JACK
see me falling
yeah, down and lonely
yeah, down and lonely
"That all depends on how good the whiskey is," Jack fires back, only to slump obediently into the booth at her demand, gazing up at her with eyes made dark by arousal and need. Welcoming her back into his lap and leaning up to taste her lips yet again, Jack's hands are firm and possessive against every part of Flora they can get hold of, his head drawn back by her fingers tugging at his hair.
"At least half a dozen people are thinking about you," he whispers against her lips, eyes opening to hazily glance over her shoulder and accept the frosted glass of whiskey that is delivered to the table. Sliding the glass towards him with one hand, the other grazes along her upper thigh to grasp her hips.
"They want to know how much I paid for you," he adds with a scoff. "Or how much you paid for me. Or what's under that sweater. Or if you'll suck my cock in this booth while they watch." Maybe that last one is Jack - who knows?
"At least half a dozen people are thinking about you," he whispers against her lips, eyes opening to hazily glance over her shoulder and accept the frosted glass of whiskey that is delivered to the table. Sliding the glass towards him with one hand, the other grazes along her upper thigh to grasp her hips.
"They want to know how much I paid for you," he adds with a scoff. "Or how much you paid for me. Or what's under that sweater. Or if you'll suck my cock in this booth while they watch." Maybe that last one is Jack - who knows?
are the angels on their way?
i’m in the dirt
i’m in the dirt
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
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