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so than I was used to while being in the heart of everything. In a way, it was like the subway, that beautiful drone that overtook my senses entirely.

Being so close to him only made me remember what had happened in the suite after the party, how he had touched me, made me come so effortlessly. I was thinking about it non-stop, wishing I had the guts to make a move. He had said we would take it slow, but God, I just didn't want to wait. Frankly, I didn't believe I could wait. I wondered what he was thinking, wondered what was going on in his brain.

"Effie?" he asked. I was glad to hear him speak.

"Yeah?" The tension was so strong that I feared I was about to melt.

He set down his glass of wine on the table next to us. "Will you please put down your glass of wine?"

"Why?" I asked. I reflexively took another sip. I wasn't sure if his request was something to be concerned about.

"Because I don't want it to spill when I'm carrying you inside to fuck you."

He had read my mind and had matched how filthy it was at that moment. "Jack, I—"

"I can't resist you anymore, Effie." The dim light from the city reflected in his eyes, those gorgeous, powerful green orbs of intensity. He remained still, awaiting my response like a defendant awaiting a verdict.

"I feel the same way." As soon as my glass hit the table, his arms were under my legs and back, lifting me into the air, his strength so perfectly overwhelming. Our lips met immediately, the spark between them something I'd never forget. We were moving inside his apartment as our tongues twined, dancing intricately within the kiss.

I had become wet instantly, my body manipulated and flipped on like a switch. I couldn't delude myself—I had wanted him this whole time, even through all of the ups and downs of my thoughts, through his strange yet effective process of handing out public gifts.

This moment said it all.

We were moving down the hall, approaching his bedroom, our chests rising and falling together. He lowered me onto his bed gently, the comforter so soft and inviting. Sweat was already beading on my forehead, the combination of our heat and the warm night threatening to cook me right then and there if I didn't get out of my clothes.

Jack immediately pulled up my blouse, his hands tracing along my bare skin as he revealed it. I unbuttoned my jeans, and he helped me wriggle out of them.

"God, Effie, I need to taste you," he moaned.

I unbuttoned his shirt until it was loosely hanging off him. He dropped it to the floor, revealing his taut muscles, his physical condition optimal without being overpowering. Even though I could see very little in the dark, I spotted the bulge in his jeans, the promise already almost too much to handle.

Jack unclasped my bra with one hand and tossed it onto the pile of clothes next to the bed. "Your breasts are fucking perfect," he said, his tone husky and dominant enough to make me tremble.

He greedily took my nipples into his mouth, one by one, cupping the opposite breast with his hand as he alternated. His lips and teeth took me teetering toward the delicate edge of pleasure and pain, his touch making me shiver.

His hand settled against my mound, holding pressure there, reminding me teasingly what he could do with his fingers. My clit was so swollen, so needy. I moaned as I felt his fingers crawling under the elastic of my panties, my mind anticipating what would come next.

Jack kissed down my front, starting beneath my breasts until his face was just centimeters away from my clitoris. I could feel his hot breath against that sensitive flesh, and it drove me wild. He kept one hand on my breast as he started licking me with such delicate aggression, tweaking my nipple in rhythm with his tongue.

I was literally overcome by sensation, my back arching to push my pelvis even closer to him. Keeping the back part of his tongue on my clit, he parted my lips with the tip, tasting the juices that had accumulated there. I could tell he was savoring what he had found, his low groans vibrating against my flesh.

"Your pussy tastes so sweet," he remarked. In one swift motion, he was up against my face, kissing me even deeper than he had before. I lustfully kissed back, accepting his gift. Tasting my own flavor made my head spin—well, that, and Jack's masterful, animalistic efforts.

As quickly as he arrived, he was down below again, spiraling his tongue against that tight bundle of nerves. I continued moaning as the room slowly began to spin. He parted me with his fingers now, pressing against my walls with artificial curiosity because he knew exactly where to go.

His fingers against that button inside of me, my legs wrapped around his head and hand as if they were capturing him, doing their best to ensure he could never stop doing what he was doing to me.

I couldn't hold out, his efforts barraging me with pleasure, pushing me toward sexual heights I'd never explored. "Let yourself go, Effie. Come for me."

His request was too much for any amount of self-discipline. I came just like that, my toes curling, my back arching to new extremes. My muscles tightened in waves while my vision blurred. I called out his name, thanking him, damning him for spoiling me so much. I could never come back from something like this, could I?

Jack's lips and tongue followed me through my climax, mirroring my intensity perfectly. When it had slowed, I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Holy shit," I said. I was filled with the need to reciprocate; to touch him as he had touched me.

I repositioned myself on the bed and ran my hands down his front, caressing his cock through his boxers. It pulsed

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