After Hours

Chapter 32

The hostess leads us to our table where the boys are waiting. It's a rectangular table and Jackson is at the head of it with Zach and Dominic beside him. He says something and they all begin laughing but when his eyes land on me, his jaw drops. This causes the other men to turn their heads and they have similar reactions. Jasmine and Sam sit, leaving the end seat open for me. "Sorry we're a little late," Jasmine says.

"It's perfectly fine," Zach says, eyeing Sam.

She blushes a little, leaning forward to kiss him. I quickly look away, my eyes meeting Jackson's across the table. He is wearing a perfectly fitted navy blue suit. My mouth waters at the sight of him and desire blooms deep within me. "Would you like some wine, ma'am?" the waiter asks politely.

I smile sweetly at him. "I would love some. Thank you."

"You're welcome," he smiles, his cheeks warming slightly.

Taking the glass from him, I take a sip of the sweet liquid. This is the best wine I've ever tasted. "So is everything already planned for the wedding?" Sam asks.

"Yeah," I nod, smiling. "It's going to be beautiful."

"What about your bachelorette party?" Jasmine asks excitedly.

My eyes widen. "No way. No party."

"Why? Jackson is having a night out with the guys," she says.

I look across the table to see him still watching me, casually leaning back in his chair. "I wasn't aware of that," I mutter. "What are they doing?"

"We're going to Vegas. Strip clubs and casinos," Zach says.

I purse my lips disapprovingly. "Then I guess we can have some fun of our own."

He narrows his eyes at me across the table. "Yay! We can have male strippers and I'll make sure you get laid one last time before marriage," she says winking at me.

I know she's just trying to get Jackson worked up but I find myself glaring at her. "That won't be happening."

She leans in towards me. "My friend got married a while back and she stopped having sex with her husband and few weeks before they got married. When they had sex that night, she said it was the best orgasm she had ever had."

I raise an eyebrow curiously. "Really?"

She nods. "What are you two talking about over there?" Jackson says from across the table.

"Sex," Jasmine shrugs.

Thankfully the waiter chooses that moment to return with our food. We talk casually over dinner, the women mainly talking amongst ourselves. As we're finishing up Sam gives me a pointed look and I know she's referring to my dance with Zach. Glancing at Jackson, I frown. Making the decision for me, Sam gently nudges Zach. "Why don't you dance with Emery until I get back?" She suggests.

Zach shrugs carelessly, standing up. He leans down and kisses Sam's cheek before she saunters towards the bathroom. Zach holds out his hand for me to take and I place my hand in his with a smile. He leads me onto the dancefloor where I place my hand on his shoulder. "You clean up well," I say.

"I could say the same to you," he smiles. "Now can you tell me why I'm being forced to dance with you?"

I sigh. "It's stupid."

"I'm sure it is," he chuckles. "I assume it's about Jackson since he's been kind of a dick today."

I shake my head. "He is so frustrating."

He nods in agreement. "Always has been. I can tell he cares about you. There's just something about you that makes you... likeable," he shrugs. "You're a good person, Emery. The way you carry yourself is incredible and you look absolutely impeccable in this dress."

I can't help but blush at his compliments. "Thank you," glancing away, I notice Sam coming towards us so I pull him in for a hug. "Be good to her. She deserves the best."

"I know," he says, pulling away.

When I turn, I give Sam a hug as well. "Thank you."

"It's no problem. Every guy needs to be jealous every once in a while so they realize what they have," she winks.

Smiling, I head down the hall where the bathrooms are. Just as I hear footsteps behind me, I am pulled into a door to the right. Jackson's delicious scent fills my nose as his lips press hungrily against mine. I hear the door close then lock before I'm pushed up against it. When I am breathless I tip my head back, my eyes screwed shut as his lips continue down my neck, following the line of my dress. When his touch is gone, I look down at him. His eyes burn with the same intensity as mine as his hands gently wrap around my ankles and slowly trail up to my panties. The sound of my panting fills the room as he pulls them down at a painfully slow pace.

When they're around my ankles, I pick up my foot to step out of them but he doesn't give me the chance to take them off completely. He hooks my leg over his shoulder, the slit in my dress making it easy, then pushes my dress a little higher before his mouth finds the apex of my thighs. My fingers tangle in his hair as my back arches away from the door. A moan escapes my lips as his tongue continues to dance along my body. I whimper when he removes my leg from his shoulder and stands. I watch with hooded eyes as he quickly unbuttons his pants. Grabbing the back of my thighs, he picks me up and I push my dress out of the way before wrapping my hand around his erection and guiding him into me.

With each thrust, my pleasure builds at a faster pace until I can't take it any longer. My body tightens around his as I climax, sending him over the edge as well. As I try to catch my breath, he plants kisses all over my face, stopping at my lips where he kisses me passionately. I realize that this is his was of apologizing for our stupid fight.

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