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more. Jack doesn't stop. He pushes harder and faster until he comes in my mouth. When that salty sweet treat hits my tongue, I feel the warm fluid fill my mouth and I swallow every last drop. Jack's ragged breaths become more noticeable as I gently lick him, milking every last drop from him. When I'm done, I look up at him and smile.

Jack pulls me into his arms and we fall back onto the bed. Pushing up on my side, I look down at him. "I love doing that."

Jack smiles at me. His chest rises and falls fast and he looks over at me. "I love when you do that."

I lean close to his ear. "No, I mean I really like doing that." I take his hand and guide it between my legs.

"Oh my God, you're wet." Turning toward me, Jack smiles. "Did you come?"

My eyes are locked with his. I avert my gaze and smile, coyly. "Maybe, a little bit." Before I can say anything else, Jack pulls me down to his mouth. He kisses me until my brains melt. For the rest of the night, Jack loves me until I'm completely spent and we fall into a blissful slumber.

Chapter 21-22

Chapter 21

ABBY

Sunlight pours through the white curtains. I rub the sleep from my eyes and roll over looking for Jack. His space is empty and the sheets are cool. I pinch the bridge of my nose, hoping that he hasn't seen the news. I shower and dress, pulling on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, and go to find him.

Jack is in the studio mixing paint, trying to get the exact color that he wants. From the look of it, his next work is going to be all shades of vivid violet.

I walk up behind him and slide my hand across his back. Jack is bent over a large vat of paint, pouring in more white. I kiss his cheek. "Good morning, lover."

He stops what he's doing and straightens, wiping his hands off on his jeans before grabbing my face and pulling it to his. Startled, I go in for the kiss and fumble it, kind of just smooshing my lips against his like I fell.

He laughs and says, "First, I want to tell you that last night, was - there are no words for last night. I'll be looking forward to dinner a lot more from now on." I smile at him. There's tension in his smile. The floor of my stomach sinks. He knows.

"And, you know, don't you?" I ask, looking at his hands like they're really interesting. My fingers intertwine as I say it.

Jack looks from my hands to my face. His voice is soft, remorseful. "Yeah, I know. I woke up early and while I was having a cup of coffee, I turned on the news and saw a picture of my wife with a voice over telling the press that she wasn't a virgin when she got married."

"And then what?" I ask, hedging.

"And then I laughed like this couldn't possibly be happening, that my sweet wife couldn't possibly know about this. Then they say the information is from a confirmed source, and guess who that source was?"

"Gus." I look down at my hands, twisting them. My heart is pounding, but in a bad way. I didn't want to hurt Jack more by not telling him, but I had to do what I did. I wanted him out of the limelight. I can take someone saying nasty things about me, but Jack can't. We're wired differently, I guess. Either way, this was something I could do to deflect the arrows thrown at him, so I did it.

Jack seems like he's losing his composure. His shoulders are rigid and he keeps working his jaw. His eyes are just a little too big when he looks at me, like he's really mad. "Right, Gus. And can you imagine how insane I felt? My best friend leaked this shit to the press. So while I'm screaming at him, I find out what really happened, that it wasn't him at all. It was my wife who orchestrated the whole thing, but she's still asleep because I made love to her all night and she's probably too sore to walk." Jack's voice gets higher and higher as he speaks. His eyes lock with mine, pleading, begging for an explanation.

Placing my hand on his forearm, I say, "I should have told you."

He flinches, like I've struck him, and