Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 53052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 265(@200wpm)___ 212(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
While she strokes my cock, I slip my hand between us and get to work on making her come. Slipping my fingers into her panties, I play with her clit, starting soft and testing to see what she likes, settling on slow, easy circles while pushing down at the same time.
Soon, I slide one finger inside her, doing my best to focus on how her walls squeeze me in a vise-like grip. The sensation goes straight to my cock, and my hips thrust upward at the same time she grinds down on my hand.
Our gazes are locked as we drive each other higher.
“Oh God, Jack. I’m so close!”
And I’m ready to explode. I curl my finger and she lets go, clenching around my finger, hips gyrating her pussy against my hand. Next thing I know, my balls draw up tight and I’m coming, spurting my release on her belly.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Taylor
I finish showering and wring out my hair, doing my usual routine while Jack waits for me in the outer room. He already showered, and now he’s ordering breakfast. After we eat, he needs to go home, change, and head over to his nightclub. As for me, I’m going to wander around Winwood Walls, the outdoor street museum, before coming back to my room for a nap. I’m getting used to allowing myself the time I need to rest, and I know I’m lucky to have the luxury.
I let my hair dry naturally in this humidity, so I fluff it a bit, then swipe some blush on my cheeks and gloss on my lips. I smack them together, check the mirror, then head to the bedroom to change. I pick out a floral sundress with ties on each shoulder. One last glance in the mirror, and I’m ready to go to the foyer where Jack is waiting.
When I asked him to stay, I didn’t expect anything from him beyond keeping me company. I felt vulnerable after getting sick in the restaurant, and I didn’t want to be alone. And he was the perfect gentleman. He took care of me and it’s obvious from the nurturing side of him, he’s going to be a great father.
Like this morning, when I felt his hand on my stomach, my heart twisted in my chest. I could almost imagine what he was thinking about his baby. Our baby. Something the size of a grape that binds us together for life. Maybe that explains why I’m so comfortable with Jack even though we haven’t spent all that much time together.
But I’m beginning to know him pretty well, even in that short time. He’s a gentleman, a caretaker, and obviously a good man. I ought to know. I’m aware of what the opposite type of human being looks like and before I dwell on Chandler, I push thoughts of him out of my mind.
Jack is a great guy. Period.
I grab my phone and join him in the foyer where a breakfast cart is waiting. Jack, meanwhile, is looking out the window at the ocean. The blue Hawaiian-style shirt from last night stretches over his broad back and shoulders and man, those jeans fit him well.
I’m about to announce my presence when the cell in my hand rings. I glance down and see it’s my sister calling.
Jack turns at the sound.
I lift my phone and meet his gaze. “I’m sorry. It’s my sister and I need to take this.”
He waves a hand. “Of course. Go ahead. I’ll wait.”
I treat him to a smile and tap the screen. “Holly!”
“Hi! How’s Miami?” she asks.
“Really great,” I tell her. Because being in this city with Jack is the best gift I’ve ever given myself. I’ve been calm and relaxed, like I’ve left all my worries back in Charleston. At least, when Chandler doesn’t intrude on my Zen here. “How’s home?” I ask my sister.
“Everything’s fine except …” Holly’s tone grows edgy and her voice trails off, and I know immediately something’s not right.
“What is it?” I ask. “What’s wrong?”
“Okay, so I need you to sit down and stay calm when I tell you this.”
Oh God. Gripping the phone, I lower myself to the sofa. “Okay, I’m sitting. Go.”
“Right. So, a Charleston online news site shared a picture of Chandler walking out of Croghan’s Jewel Box with a small shopping bag in his hand. Very small. And now they’re speculating that it’s an engagement ring. For you!” Her voice rises but it’s not in excitement, it’s in panic.
“Shit!”
Jack, whose attention I already caught when I asked Holly what was wrong, is staring at me, concern in his dark indigo gaze.
“What are you going to do?” she asks.
“I don’t know.” Chandler’s first concern is his public image. Marrying me will cement his status as a family man and if he wants to make a run for national office, it’s his first step.