27. Chapter 27 Jack
Chapter twenty-seven
You could cut the tension in the air with a knife as I shut the door behind me, leading Margot into my penthouse.
I knew agreeing to bring her to the city tonight would be hard, but the moment she walked out of Blanche’s house, I was a goner.
I’ve never seen anyone as stunning. Her long-sleeved navy blue velvet dress hugs her body like a glove.
It’s a low-cut design, showcasing her ample cleavage, and her golden-blonde hair is pulled up in a clip to accentuate her swan-like neck.
I’ve viewed her as a woman for years now, but seeing her all dolled up for me, well.
It's the first time I’ve really seen her as my woman.
I’m not sure if taking her to dinner first made a difference.
At first, I was relieved, thinking it would give me time to cool down from my initial caveman instinct to drag her to the nearest surface and impregnate her, spreading my seed to the best specimen alive.
But all it’s done is build up tension, so I still want to drag her to my cave and make her mine, but now, I don't ever want to let her go. At least I’ve been able to see her in this dress a while longer.
“Wow, Jackie. This is incredible,” she says, walking around admiring my home.
There isn’t much personality to it besides being a newly renovated, open-layout penthouse with floor-to-ceiling windows, boasting an impressive view of the city, especially after dark.
I’ve always been something of a minimalist. My therapist says it's because I grew up with the lingering threat of having to leave all my things. It's the stark opposite of Margot’s style. Every space she’s ever occupied has overflowed with character and charm.
When we were growing up, she would bring that character into my room.
If there was ever a mess or clutter, it was from her.
One I would never clean up or put away because it was a reminder of her.
I’m leaning with one foot propped against the wall and my arms crossed, watching her finally take notice and make her way over to the grand piano in the corner of the living room that I had craned up here before I even moved in. “Why do you have this? You don’t play.”
“No, but you do.”
She sits down and removes the cover, running her fingers over the keys. “Do you say that to all the girls you bring up here?”
I kick off the wall and stalk toward the goddess sitting across the room from me, making a mental note not to ever be this far away from her again.
Finally standing behind her, I reach down and place my hands on her shoulders, my thumbs rubbing gentle circles on the back of her neck.
“Nobody else has laid a fucking hand on that piano, Margot.”
A slender hand reaches back to grab one of mine, and we’re frozen in a moment that seems to last forever and not long enough.
“Jackie…”
“Yes?”
“Take me to bed.”
My heart stops.
Margot stands and walks around the bench so that nothing separates our bodies before weaving her hands around my neck and giving me her ocean-blue eyes. The ones I’ve never been able to resist. “Please, Jack. Just for tonight. Please.”
I should have more reservations than I do or, at the very least, consider the reason I’ve been keeping my distance for the past week.
There should be some concern about the consequences of taking things past the point of no return.
There’s no illusion that this would only be for one night.
That we would be able to wake up tomorrow morning and carry on with our lives as if nothing had ever happened.
But a world doesn’t exist where I could ever tell her no.
“Whatever you want, Princess.”
Her breath catches as she smiles and tiptoes up to kiss me, but before our mouths meet, I sweep her into my arms and carry her bridal style into my bedroom.
The lights from the city illuminate the room as I gently set my princess down on the edge of my bed. How will I ever be able to sleep in a bed without her?
I kneel before her like the lowly subject I am, not deserving of the air she breathes, and start unlacing her strappy heel.
Her dress’s high slit allows me to pull her leg up enough to kiss from her bare foot up to where her thigh meets her lacy panties before moving to the other thigh and kissing my way back down to unlace her other shoe.
“Lie back, Princess,” I say, breaking the silence in the room.
She doesn’t hesitate to follow my command, just slowly lies back, propping herself slightly on her elbows so that she can look down at me with those beautiful blue eyes full of desire.
I stare into them as I slowly pull her thong down her legs, hoping she can see from my own gaze how much I need her, before dipping my head under her dress.
My first look at her pussy steals my breath.
I’ve never seen anything so perfect in my life .
The only thing allowing me to look away is my need to taste her.
I part her lips with my fingers before running my tongue from top to bottom. God-fucking-dammit. Her little moans and breaths as I worship her are rewiring my brain. I’m going to fucking die between her legs because I sure as hell can’t think of anything that could make me move.
“Ja…Jack…I need you. Inside me…p..please.”
Well, I guess that will do it.
As soon as I come back up, she’s reaching behind her back, fumbling to unzip her dress but getting it down nonetheless.
And just like that, she’s clad only in that damn lingerie she made for me.
I’ve jacked off to that image of her countless times, but the picture she sent doesn’t do justice to the living, breathing woman sitting in front of me.
I reach out and gently place my hand around her neck, giving her just a little squeeze, then slowly run it down her chest to her breasts, feeling the fast rhythm of her heart beating behind my touch.
She reaches behind to unclasp her bra, causing her heavy tits to fall free. I lose any confidence I might have had in my ability to make love to her. She must feel my hand tremble. “Jackie, what’s wrong?”
“Just a little nervous, baby girl.”
She places her steady hand on top of mine to stop the shaking. “Don’t be silly. It’s just me…”
Leaning my forehead against her grounds me enough to speak. “Just you? Margot, there is no just you. It’s all you. Everything has always, only ever been you.”
I pull back to look into her eyes, searching for any doubt that might finally knock some sense into me, but all I find is love, and I can’t stand it anymore. Taking her mouth in a kiss, I seal the fate of our night and the rest of my life.