by J. S. Cooper
“Fine,” I agreed. “After the meal, we’ll go back to your place, and we’ll do whatever I want to do. And maybe I’ll bang you, and maybe I won’t.”
“Fine.” He sat back, triumph in his eyes.
I had a feeling that I’d just lost something very important. But as I picked up my wine glass and took another sip, and then looked down at my delicious plate of food, I decided I didn’t care. I was going to enjoy tonight for what it was.
Maybe that had been my problem my whole life. Maybe I had been looking for too much too soon. But with this guy, I wasn’t looking for anything but to get off, and I had a feeling he’d do a good job of it.
Chapter Seven
I licked the spoon from my chocolate fondant and ice cream and sat back feeling happy and content. I was full on carbs and loving life. Tomorrow, of course, I was going to hate myself because all my hard work had gone down the drain for this one meal, but I didn’t care. There was something about eating bad food that made me really, really happy, and if that meant I was going to be overweight for the rest of my life and never look like a skinny model, then so be it. It was a price I was willing to pay.
Jack watched me finish my dessert, a strange look on his face. “Enjoy it?” he said.
“Yup, it was absolutely delicious. I’m surprised you didn’t want a dessert as well.”
“I didn’t need it. So, is there anything else you’d like? Maybe an after-dessert liqueur? I mean, you’ve got to get your money’s worth, right?”
“Excuse me?” What was he implying? “I don’t know what you think you’re saying about me, or why I’m on this date, but I’ll have you know that I am not a gold digger. Not that you look like you have much gold to dig. In fact, I am paying for this meal.” The words were out of my mouth before I knew what I was saying.
Please say no, please turn me down, please beg to pay!
“Wow, a modern woman. I like it.” He grinned at me. “Thank you.”
“Thank you …?” I repeated. Oh, God, why, why, why, why did I let my pride get the better of me?
“It’s not often that a woman offers to pay, and I don’t want to disrespect you in any way by insisting that I pay.” He smiled. “Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you in the bedroom.”
“Thanks,” I said weakly. Shit, now I regretted having gotten an expensive meal and all those bottles of wine and the dessert. Ugh, and the side salad, and he’d gotten a beer as well, or was it two—or three? Oh no, what had I done? I barely had any money in my bank account and my credit card was close to maxed out. Trust me to put my mouth in it.
“So, Isabella, I have a secret for you.”
“You have a secret for me?”
“Well, maybe I should say I have a surprise for you.”
“Oh yeah, what’s that?” Please say you were just joking. Of course, you’re not going to let me pay. You’re a perfect gentleman, and you want to prove that to me, even though you’ve been an asshole for most of the evening.
“You’ll see when we get back to my place.”
“What makes you think I’m going back to your place? Maybe you’re coming to my place.”
“Well, does that matter?” He grinned. “There are things I can do to you, Isabella,” he said in a sultry voice. “The things I’m going to do to you, I’m going to make you cum all night.”
I didn’t know quite how to respond to that. “Umm, what did you just say?”
“I think you heard me.” He winked. “I’m ready to get out of here aren’t you?”
“Umm, kinda.” Oh, shit what was I doing? This was my last opportunity to say no.
“Are you going to—” He paused. “Actually, I want it to be a secret surprise.”
“You want what to be a secret surprise?”
“You know.” He winked again.
I had no idea what he was talking about. I also knew that I wanted to take him down a couple of pegs. Yeah, I wanted to go back to his place, and yeah, I wanted to have some fun. But I didn’t want him to think that he was getting one over on me. I paid for the dinner, and I’m giving it all up to him, and he’s an asshole?
Oh no, no, no, no, no matter how horny I was, I wasn’t going to let it go down like that.
I smiled to myself. Maybe I’d let him go down on me and get me off and then I’d just leave and leave him with blue balls. That would serve him right.
The waiter brought the bill over and left it on the table. Jack pushed it towards me. And I glared at him.
“Something wrong?” he said, softly looking at me with wide innocent eyes that showed me that he wasn’t a good actor. He knew that I didn’t want to pay for this bill, and yet he was still going to let me. Asshole.
“No, not at all.” I opened the bill and groaned under my breath. $532.
Oh my gosh, the things I could have bought for $532. I was going to have to sell a lot of artwork to make up for this. I was going to have to do a really good job this weekend with Lucas and his family because I needed something in my financial situation to change, and to change soon. I pulled out my credit card and was about to place it into the receipt wallet when I realized that I didn’t even know if I had $532—plus tip, which Jack had not even offered to pay—on my card.
I slipped my card back into my wallet and pulled out my debit card. Oh, man, my heart sank at the thought of my hard-earned $532 going to pay for this meal. Yeah, it was delicious, and yeah, just ten minutes ago, I’d been thinking about how I thought I’d died and gone to Heaven. But now I realized I was alive and I felt very much like I was going to Hell. I slipped my debit card in and waited for the waiter to come back and pick it up.
“Thank you for the meal, Isabella. I really appreciate it.”
“You’re welcome, Jack,” I said, and then, because I didn’t know and I was genuinely curious, I said, “What’s your last name, by the way, Jack?”
“Morrison,” he said without even thinking about it. “I’m Jack Morrison.” He stared into my eyes as if that should mean something to me, but it didn’t.
“Any relation to Jim Morrison?” I said vaguely thinking, maybe he was a grandson.
“No,” he shook his head. “No one in my family is musically inclined. Okay, and what’s your last name, Isabella not-Rossellini?”
“You don’t have to call me Isabella not-Rossellini. My last name is Wilder.”
“Oh, like Jack Wilder?
“Yeah,” I laughed. “I hadn’t thought about that.”
“Interesting. Isabella Wilder.” My name rolled off his tongue as if it was poetry. “I like it. So does your last name describe how you are in life?”
“Um, what do you mean?”
“Are you a wild person? Are you wild in bed? Are you passionate? Ferocious?”
“Well …” I gave him a sly smile and nodded as the waiter took the credit card wallet from the table. I lowered my eyelashes a couple of times and then smiled and licked my lips. “Actually, the name does mean something.”
“Oh,” he says staring at my lips. I had him just where I wanted him.
“Yeah. It means that I’m the wildest girl you’ve ever gone on a date with. In fact, I’m probably wilder than any girl or woman you’ve ever been with. So get ready, big boy, because I am about to rock your world.”
He swallowed hard. “I like the sound of that.”
I could tell that he was loving what I was saying. I could also tell that he wasn’t quite sure if I was being serious or not. I twirled a strand of loose hair then ran my finger down between the valley of my breasts and bit on my lower lip as I stared him directly in the eye.
“I’m the sort of woman that likes to give as much as I get. If you know what I mean.” I slipped a finger into my mouth and sucked. “And if you give me what I’m looking for, I think tonight just might be the best night of your life.” From the look on his face, I could tell he was buying what I was selling, hook, line, and sinker.
I almost started laughing.
Chapter
Eight
My heart was thumping in my chest as we walked out of the restaurant. I wasn’t even thinking about the astronomical bill I just paid. All I could think about was going back to Jack’s house. I was going back to have a one-night stand. I have never had a one-night stand before in my life. I’d never hooked up with someone that I just met either, especially not on an online dating app, especially not when I hadn’t even been the one to have the conversation with him in the first place, and especially seeing as I had no idea what Abby had been talking to him and saying.
But the way my body felt, I didn’t care.
He took my hand as we stood outside the restaurant and waited for a cab. “I assume this is okay now,” he said.
I didn’t bother responding. What sort of idiot would I be to complain about him holding my hand when I was about to feel his fingers in much more intimate places? I blushed just thinking about it.
“You may hold my hand,” I said softly, and he squeezed it. I felt him run a finger up my palm and then up to my wrist. He stared at my lips for a second, and I thought he was going to ask me if he could kiss me. But Jack Morrison was no gentleman.
He didn’t ask for permission. He took what he wanted.
His lips pressed into mine, soft and succulent. He kissed me passionately, and I felt his hand in my hair, playing, pulling, teasing. I gasped as he slipped his tongue, warm and salty, into my mouth.
I ran my hand up to the back of his neck and tugged gently on his hair. He gasped as my other hand slipped down to grab his ass. He hadn’t been expecting that. He thought I was just a shy little woman with a big mouth, but oh, I was oh so much more than that.
Just because I had never had a one-night stand didn’t mean I wasn’t sexual. It didn’t mean that I didn’t have fantasies, and it didn’t mean that I didn’t want to touch him. I wanted to touch and tease and feel every part of him. I just didn’t care how he felt about it. I didn’t care what was going to happen in the morning, because we both knew what was going to happen.
This wasn’t going to lead to a relationship. He wasn’t the man of my dreams. He was an asshole—but he was a hot asshole. He was an asshole who was going to make me come all night long. And then I would leave, grinning as he begged me to stay for more. That was my hope, anyway. I wanted to turn him on so badly that he would beg me to stay, and yet I would still just walk out his door, not caring.
He deserved it. I mean, he had left me with a $532 bill, which had come out to $600 once I put the tip. I’d only been going to leave a $50 tip, but he’d raised an eyebrow and I’d had to change the number. I mean, I knew people in the service industry didn’t get paid much, but I didn’t get paid much either. And it killed me when I had to write that $68 tip. I knew Jack thought I should pay even more than that, but I just couldn’t go over $600. I just couldn’t, not when my bank account was as meager as it was. But I couldn’t think about that now.
Jack pulled away and broke off the kiss as a taxi stopped. “We need to get back to my place stat,” he growled and pulled me into the backseat. “We’re going to Madison,” he told the cab driver. I missed the cross street because I was too focused on his right hand which was now on my leg, running up my thigh, slipping inside of my dress. Oh, shit. He wasn’t going to do something here in the cab, was he?
The cab sped off, and I gasped as I felt Jack’s fingers stroking between my thighs all the way up to my panties.
“Too bad,” he murmured.
“What?” I trembled as he kissed the side of my face, and then I felt him whispering and blowing into my ear at the same time.
“I was hoping you had no panties on.”
He winked at me before kissing me again. His hand caressed my breast, squeezing it through the flimsy material, and I shivered slightly. I reached down and grabbed the front of his pants. I could feel that he was hard, and from what I could tell, very thick.
A part of me wanted to unzip him right there, bob my head down, and make him come in the cab. I could give a good blow job, and I knew it. But he had to earn it. He wasn’t my boyfriend. I wasn’t just going to give him a good blow job in the back of a cab for nothing.
And then he pulled away from me, and I felt bereft. I wanted his touch. I wanted him near me. “We’re nearly there,” he said. “I don’t want you …”
“You don’t want me to what?” I said, missing the end of the sentence.
“I don’t want you to come in the cab.” He winked. “I want to see your face properly the first time I make you come.”
“The first time, huh?”
“Oh yeah,” he grinned. “I’m a master orgasm giver. You’ll come many times tonight.”
“We shall see,” I said. “I certainly hope so.”
“Yeah? I have a feeling that you’ll be doing more than hoping,” he laughed.
“Hm. Okay, then.” I squeezed his cock, and he groaned as I slipped my fingers down between his legs.
“What are you doing, Isabella?”
“What do you think?” I unzipped his pants and reached my hand in. He groaned again as my fingers came into contact with his warm flesh. I could feel it hardening between my fingers, and I licked my lips. I pretended like I was going to bob down between his legs, and his eyes narrowed as I instead rested my head on his shoulder.
“You’re a tease, huh?” He shook his head and grabbed my hand and pulled it out of his pants. “I don’t like teases.”
“Well, who doesn’t like a good tease?” I said.
“Me,” he groaned. “You’re something else, Isabella Wilder.”
“Yeah? Well, I think you’re something else as well, Jack.”
“You can’t remember my last name, can you?” he said with a grin.
“Of course I can,” I said, flustered because he was right. I couldn’t remember his last name.
“You can’t remember my last name.” He burst out laughing now, and it completely broke the intimate sexual tension that existed between us. I slipped my hand out of his jeans, and he zipped himself up quickly. Our eyes met in the back of the cab as it sped down Fifth Avenue.
The lights from the street shone in the car as I stared into his eyes. They were a beautiful golden green, a color I’d never seen before. I reminded myself that he was just a handsome face. Just an obnoxious, arrogant man I’d met at random.
Still, there was something about him. I felt a spark that I’d never felt with anyone else before in my life. But I shook it off. Maybe it was just the alcohol. We’d shared two and a half bottles of wine, after all.
“Tonight’s going to be a good night, I think,” he whispered.
“Yeah, we’ll see,” I said. “I mean, it’s still the worst date ever, but perhaps it can get a little bit better.”
“Perhaps.” He leaned forward and kissed me again. His lips this time were in no way soft. They were demanding. His tongue slipped into my mouth, and I sucked on it. I ran my fingers into his hair, and I pulled on his hair as he reached his hand behind the nape of my neck, and he tugged my hair in return, moaning slightly as he bit down on my lower lip. And then he pulled away.
“Don’t tease me anymore tonight, Isabella, because you know what happens to naughty girls, don’t you?”
Chapter Nine
We stopped outside of Jack’s building, I looked around myself in awe, as we walked into the foyer. A man at the front desk greeted us with a smile.
“Good evening, Mr. Morrison. How are you tonight?”
“Great, Charles. Thank you.” He nodded. “My guest and I will just be going up.”
“Okay. Have a good evening, sir.”
The doorman gave me a polite nod. I smiled back as we walked back to some elevators. “This is nice,” I said, taking in the Carrara marble floors. It was clearly expensive. Jack just smiled. When the elevator arrived, we stepped in and I noticed that he pressed the button for the top floor.
I looked at him in surprise. Did he really live here or was this some sort of elaborate joke? But
then, why would the doorman be in on his joke? Unless the doorman was his friend and this was his way of trying to impress women. Yeah, maybe that was it. It had to be it.
Right?
“What are you thinking about?” Jack studied my face as I stood there playing with my fingers. I was starting to feel nervous. I was in over my head. What had seemed like a great idea in the restaurant suddenly seemed foolish and wanton. “Come here,” he said.
As if I were hypnotized, I took a couple of steps towards him. He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me towards him. I could feel his hardness against my stomach as he leaned down and kissed my forehead and then my cheeks and then finally my lips. “Not having second thoughts, are you?”
“Maybe.” I looked up at him through lowered lashes. My heart was racing. I could feel it all over my body.
“If you want to leave, you can. I’m not going to hold you here against your will.”
“Did I say that you were?”
“Ah, Ms. Combative Isabella is back.”
“I’m not combative.”
“Yeah. You are, just a little bit.” He shrugged. “I don’t mind. I kind of like it.”
“You kind of like it?”
“I think it means good things for the bedroom.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. I can see you being crazy in bed. Can see you scratching my back, like a cat.” He groaned. “I’m not going to say anything else. I don’t want to get myself too turned on.”
“Oh, are you turned on?”
“You can feel it. You know that I am. What about you? Are you turned on?”
“Maybe,” I said with a smile.
In response, his hand slipped down to my ass and gave it a firm squeeze. I moaned slightly as I pressed my body into his. I leaned up and kissed him on the lips. This time, it was my turn to chew on his lower lip and tug a little bit. I wanted this. Maybe a small part of me was nervous, but most of me was horny and ready, and I wanted him badly.
He moaned as he lifted the back of my dress up, his hands slipping inside my lace panties. I gasped as his fingers caressed my naked ass.
