Jack In The Box

Riley

“My name’s Jackson Wolfe, but you can call me Jack. What’s your name, beautiful?”

I had to be imagining this right? I mean, Jack can’t be sitting here beside me, looking as hot as badass as an action hero, and giving me that panty-melting smile and voice as smooth as silk.

Surely, I’d taken my imagination too far, or I’d had far too much to drink. I sipped on my Sangria. Jack’s smoldering brown eyes assessed me from above the rims of his glass.

Two can play a game.

“I don’t talk to strangers.” I told him.

“Oh, come on. Let me buy you a drink at least.” He continued.

I was acting really tough by not acting desperate but all I wanted to do was curl into his lap and have his mouth over mine. Even thinking about it, made my knees weak.

“I already have a boyfriend.” I informed him and waited for his reaction. To see the surprise on his face or even disappointment, but he just smiled like a sly fox that he was.

“You do, huh?” He asked, grinning. “Lucky guy. Well, it’s too bad because I’m still single.”

“Now that you know that I have a boyfriend, how about you go and bother someone else?” I said taking a sip of my drink.

Instead of feeling insulted like a man normally would, he slid closer towards me. I could smell the overpowering scent of musk and lavender, it was too addicting. That hadn’t changed about him; he wasn’t completely shaved and that was new, it gave him a more mature look. I had an urge to run my fingers through his thick hair and feel those whiskers on my skin.

“I just want to keep bothering you until you finally give in.” He whispered close to my ear and that brought goosebumps on my body. He’d taken off his leather jacket, and now I could see the black t-shirt that he’d been wearing underneath outlining an impressive set of abs.

Neither his delicious abs nor his sexy smile was going to distract me tonight. He’d left me stranded for six months, had he been expecting a ‘welcome home’ party?

“Would you please leave me alone?” I asked.

When in truth I didn’t want him to leave, like ever! But I’d rather eat freshly cut grass from the lawn than admit that.

“I’ll give you five seconds to leave, Cotton-Candy. If you don’t, I’ll carry you off into a private lounge like a caveman and then you can’t say no.”

“Listen...”

“Five...”

I took a sip of my drink.

“Four...”

“Three...”

I remained seated right there, not moving a muscle.”

“Two. One.” He laughed. “You’ve made your decision.”

His strong arms went under my knees and the other around my shoulders, he carried me bridal style towards the lounges. Heads turned and some people cheered us as he weaved through the crowd with me in his arms. Finally he brought me to a much more private lounge, a VIP lounge precisely, which was relatively smaller than the one I’d celebrated my party in. This one had a corner curved booth that we could both use to relax and talk.

An unopened bottle of champagne was sitting at the center of the table with two tall flutes. A bouquet of large roses, larger than the ones Paul had given me (I might add), and a gift wrapped box sat there.

I settled down in the middle, marveling everything. “You remembered.” I said.

“Of course I did.” His expressions still held amusement. “Happy Birthday, Cotton-Candy.”

A waitress walked in and placed a muffin sized cake in front of me and left the room. It was decorated to look like Cotton-Candy, vivid colors like violet, blue and pink. I laughed. “Thank you.”

“You’re pretty easy to please.” He commented.

“Oh no, I’m just pleased by your gesture, but that doesn’t mean I’m not mad at you for leaving me.”

at the low V cut of the neckline. I would be kidding if I said I wasn’t liking

picked up the cake and took a bite; it tasted like heaven in my mouth. “So what now? You’re just going

I never left.” He moved closer and I felt the heat of his body beside

dress, he found the slit and moved his fingers beneath the dress. The pressure and the feel of his strong hands was enough to turn me on. “Would it be inappropriate to tell you...” he said huskily. “That I

longer; I turned around to face him, caught fistful of his shirt and brought his mouth to mine in a hard kiss, a sensual long kiss that had long been overdue. His tongue moved inside mine in urgent strokes; hot and needy. We kissed like there was no tomorrow, that either of both of us would die, like I

long for this. Led a life of celibacy for six fucking months, but it’s worth it. You better let me keep touching

said, already feeling

one can. It’s a VIP lounge, one that doesn’t have any cameras installed.” He said and proceeded to kiss me

and he drove his

control the moans that were erupting from my throat. “Not

my place.” He suggested with

stopped in front of a slick, white sports BMW i8 that I’d only seen on the roads and on an episode of Top Gear, never dreamed of riding it. Jack grinned as the door opened upward. “What do

impress me?” I asked sliding into the

“Well, is it working?”

not impressed by your wealth and money. I don’t want any of it. I

He laughed. “Seriously?”

maybe I would. I mean a

had in mind for you.” He pecked my lips. “You know what I

“What?”

what you already have and I love you so fucking much

I saw the happiness so clear on his face. A year back, he’d been locked up in a room sometimes in strait-jackets, restrained and although he looked like he didn’t care, I’d seen the despair clear in his eyes. The thought that I was even a little bit responsible to take the darkness away from him pleased

the gates. He parked the car near a row of

keys of his car towards the man who

then to Jack he said,

at her carefully, Lynn. In a month or less, she’s going to be giving you orders in this

did. His bushy moustaches twitched. “Congratulations Miss, sir. I will have all the preparations made all at once.” And then he bellowed somewhere at the back, “Georgie, Lily, Dorothy, we have

sure we’re not to be disturbed. If we need dinner or assistance,

had stopped doing whatever work they’d been doing and sneaked glances at me now. Every corner had a curious head peering

Jack

what I said.” Jack answered vaguely, he enjoyed teasing me

modern look to it. Classic, lavish and greatly opulent. I’d never been to

that Jack grew up

where his mother and his adoptive

tried not to

dominating the center, the walk-in closet and a flat screen on the opposite side of the wall, some gaming consoles.

lovely and so

me.” He

“What?”

my neck. “Move into my home, lets live together Cotton-Candy.” Before I could say something, he went on. “There’s a spare room connecting

be your whore.” I said and then corrected myself, “What I mean is, I can’t live here just because you need me to be close to you when

the household, my wife. Not as

walk into my life after six months and propose marriage in such a casual way. I’d known that being with Jack didn’t mean I’d

now the prospect of marriage with Jack

just for the sex? Maybe you thought there was a contract laying

sure?”

with desire. He produced a small velvet box from his pocket and that’s when I knew he hadn’t asked me to marry just jokingly, that he was dead serious. The large diamond solitaire ring was proof

fact that I may not be an ideal husband. I still need to have my name cleared

eyes were brimming with tears. He was holding the ring between his fingers. “I didn’t want to be that asshole that takes advantage of you first and then proposes you. If you say yes, you’re mine and I’m yours. This room, this house, the i8 outside, and the dozen cars, the maids, every little damn thing

first time that I’d ever seen Jack having a loss of words or

you trying to bribe me with your

what it takes.” He said, smiling. “I love you, Riley, please marry me.

Yes. I’ll marry you even if you decide to take me to live in a tent.” I said going

six months of

a pile on the floor. It took only a few seconds before the remaining of our cloths joined the pile. We were both naked,