I look down, watching as his mouth devours me, and it’s quite possibly the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. My first orgasm rocks through me a minute later, and Jack eases me down to his lap. He falls back on the pillows, lifting his hips so I can remove his pajama pants. I run my tongue over his hard length, licking him from base to tip, but he hooks his hands under my arms and pulls me up, settling himself at my entrance and slowly pushing into me.

Once I’m fully seated, Jack tucks his hands behind his head, giving me a very un-Jack-like cocky grin. “Ride me, sweet pea.”

“Fuck, Jack. Why is that so hot?” My hands dig into his chest, leveraging my weight as I slowly rock over him.

“You like being in charge, Sade. This is not new information.” He grins teasingly, but his eyes darken as he watches me roll and swivel my hips, and I know he’s enjoying this just as much as I am.

And he can’t keep his hands off me for long. One travels to my breasts, caressing and pinching my nipples, while the other slides between our bodies, stroking me until I’m so tight with tension I can barely move. But with a few more thrusts, that tension boils over and I tighten around him as I cry out.

He sits up then, his arms wrapping around me, his lips finding mine as he pumps into me several more times before finally grunting out his own release.

He kisses me softly until we both fully come down, his hands stroking my bare back until I’m 100 percent zombie-brained, gummy-limbs relaxed.

Jack lowers me onto the pillows, bringing the covers up under my chin. He tucks himself behind me, his front spooning my back, his arm draped around my waist. “No matter what happens tomorrow or next week or in a month or in a year, you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Sadie Green.” He places a soft kiss on my bare shoulder.

I turn around to return the sentiment, but he’s already fallen asleep.

Bastard.

Eighteen

Surprisingly, or maybe not, since as Jack said, I planned out every second of launch-party day, everything goes smoothly. Lucy and I complete all of the arrangements for the party in the morning hours, storing them in the coolers until it’s closer to go time. The rentals get delivered on time, just a few high-top cocktail tables placed randomly around the room so people have a place to set their drinks and snacks. We set up a mini bar at the work counter and bring in an extra-long table for Gemma to display all her yummy food. I hired a bartender and two servers to handle all the drink-making and food-passing and, most important, the cleaning up.