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    Grace lowered her body to a crouch before him and Jack started in surprise. “Grace, you don’t have to . . .”
    His words cut off abruptly when she ran her tongue around the plump head of his cock. She cupped his sack and breathed him in, enjoying the clean male soap scent of his skin. Grace suckled and licked his length, wishing she could see his face in the darkness. His groans of pleasure and the taste of him had her wet and aching to be filled. Jack grabbed her head and guided her movements, teaching her just how he liked to be pleasured.
    One of his hands left her head and she heard him curse and then a, “Yes!”  
    Jack had tried the handle of the door she’d pressed him against and found a small office. He lifted Grace against his chest and back into the room. There was a beat up old desk, a couple of chairs, and a file cabinet in the corner that held a lamp. The lamp was on a dim setting, its light not reaching far past the file cabinet.
    “Grace, what the fuck are you doing to me?” Jack asked, but didn’t give her a chance to speak. He was on her, kissing her deeply and lifting her dress over her head. He froze then and just looked at her. His frenzy stalled for a moment while he took her in. Heat spread over her skin as Jack devoured her with his eyes. Grace stood before him in her tiny red thong and red stilettos. Her backless dress had prevented her from wearing a bra.
    When he finally opened his mouth it quickly doused the flames of her desire.  
    “Was this for him?” Jack asked. “Was this pretty package meant for that 'great guy', Luke to open?” He stepped forward and ran a finger from her collarbone down her breast to her nipple. She slapped him.
    “Fuck off, Jack!” She grabbed her dress from the desk and glared at him. He was still stunned by the slap, standing there with a hand on his cheek and his still hard cock was standing out of his open pants.
    “Were you going to fuck Victor? Or was he going to fuck you tonight, Jack?” Grace snarled. He was such a hypocritical asshole!
    “Maybe I was,” he replied in a whisper.
    Jack seemed more shocked by her knowledge of his date then the fact that she’d hit him. God damn it! She’d never hit anyone! Ever! Why was she letting him torment her into such barbaric behavior? Grace slid her dress back over her head and went to the door. She was exhausted now. Her body ached, her hand throbbed, and heart felt heavy and empty all at once.
    “Stay the hell away from me, Jack. I don’t need this shit. You don’t want me and that's fine. I’ll get over it. But you don’t get to judge me for moving on.” She told him in a much calmer voice and opened the door, but Jack stepped forward in the small room and pushed it shut again. He pressed his chest into her back and pinned her there against the door.
    “You think I don’t want you, Grace.” He tilted his hips so she felt his still solid length against the cleft of her ass. “Does that feel like I don’t want you?” he asked.
    “You want to fuck me, Jack. That’s not the same thing as wanting me .”
    Jack nuzzled her neck and kissed the spot behind her ear sending gooseflesh over her skin. “If you recall, I already fucked you. It was you who turned me away, Grace.”
    She shook her head. He knew damn well that she hadn’t wanted him go. Was he implying that he wanted her now? What if he did? He was certainly jealous over her dancing with Luke. Did she dare believe the week they’d spent apart could have changed his mind? Grace turned in his arms and looked up into a face that was just as confused and tired as her own. She touched his cheek where she’d struck him.
    “I’m sorry.” Jack took her hand and placed a kiss on her stinging palm.
    “I’m sorry, too. I don’t know what I’m doing here. I really don’t.” He placed a chaste kiss on the corner of her mouth, then the other corner. Sincerity shone in his eyes. He really was just as fucked up as she was. He