Page 59 of Unbound Boxset

“Jack?”

He shook off his thoughts and refocused. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”

“Tell me about England. What is it like?”

He thought of his childhood home that held his heart. “It’s full of history and secrets, from the Royals straight to the working class. The pubs are the heart of our social gatherings, where you can grab a Guinness, some chips, and talk to strangers without worry. You can walk down the busy city streets, close a big deal, and forget that you share space with tortured queens and war heroes who changed the world. England, in my personal opinion, is the ultimate contradiction. You would love it.”

“I’m sure I would. I’ve always wanted to travel.”

“If you could pick one place, where would you go?”

“Italy.”

He cocked his head, entranced by the look of wonder flickering across her features. “Why?”

“I’ve read so much about it. The food, the culture, the passion. I dream of sitting in St. Mark’s Square in Venice, sipping cappuccino, the grand canals in the background. Browsing through museums and churches where Michelangelo and Dante and Galileo strolled.”

“And you never tried to go?”

Sadness gleamed in her eyes. “Once. It didn’t work out.” She forced a smile. “One day, though.”

“Yes, one day,” he murmured.

She got up and cleaned off the table. He thought of joining her while they traveled the world. Thought of savoring the look on her face as she gazed upon the hidden treasures across Europe. It would be like initiating her into the realms of her sexuality.

In that moment, Jack wanted her with a hunger that swept away all reason.

He came up silently behind, lifting and turning her body so he held her tight against his chest, her feet hovering off the ground. Her eyes widened in surprise, but her body melted in his arms, well-trained to respond. Locking his gaze with hers, he walked to the fancy table and sat her on the edge. Cupped her cheeks with his palms. And kissed her.

She moaned and he caught it. Jack kissed her for a long, long time, his tongue tangling with hers, thrusting deep, overtaking and commanding until she was pliant and trembled beneath him, open to anything he wanted to do. A primitive possession sliced through him, driving him to mark her; claim her; fuck her; until he imprinted his body on her very soul.

He broke the kiss. She panted, eyes wild with need. “Lay back on the table.”

Slowly, she eased back. She wore one of those dresses that fit her like a tent, but when he pushed the fabric up to her hips, he sucked in his breath.

She wore no underwear.

“Did you do this to prepare for me?” he asked, tracing his finger over the bare expanse of her pussy, now neatly shaved. Already, wetness seeped to leak down her thighs. The fierce way she responded to him made him feel like a god. “Answer me.”

“Yes.”

“Good girl.”

Yanking her forward so her legs draped over the edge, he lowered his head. Jack pressed soft kisses over her mound, his tongue barely touching the pulsing bud of her clit. He continued the teasing while she begged prettily and writhed underneath him. Opening his lips, he breathed hotly over her swollen tissues, slowly parting her with his thumbs so he could gaze at her.

“You’re perfect, love. Now, you’re going to come for me. In my mouth. On your fancy table. Right now.”

He suckled her clit with a steady pressure while his fingers pushed into her pussy right at her G-spot.

She came, screaming his name, bucking her hips. With one hand, he unbuckled his pants to free himself, donned a condom, pulled her legs over his shoulders, and slammed home.

Her tight, wet tissues squeezed. Her thighs trembled. The spicy scent of her rose to his nostrils and he growled like an animal, thrusting wildly into her still convulsing body as he brought her back to orgasm and kept her on the razor’s edge; her pleas like music to his ears.

They climaxed together. Hot bursts of pleasure clawed at his body, but it was his heart that was affected the most.

She slumped over the table, wrecked. Protectiveness washed over him. Jack picked her up and carried her into the bedroom, removing the rest of their clothes and pulling her in close. His hand smoothed back the hair from her face. He pressed a gentle kiss to her swollen lips.

“Jack?” she whispered.

“Yeah?”

“I can’t wait to go sailing with you.”

The words held a deeper meaning for both of them. He paused, not sure how to respond, and reminded himself this was supposed to be a short affair to ready them both to marry other people.

The right thing to do was leave. Break it off right now and disappear. There may still be time left to save them both.

Instead, he touched her soft cheek. “Neither can I. Now, sleep, love.”

She did.