. Debra woke to the utterly delicious sensation of him tonguing her. Feather strokes, just enough to wake her nerves up slowly, with her consciousness following along like an eager little puppy.
Make that, eager little pussy.
The coiled sensation was unraveling in her belly when she was finally conscious enough to realize what was going on, and then—wham!—full-on desire took hold, swelling her folds, creaming her passage, and Debra was moaning and writhing against his mouth.
“Hold still, Deb,” he said releasing her aching clit from the suction he’d put on it. “I’ve got a surprise for you.”
“This wasn’t it?”
He grinned that sideways smile she adored. “This was just the start. Now hold still or I’ll have to tie you up again.”
“Promise?”
He dropped his forehead to her mound and exhaled. His hot breath stirred her already sensitive flesh. “God, woman, you’re going to kill me.”
“What a way to go, Jack. What a way to go.”
He looked up at her again with that smile. “You’ve got that right, babe. Now lay back and let me love you.”
She couldn’t argue with those words.
But then he got off the bed.
“You’re leaving me?” She propped herself up on her elbows.
Jack leaned down and planted a hot, sexy, take-me-I’m-yours kiss on her mouth and ran his palm over her breast, squeezing just enough to ramp up her desire. “I’
ll never leave you, Deb. I’m just going to grab your surprise. Now lie back down and finger yourself for me, why don’t you?”
His eyes shimmered with desire for her. No, he wasn’t going anywhere.
She plopped back down on the bed to wait.
“Uh, Deb?” He swirled her nipple with his palm and Debra closed her eyes at the sheer pleasure he was giving her. But when he tweaked it, she had to open her eyes.
“I thought I asked you to finger yourself?”
“Huh?” It took a second for the words to sink in. “Oh, right. Okay.”
She slid her right hand to her clit and spread her legs. Wide. There was only one reason for her to have to do this to herself when Jack was so much better at it: so he could watch. Jack liked to watch.
“That’s better.” He skimmed his hand down her belly and pressed her fingers against that aching part of her. “Get yourself off for me.”
She pulled her knees up, changing the tilt of her pelvis so that her engorged lips and clit were right there for his viewing pleasure.
“Jesus, sweetheart.” He dropped to his knees beside the bed, his gaze trained on her pussy. “I’m trying to walk across the room.”
“I’m not stopping you.”
“No?” He ran his palm over the curve of her ass and his fingers slid into her slick folds.
“I thought you were getting me a surprise?” She rubbed her clit and moaned at how good it felt.
“This is a surprise,” Jack muttered, working a finger inside her.
“Jack.” She flicked his hand away. “You owe me a surprise. I’m not going to keep doing this unless you give it to me.”
He looked at her, frustration stamped across his face. “I’ll give it to you, all right.” Then he sighed—exaggeratedly—and climbed back to his feet. “Jesus, woman, you drive a hard bargain.”
“And you just drive hard. Now go get me my surprise so you can drive that thick, luscious cock inside me.”
That thick, luscious cock sprang to life with mouth-watering quickness. She loved making love to Jack.
“Close your eyes,” he said with a brush of his hand over her pussy when he came back to the bed, something curled in his fist. “Please.”
The word was soft, just a touch agonized, and Debra was powerless to resist Jack’s pleading.
Liked his pleading actually.
She rubbed her clit again, feeling it become engorged, feeling the pulsing of her blood flowing into her pussy, preparing her for Jack’s invasion.
She made long strokes, then short ones, fluttering her clit with her fingernail and pulling her knees back wider, exposing her as he liked.
“That’s it, Deb, show me.” Jack climbed back on the bed where he’d have the perfect view.
And then he licked her.
Oh, God, the sensation of her hand on herself and Jack’s tongue lapping at her juices was enough to take her over the edge. Her legs shuddered and her pussy clenched with the oncoming orgasm.
“Hey, not so fast.” Jack stilled her hand, pressing it against her clit. “Let’s take this slow, sweetheart.”
She didn’t want slow; she wanted hard and fast. A decent pounding in the morning to get her up and ready to face the day.
Jack moved her hand and nuzzled her mound. “Let me, okay?”
She’d let him do anything he wanted.
Debra opened her eyes to see him looking up at her, the heart shape in her landing strip right under his nose. She loved seeing him between her legs. Loved watching him eat her out. Jack was so very talented that way.
“Eat me, Jack.”
He smiled then, the sexy soft smile that was just for her. Mostly at moments like this, but every so often, he’d look at her somewhere—at a restaurant, at a barbecue, at an office holiday party—and she’d know exactly what he was thinking. Exactly what he wanted to do to her.
He did it then. He licked her, a long stroked right up her center, culminating with the most amazing tongue action on her clit right where it was guaranteed to drive her the most wild.
This morning was no different.
He flicked and he licked, he fluttered, and he pressed. Then he rubbed and sucked and got his fingers in on the action, and all of a sudden, Debra couldn’t look. She couldn’t keep her eyes on him or their room or anywhere else because the feelings were rising in her like a tidal wave and she had to close her eyes as she fell under its spell.
“Pull your legs back for me, babe,” he muttered between the incredible sensations he was wringing from her pussy.
She hooked her arms beneath her knees. He liked having her so open, so exposed. It allowed him free access and, with her arms in place like this, the only movement she could make was to arch into his mouth.
It worked for both of them.
Jack’s tongue was everywhere. Not just at her clit, he licked her pussy lips, lapping the juices that were flowing from her as if a dam had burst.
It felt like it was going to. He was increasing her excitement, driving her insane with the need to come against his mouth, but he always pulled back at just the moment she’d go soaring over the edge if he’d let her.
He would eventually, but half the fun was the journey there.
“You want me, don’t you?” he whispered, his hot breath and early morning stubble raking over her swollen flesh. He knew it, too. Had done it on purpose. He always said that he loved to see her at his mercy, her lips pouting for him to touch them, her cream coating them.
“I do, Jack. Take me.” She panted the plea, she couldn’t help it. All that sex talk last night with the women, and then falling asleep before she and Jack could do something about it left a big aching need inside of her.
“I will, Deb. Trust me.
She did. She trusted him with everything she was had and wanted. Forever.
He slid a finger inside her pussy.
“Yes, Jack. More.”
“I’ll give you more.”
And then she felt it. Jack’s surprise.
He slipped a strand of tiny balls inside her, working them in one at a time.
“What are they?”
“Shhh.” He kissed her clit. “Just feel.”
She could do nothing but feel. Each one slipped inside her, filling her with the others. Knowing they’d eventually come out left Debra breathless with anticipation. Jack had put Ben Wa balls in her before, but only two at a time and those had been a lot bigger than these.
She liked Jack’s surprises. And prayed he’d like hers.
Amanda.
Just the image of Jack doing this to Amanda sent shivers up her spine and she clenched her pussy around those tiny hard things.
“Like that, huh?” He slipped another one inside her.
Yes, she liked, but she like the idea of Amanda even more.
Tonight was the night.
Her pussy fluttered at the thought and Jack growled against her clit. “Not yet, Deb,” he said between strokes.
He slipped more tiny balls inside her.
His finger followed and then, oh God, he swirled those balls around.
She couldn’t tell how many there were, not that it mattered, but it was one continuous sensation of rolling pressure, touching every part of her and it was driving her insane.
“Jack—”
“Sssh, babe, just feel.”
She did. She felt those balls, she felt his finger, she felt his tongue—and then the lack thereof when he knelt between her spread legs.
Her eyes flew open. “What are you—”
He ran his other hand up over her mound then along her tummy, up to her nipples—Jack’s hand was large enough that he could spread it and reach both at the same time. It was a handy skill—and testament to the size of something else. That old wives’ tale was true.
When her nipples were tight points stabbing this hand, making her ache with need, he abandoned them to the cool air to trace his finger up her breastbone, along the column of her throat, right along her jaw to her
lips. She latched on and sucked it like she wanted to suck him.
“Ah, yeah, Deb, that’s it. Take me in.”
She sucked his finger to the back of her throat, wishing it was his cock. She loved getting Jack off with her mouth. Loved swallowing that thick, salty essence of him that stayed on her tongue the rest of the day, a constant reminder of what they’d done together. Of the pleasure they found in each other.
His dick prodded her passage.
Oh, God, those balls were in there…
The head slipped in and it was as if another realm of sensation had been revealed to her. He was so thick her body always had to make adjustments to take all of him in, but with the added things inside her… Good lord the sensation was indescribable.
“How’s that?” he asked, circling his dick with his hand. “Feel good?”
“Amazing.” She was able to find breath for one word. Just one.
Jack lid in a little more. “Yeah, it is.”
And then he seated himself to the hilt and Debra practically screamed out his name as those balls went with his dick up inside her, dragging pleasure the entire way.
“Deb—”
“Move, Jack. Just please move. Fuck me.”
He did. Oh did he.
He pistoned inside her, and those balls had to be doing something as erotic to him as they were to her for the speed with which he was moving.
Good. She shouldn’t be the only one to enjoy this.
She spread her legs wider, wanting to take him deeper. Jack fell over her, bracing himself on the mattress by her head, his hips rocking into her with a jerking motion she’d never felt before.
“Oh. My. God.” Each word was punctuated by his thrust. “This is amazing.”
She raised her head and brushed a kiss on his nose, the only part of him she could reach. “You’re amazing.”
His gaze met hers then and she saw not only this incredible desire that was between them in his eyes, but the love. Jack loved her every bit as deeply as she loved him and it was all right there for her to see in his eyes.
Tears filled hers.
“Ah, sweetheart, don’t cry.” He kissed her and she clung to his lips with a shaky breath.
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