𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒, 𝗷𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗵𝘂𝗴𝗵𝗲𝘀

40. dinner date

a/n: a little spice never hurt anyone! okay, but seriously, please lmk if i should make more chapters like this lol. enjoy!

SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 8TH, i was getting ready to go out with jack on a dinner date. supposedly, he made reservations to this fancy restaurant called 'le jardin étoilé' and it was the most popular in town.

i was wearing a tight, short, black dress with a laced v-neck, black sheer tights, and black, shiny leather pointed heels. oh, and my brown louis vuitton handbag of course.

i was touching up my makeup when a tall, handsome figure appeared behind me, placing his hands on both sides of my waist.

he whistled in awe, looking at me up and down. "jesus christ."

i grinned, observing the two of us reflected in the bathroom mirror.

he leaned his head close to my ear. "i can't wait to rip that dress off you later tonight."

i playfully nudged him. he laughed.

then, he grabbed my hand. "you ready?"

i nodded, gently squeezing his hand. in response, he planted a kiss on the crown of my head as we descended the stairs and walked to his car.

throughout the entire car ride, his gaze was fixed on me intently. it was as if he couldn't tear his eyes away, and this constant scrutiny was starting to drive me to the brink of distraction. but then, i noticed the smirk on his face, and it hit me—we were both enjoying this little game.

the intensity of his stare, combined with that playful smirk, made my cheeks burn up and my spine shiver. and then he put his hand on my inner thigh, occasionally rubbing it up and down. i'm a goner.

once jack parked the car, i began to open my door, but he stopped me. he grabbed my arm, pulling it toward him. and i noticed his eyes flicker down to my lips.

without either of us saying a single word, we both immediately leaned in and kissed each other. it was very passionate and very messy, but a good messy. his soft lips against mine were just what i needed.

"jack-" i paused, my breath hitching. "they're going to cancel our reservations."

he softly chuckled, giving me another slow, slow kiss as his hand was holding my chin. "most restaurants will hold your spot for at least fifteen minutes. we have enough time."

his mouth traveled from my lips, down to my jaw, down to my neck, and finally to my collarbone. his other hand slowly traveled onto my thigh and underneath my dress.

"jack-" i murmured, a soft sound escaping from my lips.

he slightly smirked, then used a finger to motion me to 'come here.' without hesitation, i did just that, both legs on either side of him. holy hell. i could already feel him. he wasted no time that's for sure.

he slowly shook his head left to right, right to left, admiring me. "jesus christ."

i laughed, my long hair falling in my face.

he slid both of his hands onto my waist. "do you have any idea how turned on i am right now??"

i laughed again, putting weight onto him. "i have an idea or two, yeah."

he snapped his eyes shut. "you're such a tease."

"oh, don't even complain, jacky. now hush. we have to make this quick," i said, pulling his suit jacket off of him.

within a few minutes we've made it to the backseat. and things were heated. holy hell heated. did i mention heated?

as he began to unbutton his white, long-sleeve dress shirt, i undid his black belt quickly, eager to get this further with such little time.

i unzipped his pants and pulled them down to his ankles. he pulled my dress up to my waist, pulled off my tights, and left rough, messy kisses all over my neck. i tugged on his hair as he did so.

he looks down at me, panting. "i need these off. the sooner the better, baby." he throws my thong to the side, adding to the pile of clothes that have already been accumulating, and lifts my legs up.

and the rest made me feel euphoric.

the clock read 7:14pm. we have one minute to book it inside there before they cancel our reservations.

i quickly push jack off of me and get myself together. i put on my outfit—before he practically tore it off—and put a few bobby pins in my hair to make it look somewhat presentable.

still panting, still halfway dressed, he says, "do we have to go in?"

i slap him on the shoulder. "jack rowden hughes!"

"okay, okay, i'm just joking, baby." he gets dressed, quickly buttoning his long-sleeve dress shirt.

"no, you're not."

he chuckles.

"you made the reservations!" i tell him, reapplying the lipstick that jack rubbed off with his lips.

"i know, i know, and i'm gonna have the hottest date there, so let's go."

he grabs my hand and we book it. thankfully, they take us in and get us seated right away. people gave us weird looks, but that's only because jack and i couldn't hold in our laughter. i mean, we just had sex in the back of his car and spared the last minute to sprint here and stuff our faces with food.

i quickly turn to him as we sit down in a booth. "does my makeup look okay?"

he smiles. "yeah, it looks good."

"uh huh."

he lets out a small laugh. "what? i mean it."

i playfully narrow my eyes at him as he takes a huge sip of his water. he tries his best to hold in his laughter, but he knows damn well he can't.

"uh huh. sure. before you kissed it all off!!!" i bellow.

now he just lets all the laughter out. i playfully frown at him.

"baby, i mean it. you always look beautiful. makeup or no makeup i'm still gonna affectionate the shit out of you."

i laugh, and right before the waiter comes to take our orders, i ask jack, "does that mean you'll put my legs on your shoulders again?"

let's just say that we made sure to leave the restaurant a little early. fifteen minutes is plenty enough time. ;)

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