Chapter 24
Chapter twenty-four
Emily
“We still haven’t had sex.”
“WHAT!?” Jess shouts turning to me. Almost everyone in the shop turns to look at us. I tuck my head down shushing her.
“Sorry,” she says at a much more acceptable level. “But how have you not had sex yet?”
I look around making sure no one is eves dropping and go turn back to the rack of sale items I was flicking through. “It’s not for lack of trying…” I say.
“Woah! What are you saying now? Can he not perform?”
“No. No. Jesus. Not that!” Waving my hands at her, I cut her off, not wanting her to get the wrong idea.
If anything from the very few and far between steamy make out sessions we have had in the past five weeks, I can tell he’s very able to perform.
And eager. With a large amount of enthusiasm.
“He wants to take it slow and get to know each other,” I say deflated.
“What a better way to get to know each other than to introduce your genitals!” she replies matter-of-factly. I can’t help agreeing. “We’ve been on four dates, he’s been to my house multiple times, and I can’t seem to get past kissing him. It’s very frustrating”
“Oooh, I imagine it’s very frustrating.” She wiggles her eyebrows at me.
I huff, shoulders slumping.
“What about this?” Jess says holding up a red lacy body suit.
“Very slutty. You’ll suit it.” I wink at her.
“No for you!” She says and holds it out to me, “It’s your size and it’s…” she looks at the label, “eighty percent off, it’s basically free!”
“Girl maths…” I take the body suit off her and examine it.
It’s very see-through with a lot of straps that cross over each other.
I’ve never worn anything like this before, a cute matching set of underwear yes, but I’m not brave enough to wear something like this.
“I think I would get stuck trying to get this on,” I say as I hand the bodysuit back to Jess.
“No.” She shoves it back at me.
“Jess, you know this isn’t me, I’d never feel comfortable in this…”
“That’s exactly why you need it. Look, no one has to even see you in it if you don’t like it, just take it home, try it on and wear it under your clothes and see how sexy you feel. Plus, when you do let Jack see you in it, there’s no way he’s going to say no to having sex with you!”
We fall into a fit of laughter.
***
A few hours later I am sat across from Jack in the fanciest restaurant I have ever been to. It’s dimly lit and, thanks to the candles in the centre of the table, has a very intimate vibe.
Jack looks utterly edible tonight in a dark blue button down and jacket.
Thankfully, he told me to dress for somewhere ‘nice’, hence the shopping trip this morning.
I’d settled on a floor length black dress that is cut low in the front to show off my curves.
I’d forgone my new red lace lingerie, its new home the very back of my underwear drawer.
Besides, there was no way I’d be able to wear a bra with the cut of this dress anyway, I’d had to be very selective with knickers due to the fabric it’s made of.
We are just finishing our drinks—wine for me, water for Jack—after the most delicious meal I have ever consumed, when the waiter comes over to the table.
“Sir, I do believe there are a few people out the front attempting to get a picture of the two of you.” He signals over his shoulder with his thumb.
Jack leans to look over my shoulder and his face drops, “Shit.”
I turn to get a look for myself and see a crowd of about ten people standing outside the restaurant doors. There is an older gentleman stood directly in front of the doors who appears to be telling them they can’t come in.
“My manager is trying to get rid of them, but they’re having none of it, apparently someone saw you and tipped off the press. I can assure you it was not a member of our staff, and you have my sincerest apologies that this is happening here,” the waiter says.
I nod at him politely, not listening to his apology. I don’t care who’s fault it is, only that it is happening. I turn back to Jack, eyes wide, my heart racing, “Jack, I’m not ready to be that public!” I say, panic raising my voice.
“I know, babe,” Jack replies reaching for my hand. I give it to him. He stands, lifting me with him. “Is there a back exit, my man?” he asks the waiter.
“Of course, we already asked the valet to bring your car around, it’s through the kitchen, follow me.
” Jack leads me, following our waiter through the tables and into the kitchen.
I sneak one look back over my shoulder and see the huddle of people by the door getting more aggressive with the restaurant manager. Poor guy.
I’m almost blinded by the contrast of the lights as we enter the kitchen, the brightness hurts my eyes and I have to close them for a second whilst they adjust. I grip Jack’s hand, like an anchor, trusting he will lead me to safety.
I am ushered outside, only realising when the temperature drops suddenly, my skin prickling.
Before I know it, I am being fastened into the passenger seat of Jack’s car, his big strong body leaning over mine to clip me in.
Jack runs around the front of the car and we set off at speed before he has fully done up his seatbelt.
Panting, sprawled across the seat I turn to face Jack, who is monitoring his mirrors, I assume to ensure we’re not being followed.
The sight of him makes me bark out a laugh, and once I’ve started, I can’t stop.
Jack turns to me confusion making his brows pinch together.
“It just feels like we’ve committed a crime and are on the run,” I say between giggles which makes Jack bark out a laugh.
I take a deep breath to calm myself but as soon as I look back at Jack, his shoulders shaking, I burst in to manic laughter again. We sit and giggle at each other all the way back to his place.
***
Jack
We sneak in through the underground parking of my building and straight into the elevator that takes us to my apartment. I haven't let go of Emily’s hand for longer than a few seconds since I took it in the restaurant and I don’t want to.
I’m suddenly nervous as I unlock the door to my apartment, what if she doesn’t like it? I take a deep breath and lead her in.
“Wooooow,” she says as she looks around taking in the entry way and living area. “So, this is where I could live if I was rich?” She winks over her shoulder at me having taken a few steps ahead and breaking the hand holding I was enjoying.
I huff a laugh at her teasing, we both know the kind of money I have compared to her, and she’s not wrong about my living conditions. You can only afford a place like mine if you’re rich. A top floor apartment in a gated community, doesn’t come cheap.
“Jesus, your sofa is massive!” she blurts coming around the corner to see the plush eight-seater that takes up most of the room. “Looks comfy,” she says.
“Why don’t you try it out? I’ll get us some wine,” I say.
“Us?” She shouts after me. “You’re drinking?”
“One glass isn’t going to hurt.” Plus, I need to alcohol to calm my nerves. Bringing her back here was a mistake. Her being in my space, in that fucking dress. After a perfect date. I might have tempted myself too much this time. If she asks, I’m going to break.
Two glasses of red in my hands I return to see Emily has gotten herself cosy leaning back into the big cushions, eyes closed. She opens them as I chuckle as her quietly. “I feel like I’m in a cocoon of clouds,” she says, a content smile on her lips.
“That was the tag line when I bought it.” I grin, sitting next to her and placing the glasses on the small table in front of us.
“Do you entertain often?” she asks.
“Why would you say that?”
“Well, this sofa could fit your whole team on. And, I’m not super techy but, I know that sound system you have is state of the art,” she says pointing to one of the speakers mounted in the corner of the room. Shit, she’s observant, I’ll give her that.
“I don’t entertain a lot anymore, no.” I answer honestly, “But I love music, and it sounds best on good speakers.” I smile at her and take a drink from my glass as I sit down next to her.
“That’s a rather large pour, Mr Cartwright,” she notes as she sips her own drink. “How are you planning on getting me home if my lift is drunk? Or is that the plan, are we getting drunk tonight?” She teases.
“Do you want to?” I ask. Remembering how funny drunk Emily is, I absolutely want to get drunk with her.
“Do you want me to?” She echoes, voice an octave lower. My eyes shoot up to meet hers and the air feels thicker.
“I don’t want you drunk tonight, no.”
“Why not?” She asks, eyes locked with mine.
“Because then it would feel wrong when I do this.” I discard my wine, lean all the way in to her and grip the back of her neck with my right hand, and lift her chin with my left, trapping her there. One kiss won’t hurt.
When my lips meet hers, she lets out a groan and her mouth opens for me. That noise travels all the way to my cock, hardening it in my pants. When her tongue meets mine, I almost explode at the taste of her.
Her hands come to the back of my and head to pull me closer.
I let my own hands travel down her body, through all that delicately soft hair.
They land on her hips, my favourite place to rest them, and I grip her tightly.
These fucking hips. They’re enough to bring me to my knees, the perfect amount of natural curve that is solid enough to anchor her when I finally get to take her how I want her.
She either climbs on to my lap to straddle me, or I lift her there, probably both. Her dress bunches up around her hips, and I can see the pale skin of the tops of her thighs. I let myself stroke the soft skin of one of them, but no higher.
She sits herself fully on my lap and I feel her start to grind on my very hard cock.
Giving herself what she needs. What I need.
I lift her slightly getting her in a better position so I can circle her pussy on the length straining in my pants.
“Fuck yes, Jack,” she whimpers as I guide her to rub against me.
I release one of my hands from her hip and fist her hair, pulling her head back so I can get to her neck.
I kiss my way down to her chest and my gaze lands on her tits in her dress.
That fucking dress that has been killing me all night.
It’s magnificent on her, it hugs her body perfectly and sits low enough on her tits to be enticing without being vulgar.
I work my way down her chest kissing and sucking her skin until I make it to the top of her breast. “These have been driving me crazy all night,” I say as I suck and nip at the exposed skin. Emily groans and continues to shift her hips against me. “Did you wear this on purpose to drive me mad?”
“Yes,” she says on a gasp.
“Having these perfect tits on display for me all night, Emily. Just begging me to suck them.”
“Yes.” She groans as I kiss my way down her body.
“Trying to get me wound up enough to fuck you?” I growl as I grab one of her breasts and squeeze through the fabric of her dress.
“Yes.”
I growl again in frustration. The need to be inside her is overwhelming, but I promised myself we would take it slow.
I kiss back up to her throat and to her lips, slower this time.
“Shame we’re not doing that yet, isn’t it, princess,” I say and lean back, breaking the contact of our mouths.
I stop my thrusting and bring my hands to Emily’s hips to stop her.
Fuck, she looks good. Her hair is messy from my fingers and a blush decorates her skin from her face down to where my mouth was just on her chest. Her lips are wet and swollen from my kisses and the sight reminds me of when my dick made them like that, all those weeks ago.
“Jack,” she whimpers, gripping my shirt trying to pull me back up. I resist, knowing if I get up now and we continue, I won’t stop until she’s screaming my name.
Disappointment creases her brows, and she no longer meets my eyes as she starts to get off me.
I grab her wrist to stop her, but she is persistent.
“Em,” I say as I pull her back to me, forcing her to look at me.
Silver lines her eyes, like she’s holding back tears.
My heart sinks into my stomach. “Shit, Em, did I go too far?” I ask, my hands cradling her face.
My fucking lust for this woman is going to get me in trouble. I thought she was enjoying it.
“Ha.” She half laughs, half sobs at me, looking down. “No, Jack, you didn’t.”
“Then what?”
“Why don’t you want me?” she whispers. I almost lose my bottom jaw it drops so far in shock.
“Don’t want you?” I ask dumb founded. “Em, does this feel like I don’t want you?” I ask as I grind my still hard dick into her making us both wince.
“Then why stop?”
“I thought I was doing the right thing. Wait, get to know each other. Make sure you don’t feel like one of my past flings that I just use for the night.” I shrug, her past words still stinging.
“Have you asked me how I feel, Jack?” Fair enough, I haven’t.
“I thought by dating for a few months I could show you I didn’t just want to fuck you. Then, when we do finally have sex, it would be even better because we trust each other,” I blurt.
Emily smiles at me, green eyes flashing bright with amusement.
“Jack, we’ve been dating for weeks. You send me gifts, you message me every day, even when there is nothing to say.
You have given me no reason to doubt your intentions.
Even if I did, it doesn’t matter. This is what I want.
I want you. I want you to make me feel good. I want to make you feel good.”
“Huh…” I say.
“Yeah, huh,” she mimics. She grabs my shirt again and this time I let her pull me up. “I get it. You don’t only want to fuck me. But you do want to fuck me.” She wiggles her hips, grinding into me, at that last part.
“You have no idea how much I want that.” I say through gritted teeth.
“Then show me.” She pulls my lips to hers.