We drive to the pier, and I see her face light up with anticipation as we get closer. Earlier that day, I arranged to charter a private yacht for dinner and a cruise around the city. There’s minimal crew on the yacht, only the bare necessity so we’ll be able to enjoy an intimate evening. Our relationship so far has been one calamity after the next so I think some quiet conversation is just what we need.
Once we arrive, I drop my car at the valet and lead her toward the marina.
“We’re going on a boat?” she asks. I look at her face to see her eyes glistening with excitement.
“We sure are,” I say. “We’ve got the yacht all to ourselves.”
“Oh, Jack, this is so exciting. I’ve always wanted to do something like this. It always seemed a distant dream.”
“Well, this is no dream,” I say. I kiss her softly before we board, relishing the feel of her soft lips against mine. I want much more than a kiss but that will have to wait.
Once aboard, we head out to the large deck on the top floor while the crew sets out our meal for us. There’s a fully equipped bar nearby that I lead us to.
“No bartender?” Violet asks. I smile and head behind the bar myself.
“I’ll be tending to our libations tonight, my dear.” I grab the ingredients that I arranged to have on the yacht and get to work making a drink. Violet watches me in rapt interest. As I shake the concoction and strain it into a chilled cocktail glass, she’s practically glowing. It’s exactly the reaction I was hoping for. I garnish her drink with a maraschino cherry and slide it over to her.
She laughs. “A whisky sour? How did you know I love these?”
“It’s the drink you ordered from me when we met,” I smile. She leans forward on the counter, propping her head on her hands.
“Right,” she says. “That was just the other day, wasn’t it?”
“It was. But somehow it feels like ages ago. I feel like I’ve known you for years.”
“I feel the same way,” she says quietly. She lifts her glass and takes a sip of her drink. A noise of pleasure follows, a low moan that makes me want her even more. “How did you get so good at making drinks?”
“I’ve done a lot of bartending at my establishments,” I say.
She swirls her drink about, and I follow the line of her jaw down to her pale neck and the swell of her breasts. Now that she’s in front of me, healthy and happy, it’s hard not to think of her body beneath mine. When she was sick, it was easy to control my urges. Now that we’re alone… I didn’t think it would be this hard.
“Why do you work like that when you don’t have to?”
I’m making myself a drink now, but I shrug. “I like to get a feel for any of my businesses before I start promoting them. In any venue I have a hand in, I bartend or wait tables or wash dishes. It’s just a way to get a real look at the place. See what it’s like from down below.”
“Do your employees know it’s you?”
“No. I’m always incognito, and I like to keep it that way.”
“So you do. It would explain why I’ve never seen your face despite hearing your name.”
Now that I’ve made my drink, I come around to Violet and offer her a hand. We walk over to the railing to look out at the water. “I’m a private person,” I say.
I nod. “I admire your willingness to get your hands dirty. I think a lot of business owners neglect their employees, but you’re not that kind of man.”
I admire once again Violet’s forthrightness. She digs deep and turns out to be right. “I’m definitely not. Not anymore anyway. When you keep your distance… that’s when things get messy.”
She stares me down with wise eyes. “Like the Palace?”
I stay silent for a few moments and look out over the water. I’d known this question was coming. I can only hope that this woman will still want me when I’m through telling her that part of my life. Finally I look at her, thread our hands together. The feel of her hand in mine calms my soul. “I used to be a bad guy. Or at least, a bad business person. I provided the money and left the details up to other people. That’s just how I was in the beginning.”
Violet nods. “That’s how a lot of people are.”
I shake my head. “It was a mistake. And the shit hole that is the Palace was the result. After I parted ways with it, I vowed to live by the details I previously ignored. Now I work in every single place that I open just to make sure it’s running smoothly.”
Violet places a hand on my shoulder. The tension building in me begins to lessen as she rubs my back in smooth circles. “It won’t happen again,” I say.
“I know. And it was an easy mistake to make. You couldn’t have known that place would turn into what it is.”
“If I’d paid more attention—”
“Someplace else would have turned out like that instead. As much as I hate it—” Violet rubs her arms like she’s cold, but I don’t think it’s from the wind. The Palace is just that frightening. I take off my blazer and wrap it around her shoulders. “As much as I hate it, the dregs of humanity will always find someplace to do their dirty work.”
I wrap my arm around her shoulder. “I just wish I could take it back.”
She tilts her head up at me. “There’s nothing we can do to shut the place down?”
“I’ve tried. The authorities I get in contact with don’t do anything. It’s almost like they’re all in on it.”
She reaches a hand up to my face. My jaw unclenches at her soft touch. “Let’s move on to lighter subjects, love,” she says.
The sound of the word love on her lips immediately pulls me back into the present. I smile down at her and bring her into my arms. “Thank you, Violet, for being so kind to me despite everything.”
“You’ve done nothing wrong and a lot of things right,” she says.
I smile and bring my lips to hers. I’m taken aback by just how much I adore Violet. We connect so deeply. While she hasn’t said how she feels yet, I know at least that I’m fully hers.
13
Violet
We head into the small private dining room where our table has been set up. It has large floor-to-ceiling windows that give us a nice view of the bay. Jack pulls my chair out for me as I take his blazer off and hand it to him.
“Keep it,” he says. “You might need it later.”
“Where are we going?”
“Just a little cruise along the river. It shouldn’t take long, but I imagine it will get chillier.”
I smile and hang the jacket on the back of my chair. Then I gaze around the room that’s somehow both opulent and cozy. It’s a strange juxtaposition, but it works. Our first course soon arrives and the grumble in my belly alerts me to my hunger. I suppose it makes sense. I didn’t eat much when I was sick and then I only had a muffin and some coffee when I met with Allison and Katie this afternoon. The soup they bring is warm and light, the perfect thing to start us off.
We chat again, this time sipping on a rich wine and keeping our conversation light. I don’t know if it’s just me or if Jack’s smile is wider now than I’ve ever seen it. Maybe it’s just that I know him better. How I ever thought that expression might be a frown is beyond me. Allison had called this man intimidating, but I couldn’t disagree more. I feel safe and warm with him. I feel like I never want to experience life without Jack.
By the time the final course arrives, we’re both full and happy and we can’t keep our hands off of each other. Jack moves his chair right next to mine so that we could be closer. His hand is now rubbing along my leg in such a way that I feel need seeping between them. When I turn my head even slightly, our faces are so close we’re breathing the same air.
It’s intoxicating and I find myself wishing the night would never end.
Soon we move onto the deck once again and gaze out at the lights of the city. I’m in Jack’s arms, but somehow it’s not close enough.
“I want you, Jack,” I tell him.
He startles slight
ly, his eyes baring down into mine. “Are you sure?”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
Jack’s lips come down on mine, but this kiss is different from the rest. There’s force and heat unlike anything I’ve ever felt. His tongue pushes between my lips and a moan escapes my throat. Pleasure streaks through me as Jack grabs my ass and picks me up. My legs wrap around him tightly.
When we break apart, our eyes meet and I see that his desire matches my own.
“Where are we going?” I ask.
“Our cabin,” he says. “I can’t hold back any longer, Vi.”
“I don’t want you to,” I say. “Fuck me like I’m the love of your life, Jack.”
“That won’t be hard, baby,” he says.
He carries me into a surprisingly spacious cabin with a king-sized bed in the center. “You dirty boy,” I say. “You knew this would happen.”
“I certainly hoped. You’re too damn sexy to resist.” He deposits me on the bed and I look up at him through hooded eyes. Then I rise, reaching behind me to unzip my dress. It falls to the floor, leaving me in my lingerie.
“Even my curves?” I ask.
“Especially those.” His voice is tinged with unbridled lust. Jack’s eyes run over me so that I feel like he’s fucking me with his gaze alone. A shiver that has nothing to do with the cold runs through me. “I love every inch of your body.” He runs his hand over my belly and I quiver, feeling wetness soak my panties.
He reaches lower, grabs my ass with one hand and pulls me into him. I moan as he crushes my mouth with his own, swirling his tongue around mine in an intoxicating dance. My nose is filled with his scent, a mix of masculine musk and cedar that makes my head spin.
We break apart and his lips find my neck. I unbutton his shirt as his tongue does magic and push it off of his shoulders. I’ve been dying to see the solid wall of muscle that before I could only feel. It’s glorious. My hands soon move lower, unzipping his pants until they’re on the ground as well. The swell of his cock makes me catch my breath.
By this time Jack is becoming more forceful, and I feel his hands traveling all over me, slipping beneath my bra to cup my breasts and tease my hard nipples. I let out a hiss of pleasure as his lips find my breast and his tongue swirls upon it. I never knew the feel of rough stubble could be so thrilling, but it adds to every sensation as his face runs across my body.
I slip a hand inside the front of his underwear and grab hold of his already hard cock. And, God, what a cock it is. Large but not so large that sex will be painful. I feel his jolt of sensation as if it’s my own when I explore its length. From the way he’s growing rougher with each passing second, I get the impression that Jack is the kind of man who takes what he wants and right now he really wants me.
Though I haven’t been with or even wanted a man in a really long time, I want him right back. He unhooks my bra and it falls to the floor; then he gently shoves me so that I’m on the bed, leaning up on my elbows. My eyes are drawn to his bulge and I unconsciously lick my lips.
The corner of his lip rises and he pulls off his briefs, adding to our pile of discarded clothes. “You’re perfect,” I breathe, taking him in.
“That’s my line,” he murmurs as his eyes burn a path over me. He slides over me, his expression a mixture of wonder and lust. I start to feel like maybe I really am some sort of goddess. I’ve never had a problem with confidence, but Jack makes me feel beyond sexy. He buries his face in the curve of my neck again, breathing deeply before trailing downward with his tongue to the now exposed curve of my breast. He palms it, tweaking a hard nipple with his thumb.
His other hand trails downward over my belly, my hips, all the way to my wetness. His hand carefully explores between my legs, diving beneath my panties which suddenly seem tighter, more a nuisance than anything at this point.
A moan escapes me when his thumb runs over my clit and the sound sends Jack over the edge. He yanks my panties down and I feel the pressure of his palm against my labia, his finger diving in the folds of my body, rubbing up and down. Each time his finger runs over my clit my hips jerk in response. I’ve never felt so sensitive in my life. His mouth travels down, moving lower and soon his tongue swirls softly over me, suckling so hard that that I buckle beneath him. I call out his name and thrust my hips up to meet his hungry mouth.
Jack chuckles and the vibration only heightens my pleasure.
“Please, Jack… now. I can’t take it anymore.”
Jack only crushes his mouth harder against me, this time slipping a finger in and finding my G-spot. He plays with my sensitive flesh until I’m moaning in desperation for release. I arch beneath him, holding his head, and wetness suffuses my core as I cry out his name.
As I lay back, breathing heavily, Jack rises up and stares down at me with a heated gaze.
“We’re not done yet, baby.”
Just like that, my desire swells up again. He is too damn hot.
14
Jack
My mouth is filled with the taste of her. The sight of her laying back, chest heaving with every breath, her entire body naked and waiting and sleek with our mingled sweat… I’ve never been harder in my life. From the look I’m giving her, I’m sure she knows I’m just getting started.
Her legs are still wide open, inviting me inside that still throbbing pussy.
“I want your cock, Jack,” she pleads. “Please fuck me, baby.”
I smile down at her and kiss her instead, sucking on her lips and swirling my tongue to make her want me even more. Part of me is enjoying the teasing, prolonging the anticipation so that when I finally fuck her, the sensation will be all the sweeter. I break apart and she bites her lip. Her hand reaches down and strokes my cock between us. She rubs over my cockhead and uses my precum to lube me up.
The feel of her soft hand against me makes me want to feel even more.
“You ready, baby?” I ask. I position my cock at the entrance of her pussy, rubbing her clit once again.
“Yes,” she breathes. “Yes. Please.”
I lean over and take her lips in mine as my head enters her. Violet moans inside my mouth and I have to fight to keep myself from plunging deeper into her too fast. I make slow and shallow thrusts to get her used to my girth. She moans against me until finally I straighten, lift her hips with a strong grip, and plunge deeper.
This time I can’t help it. Her pussy clenches around my cock as I thrust over and over again, keeping a firm hold on her thick hips. I look from her slightly parted lips to her erratically bouncing breasts to the sight of my cock balls deep in her pussy and I ram her even harder. Her thick legs wrap around my waist bringing me even closer. As my body covers hers, she wraps her arms around my neck, nails digging into the flesh of my back. I latch onto her neck, sucking and swirling my tongue over her flesh and push so deep I’m sure we must be leaving an indent in the bed.
I feel it when Violet starts losing control; her pussy tightening and convulsing around my cock with every thrust. I lower my hand between us to stroke along her clit and she cries out, her hips moving in rhythm with my own to bring us to climax. The feel of her coming beneath me, shaking so much that she has to cling to me with her entire body, makes me even harder if that’s possible.
I grunt as my hips jerk erratically, my cock pulsing within her, pushing as deep as possible to deposit my seed. Violet is mine and I want her to feel every ounce of my hot cum as we both climax. My balls tighten and I grunt in pleasure at the sound of her desperate moans. I’m over the edge, over the fucking edge, and I press our bodies tightly together, releasing every drop of cum inside her walls.
We lay in an exhausted tangle of limbs for a few moments before I move alongside her and pull her into my arms. We’re both drenched with cum and sweat but neither of us seems to care. On the contrary, I like knowing that Violet is so deeply mine that every inch of her is covered in me. I hold her close.
“Violet?” I whisper in her ear. “You okay, b
aby?”
She mumbles an assent and tilts her head back to accept a kiss. I chuckle and kiss her lips softly. Moments later she’s asleep in my arms.
My heart is filled with a strong emotion that I contemplate as we lay together in the dark that night. Now that we’ve had sex, I know that what I feel for Violet is more than lust.
We’ve connected body and soul. I love her and I want no one else as long as I breathe. Accepting that truth makes me breathe easier than I have in a long time. After a lifetime of keeping people at a distance, the feel of her warm body beside me is one I never want to lose.
This was a perfect date.
15
Violet
A few days later and I’m fully moved in with Jack. As soon as I told him yes, he picked me up and spun me in the air. He called a moving company right away to transfer my things. It was strange at first to be suddenly living with him, but now it feels as natural as breathing. I can’t imagine sleeping apart from Jack; his large, heavy body is like a comforting blanket to me. His smiling face as we’re greeted by the sun makes me feel like I’m living a fairytale.
My body is fully recovered now and I wake up energetic and happy and ready to get back to work. This time I’m only working my catering job while I consider whether or not to accept a position in marketing from Jack. Both Allison and Katie tell me to take it, and I know they’re right. It’s more money and I would actually be using my expensive degree for a change.
I just don’t like the idea of receiving special treatment. Jack assures me I wouldn’t get special treatment, so that’s reassuring but still… I’m totally banging the boss.
Every night we fuck for what seems like hours and it’s a wonder we can get up in the morning at all. We do somehow anyway.
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