Page 77 of Love Under the Microscope
He’s so earnest and cute. “I know, but we need a plan. Before we get started, have you eaten?”
“No, but I could. Takeout?”
I reach for the menu on my coffee table. “I was about to order Chinese. It’s not the best in the city, and they’ve been closed by the Health Department twice for violations, but it’s the closest, and I’m starving.”
Jack laughs. “Okay, but if we end up with food poisoning, I’m blaming you.”
“We can take care of each other.” I wink. “You’ll hold my hair back while I’m sick, and I’ll mop your sweaty brow.”
He comes closer and squeezes my hand. “It’s a deal.”
“I’ll order a few options. Okay?”
“Sounds good, and I’m paying.” Jack pulls his wallet from his back pocket.
“I can pay. You brought me pizza and beer.”
“You did the same for me, and you paid for the gala tickets and my tux.”
“You picked up the beers.”
“I know, but I want to pay this time. I’ve been inside you, yet not taken you out on a proper date, so it’s the least I can do.”
“Jack!”
“What?” He grins sexily at me, and my insides go mushy. “It’s true.”
“I know, but you make it sound bad or something.” I take the card he’s holding out to me. “I’m a modern woman who even buys my own condoms.”
“I know, and I appreciate that about you, but I can be an old-fashioned guy at times and taking a lady on a date is something that I want to do, especially if I’m sharing a bed with her.”
The way his eyes twinkle tells me we’ll end up there soon enough. It’s something I want to happen because I like him a lot, more than I probably should. I guess I’ll see how that story on Mr. Z comes out to know if I’m making a mistake or not. God, I hope not.
“What are you thinking?” he asks with a grin.
I return his smile with one as flirtatious as his. “That I’d better feed you then.”
“Or we could have a bit of an appetizer.” He winks, and I have a feeling we may be letting our dinner get cold.
A little while later, my stomach makes a horrendous growl. I seriously misjudged how hungry I am. As soon as the food arrives, the smell makes me realize eating is far more important than sex—at that moment anyway.
“Seriously, Zelda.” Jack sits in the chair on the other side of the coffee table. Otherwise, we might not be able to keep our hands off each other. He spikes a shrimp on the end of his fork. “Me scaling the outside of the building and smashing through Nigel’s office window won’t work.”
I frown. “It could be exciting, though.”
Jack drops his fork to his plate, leans across the coffee table, and kisses me. He kisses me hard, pulling me closer with his hand at the back of my head.
“God, you’re so fucking cute,” he says against my mouth. “I need to fuck you so bad.”
“Not bad, please,” I breathe heavily. “No woman wants a bad fuck.”
“Point taken. I need to fuck you so damn good you won’t even remember your own name, never mind be able to walk for a week.”
I grab his T-shirt and pull him farther over the table. “Really?”
“Really.” Jack pulls away. “I’m coming around.”
Within moments, we’re ripping each other’s clothes off, and I’m thankful I’m only wearing yoga pants and a tank. When I pull Jack’s tee over his head, I moan silently at the sight of his body. That thin line of hair leading down into his pants gives me an idea. When his jeans drop to the floor, I get on my knees and pull down his boxer briefs. His erection is as impressive as the rest of him, and his smooth round head is so inviting I put it into my mouth.
