Still swollen inside me, Jack came down on top of my body, pressing me into the mattress. His weight felt good, warm and solid. He cupped my head in his hands and untied the blindfold as he kissed me."Tears?" he asked as he wiped them away with the silk. "What's wrong?""Not a damn thing," I said in a shaky voice, gazing up into his eyes. "Happy tears. Goofy but true.""If you say so." Propped up on his elbows to keep from crushing me, he kissed each of my eyelids then muttered, "England." Without moving too much, he managed to untie my wrists. He kissed each one, chafing it between his hands. "Sorry I can't reach your feet. Break 'em if they're too uncomfortable.""I'm all right." It was true. If there was even the slightest chance that I'd have the chance to play with Jack and his toys again, it was worth a few minutes of discomfort to preserve them for another day. I was feeling tingly and sore and I actually regretted that my vampire physiology would have healed all traces of

I was still pondering that about three a.m. when my friends left and I was alone, curled up in an armchair with my e-reader. I'd given up trying to work. Between thinking about Frederic and Jack, I didn't have the attention span of a gnat.My cell phone rang, startling me. It wasn't Jess or Dani's ring tone, so it had to be Jack, unless it was someone trying to sell me insurance. I fumbled the phone, almost dropping it as a big case of nerves scrambled my brain and nervous system."Hey there, beautiful." God, it was him, his voice still sexy and sinful, even over the phone."Hi." I had no idea what else to say. "How was your night?""Not nearly as much fun as last night," he said. "How about you?""The same," I admitted. "Thank you again...for everything.""You're very welcome, sweet thing." His gravelly chuckle had my body responding. "Looking forward to tomorrow night? I know I sure am.""Of course." I squeezed my legs together to contain the moisture that gathered just at his

By Sunday evening I was a nervous wreck. I paced in front of my living room window, wondering what he had planned. I was wearing the dress I'd discussed with Dani and Jess - a full-skirted, sedate frock in black wool jersey with long sleeves and a modest sweetheart neckline. It was suited for an office or a funeral more than an evening on the town, but I didn't own much in the way of evening wear. My black leather boots had moderate heels and came to just below my knee, meaning the dress fell below the boots. Boldly, I decided to wear a garter belt and thigh-high stockings instead of pantyhose, and a matching black demi-cup bra. It was the only sexy underwear I owned, a gift one year from Dani, who was always trying to liven me up. Feeling even naughtier, I stuffed the matching thong back in the drawer. I wore the pearls I'd bought myself with one of my first big checks - a double strand and a pair of really nice drop earrings. My hair was caught in a messy knot at the nape of my neck

Finally, when he was done, I licked the head of his penis clean then used the dishtowel to wipe off the marks from my red lipstick."Some of it won't come off," I said, dabbing at a now-pinkish streak."Don't worry about it," he growled. "I'll wear your lipstick on my cock any time you want, darling. The only one who's going to see it is you, anyway." Then he put both hands under my arms and lifted me to my feet.If I hadn't already rubbed off all my lipstick, his kiss would have done it. His mouth was voracious, almost brutal, but I loved every bit of it. I knew he could taste his own seed on me, and that made me even wetter. All I really wanted right then was for him to impale me on that thick cock, which was still damp from my mouth, even though the head was still swollen to the size of a tangerine. I'm a vampire. I'd heal.Instead, he whirled me around and lifted me so I was sitting on the countertop. He spread my legs with his hands then sat down on the chair I'd just vacated.

Jack finished the dessert as I squirmed damply in my seat and gasped for breath. Thank goodness neither of us had a human's sensitivity to alcohol because we both guzzled the rest of our champagne."But...you didn't..." I began just before we stood to leave. Apparently Jack had taken care of the check in advance because there was nothing brought to the table."No worries," he said with a wink. We picked up my coat and he held it for me then we walked out to the car, arm in arm. "I'll get my turn in the limo."How had I forgotten the limo scene? As the driver closed the panel, I realized it was one-way glass. We could see him but he couldn't see us. Perfect. I slipped my coat off and tossed it onto the seat across from us while Jack did the same with his suit jacket. I loved the way his fine cotton shirt stretched over his broad chest and shoulders, and how even the conservative suit and tie didn't make him look quite civilized."I thought this would be better than more champagne."