Jack has wine open and Chinese food on the way when I get home, giving me enough time to shower and change into my pajamas before we eat cross-legged on the basement sofa, hours of backlogged Bravo shows playing on the TV.

When I fall asleep during an epic Ramona/Sonja blowout, Jack knows it’s time to cart my ass off to bed. He tucks us both under the covers, kisses me good night, and falls right asleep because of course he does. Seriously. Bastard.

Despite my bone-deep exhaustion, I can’t seem to make my eyes stay closed, and I stare up at the ceiling, picturing all the millions of things that could go wrong tomorrow.

Finally, I force myself to turn on my side, ceiling be damned. I push myself into Jack’s space, nuzzling my cheek against his bare chest.

His arms automatically encircle me, his voice sleepy and gruff. “You okay?”

“Can’t sleep.”

He runs his fingers through my hair, instantly calming me. “Everything’s going to be perfect, sweet pea. You’ve planned every last detail.”

“What if no one shows up?” I trace light circles along his stomach, needing my fingers to do something.

“I’ll be there. And so will your friends. And so will lots of other people.” He cups my cheek in his hand and pulls my lips up to his. “It’s going to be amazing, Sade,” he murmurs against my mouth, before deepening the kiss, pulling me into him.

I sigh into him, his mouth providing a wondrous distraction. “Hey.” I break the kiss. “I know what you’re doing, mister.”

He moves his lips down to my jaw, nibbling until I expose my neck for him. “I’m just trying to take your mind off things.”

“You think you can sex me into not worrying about tomorrow?” I wedge my leg in between his, delighting as he hardens against me.

“No, but I think we might as well try.” He wraps his arms around my waist, rolling me over so I’m on top of him.

He releases me, giving me just enough space to shuck my shirt, leaving me in a tiny pair of cotton panties. Jack’s fingers trace over the curve of my breasts before he sits up, me in his lap straddling him. His tongue flickers over one nipple and then the other, before he takes it in his mouth, sucking and nipping until my hips are rocking over his cock, hard beneath me.

His hands cup my ass, raising me up until I’m standing on the bed. He slides my panties down my legs, holding me steady while I step out of them. Once my feet are firmly planted on the mattress, his hands slide back to my ass, guiding me closer to his mouth. He gives me a wicked smile before his tongue darts out to tease me, licking softly and slowly.