CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Sarah
Two weeks later
I’ve been spending my day getting all the items on my list to prepare for Maggie and Ry’s upcoming nuptials. I swear, I was about to run out of lotion, mascara, foundation, and my favorite eye shadows all at once and, with the chance that my work schedule might throw things off, I decided to take advantage of my day off to get things squared away.
As I’m exiting the final store, I realize I’m standing across the street from the building where Jack rents space for his office.
Hesitating as I peer up at the second floor where his office is located, I waver between wanting to stop by and see him and the uncertainty in doing so because, let’s be honest—dropping by unexpectedly and unannounced would be a girlfriend thing to do, and Jack and I are not together in any capacity.
As I shake off the idea, I feel the telltale vibrating in my purse signaling an incoming call. “Please let it not be work calling me in,” I mutter to myself. Instead, I see Jack’s name on the caller ID.
“I was just thinking about you,” I say in greeting.
“Really?” his deep voice questions. “I hope you were thinking good things.”
“Actually, I was finishing up some errands and ended up outside Putnam’s.” Putnam’s is known to have the best salads around.
“I was about to order from there. I’m stuck here for a while longer and want to make some more headway before I call it a day.” He hesitates. “Why don’t you tell me what you want, and I’ll call in the order for us? My treat. You can bring it over and keep me company for a bit?”
“Are you sure?”
“Sunshine.” His voice drops deeper, huskier. “I wouldn’t have asked otherwise.”
“Are you sure you’re not simply curious whether my vagina will accidentally FaceTime you again?”
A loud gasp sounds from behind me, and I turn to see a nun.
“Oh holy shit!” I clap a hand over my mouth in horror. “I mean, I’m so sorry, ma’am. I mean, Sister!”
Recognition hits, and I realize this is the same nun I saw when I was with Clint. And she’s overheard me mentioning something about my vag in public. Yet again.
I’m convinced God has it out for me. This must be a sign or something, right?
With a look of pure disgust, she stalks off quickly while Jack laughs in my ear. Staring up at the sky, I groan. “Why me?” Then to Jack, I offer, “Still want to eat dinner with a sinner?”
“Absolutely.”
“Call in the goat cheese and walnut salad with raspberry vinaigrette, please.”
“On it. See you in a few, Sunshine.”
* * *
“That totally hit the spot.” I’ve made myself comfortable in one of his cushy office chairs. “Thanks for dinner.”
“My pleasure.” He gathers our plastic containers and disposes of them in the trash bin beside his desk. “So are you all ready for Maggie and Ry’s big day?”
“Definitely.”
I rise to my feet, really taking the time to peruse his office space. It’s on the smaller side but not cramped. A good-sized conference room table is off to one side with a few rolling office chairs pushed in around it. His desk sits on the opposite side of the room, closer to the set of large windows overlooking South Broadway Avenue.
“I like your office.” I turn to lean back against the conference table and draw in a sharp breath when I find him in close proximity.
“Yeah?” He dips his head, dusting a soft kiss to the side of my jaw. “I like you in my office.” His hands grip my hips, lifting me to sit on the table. He steps between my legs, the flowing fabric of my dress not providing any restriction. A large palm skims up my knee to my upper thigh, causing my breath to hitch.
“This isn’t the type of business you normally conduct at this table, is it?” I whisper huskily.
His lips curve against mine. “Sadly, no.” He playfully tugs at my bottom lip with his teeth. “But what I can tell you is the only business I’m conducting with you is pleasure.”
“Are you sure about—” His hand at my thigh slides over to cup me intimately, cutting off my teasing words.
“Oh, I’m sure,” he whispers before his mouth crashes down on mine. His fingers slip beneath my panties, dipping inside to find me already wet.
A groan rumbles deep within his chest as the kiss turns even hotter, our tongues sparring while two of his fingers pump in and out of me. My fingers frantically work at his belt and practically tear at the button and zipper in my desperation to get my hands on him. The moment I slip my hand inside his boxer briefs and his pulsing arousal is in my grasp, I revel in his slight moan against my mouth.
Tearing his lips from mine, he rests his forehead against my shoulder, pressing tiny kisses to my exposed collarbone. “You’re so fucking wet.” He thrusts his fingers deep, hooking them, and I suck in a ragged breath as my climax nears.
“I want you to come, Sunshine.” His breathing is ragged and harsh like my own.
“I want you to come with me.”
“I’m close,” he whispers against my neck before his tongue darts out to taste me. His pumping fingers combined with the way he’s thrusting into my hand pushes me closer to the edge. My inner muscles clench around his fingers, my body tensing right as my orgasm hits.
“Jack, I’m co—”
“Hey, stranger! How’s—Oh shit!” Jack and I jerk apart just before we hear the door to his office slam closed, a trail of cuss words in its wake.
Jack’s still standing between my legs, his pants around his ankles, his arousal still apparent even as he attempts to tuck it back into his underwear with extreme care, wincing slightly.
“Oh boy,” I say with a sigh, gazing up at him.
He offers me a weak smile. “Sorry about that. Clients never stop by here unexpectedly, but apparently, my best friend decided to do so.” He leans his forehead against mine with a low groan. “Right in the midst of one of the hottest fucking moments of my life.”
I can’t help but laugh. “Oh, Jack.” He lifts his head slightly, and I press my lips to his. “Seems like a trend with us, doesn’t it?” He only offers me a weak smile.
“Think maybe the universe is trying to tell us something?”
Before he can answer me, there’s a knock on the door before Ry’s voice calls out, “Can I come in? Sorry for barging in. I’ve never…yeah. Um, are you two decent?”
Jack hurriedly fastens his pants, and I smooth down my dress before slipping off the table and heading over to the chair where my purse and bags sit.
“I’m going to head out. I’ll catch up with you later.”
Avoiding his eyes, I rush out the door, offering a rushed greeting to Ry as I practically sprint down the hall to the elevators.