Maybe Later(52)

He kneels right in front of me, pushing my knees wider.

“Fuck me,” I order him, staring into his fiery eyes. “Make me yours, Jack.”

“Are you sure you want this, Em?” he says with a husky voice. “Once I fuck you, you’ll be mine.”

“Yours,” I repeat.

He doesn’t say a word. His cock presses against my entrance. Full, thick, and as hard as a rock. His eyes gleam with an intensity, the likes of which I’ve never before seen. I’m unable to look away as he pushes himself inside, stretching me.

“Yes,” I gasp as he fills me. “Jackson, fuck me!”



My eyes open wide, my heart accelerates. What just happened? I’m drenched between my legs, aching for relief but ashamed because I said the wrong name. Confusion pounds my head. I check the time. It’s almost five in the morning. Knowing I won’t be able to go back to sleep, I take a shower, prepare my coffee and go to my computer.

There are no emails or messages from Jackson Spearman. I’m still not sure what he’s going to do with the information I told him. Jack left ten, maybe fifteen minutes after I stopped us from having wild, animalistic sex.

God, I can still feel the heat of his skin. My lips are swollen from the possessive kiss he gave me. I wanted him, but I knew it wasn’t the right moment. It’ll happen when we’re both ready, not just to make up after having our first fight.





Chapter Twenty-Seven





Jack


Monday, May 9th, 6:01 a.m.



I bounce up and down to the steady rhythm of Paris by Magic Man. Listening to one of the playlists Amy created for my workouts only brings the memory of her back. Shit, she’s not even real. It’s Emmeline Lancaster. CEO of VAES, one of the fastest growing companies in America. We haven’t spoken since the night I left her home. The conflicting thoughts keep me awake at night and in a foul mood.

Things with Amy are strictly professional, and she hasn’t even noticed the change in me. Is it because she knows why I’m angry or because she doesn’t care?

Sticky sweat soaks my light hoodie. I’ve been running for about an hour. I pant as I wipe my mouth with the sleeve. The chilly air and peaceful streets make missing her less painful. I have this strange sense of loss since I left Emmeline. I can’t shake it. My heart pounds against my chest, and I lengthen my strides, trying to reconcile both women with just one and forget what happened between us.

It’s almost impossible. I miss our lengthy conversation during the day. The anticipation of her next quote, playlist, or what she had chosen for lunch that day. Should I try to meet the real person behind that screen? There has to be an explanation for why she introduces herself as Amy and not Emmeline.

As I approach my apartment, I’m yet to decide if I’ll let my guard down and ask her why she’s been so absent over the past few days.





*



Monday, May 9th, 7:28 a.m.



AWalk90 sent you a playlist.





*



Monday, May 9th, 8:04 a.m.



AWalk90: How was your weekend?

JSpear84: We need to overnight some contracts to my lawyer.

AWalk90: The delivery guy should arrive at your office before nine. Be gentle, he’s new.

JSpear84: What happened to Jared?

AWalker90: He’s on a two-week vacation. The new guy is not a temp. They’re expanding the team since we have more clients in the area.



They, or you decided to expand the clientele in the area?



JSpear84: Are you dumping me?



How appropriate of you. Okay, it’s safe to say that I’m still upset at her. Mainly because I hate the uneasiness this situation has created, but I haven’t yet decided if I can trust her.



AWalk90: Your contract expires in less than a month. May I suggest you hire an assistant for Carla? You need a bigger team, and she’s going to need time for her new baby. Have you looked into adding a daycare facility to your company? I could connect you to the right people.



Have I ever told her how to run her company? I sigh and change the subject because I hate knowing that she’s leaving me soon. I want to ask Emmeline why she’s so secretive about her work. And I’d like to ask Amy why she’s so secretive about her private life. Is one or the other a fraud? But I have the upper hand by knowing her secret. I decide to keep it strictly business and just count my losses.



JSpear84: Make sure you send me Mr. Genji’s translation before lunch.

AWalk90: Consider it done.





*



Tuesday, May 10th, 7:45 a.m.



AWalk90: You have a meeting tomorrow, I’ll make a reservation at Rioja’s, unless you want to make changes and do something different.

JSpear84: Something different?

AWalk90: Last week you said you would make it yourself, then it was a table for two. This week you’re barely talking, and I’m not sure what to expect.

JSpear84: You’re not going to use your ninja powers this time.

AWalk90: I’m in the middle of a family crisis. Sorry if I don’t indulge you (not sorry). My best friend lost his job, and I’m trying to find something for him.