Chapter 27 Attraction
Elena's POV
His bare chest was pressed against my breasts as he began to trail kisses up and down my neckline and then to my cleavage and I gasped softly at the thrill it ushered me into.
Jack's hands slowly found their way to unhook my bra and take it off.
The swell of emotions that choked me was too beautiful to describe. He brought his lips to nibble on my nipples and a strange thrill coarsed through my veins and my eyes rolled back into its sockets like an idiot.
My hands impatiently found its way to undo his zip and then tugged on his pants for him to take it off.
He got rid of his pants in instantly as he slid his hands and slowly grabbed the hem of my underwear to take it off. My legs turned to jelly as my core ached for him.
Then he leaned back again as he plastered kisses from my toes, to my ankle and then up to my thighs, before they finally settled on my wetness.
It felt beautiful and perfect. I threw my hair back and moaned at the impact.
“Oh God..." I mumbled under my breath as I held his head in place to keep him going. His tongue worked wonders against my core.
My moans as well as the thrill of excitement filled the room and when he stopped, he brought his lips back to mine as he pinned my hands back above my head and made me to taste my juices from his lips.
Then he gently pushed my thighs apart with his knee and brought his junior to tease me. That single act caused my mouth to open wider for his tongue to savour mine.
And then he slowly and intentionally penetrated through my walls as I grabbed the pillow for support—moaning in ecstasy. Then he began his thrusts slowly, and then he moved faster.
Jack's moans made me blush red as he kissed me like his life depended on it.
The soft morning light had shifted by the time we finally broke apart.
I lay sprawled beneath him on the bed, hair tangled like silk across the pillow, my lips still slightly swollen from his kisses, my breath still uneven.
My fingers traced the ink on his forearm absentmindedly, and the space between us pulsed with something more dangerous than desire—something fragile and real.
Then his phone rang.
The shrill vibration buzzed against the hardwood floor where he’d discarded his pants several minutes ago, and Jack let out a low groan, pressing his forehead against my collarbone for one final stolen second of stillness before dragging himself upright.
“Ignore it,” I mumbled lazily, tugging his wrist.
“I want to,” he said honestly. “But if it’s about the vault breach again…”
I sighed before I gave him a nod.
He slid off the bed with a reluctant breath and padded barefoot across the room to grab the phone. The screen glowed with the name of Vale Corp’s Director of Security, and Jack’s expression immediately darkened.
His voice was quiet but clipped as he answered. “Yeah?”
I sat up slowly and clutched the edge of the sheets to my chest, watching him through the filtered sunlight that streamed through the curtains. His entire posture changed. The quiet tension in his shoulders, the frown. I bet that whatever news he was receiving wasn’t good.
He ended the call after a moment, then glanced back at me.
“Emergency. Someone tried to access the archival server from an internal floor. They need me on-site.”
I nodded again, even though my heart gave a tiny tug of disappointment.
“I’ll meet you there,” I told him softly.
Jack arched a brow. “You sure?”
“Go,” I said with a smirk. “If this is some dark, looming corporate crisis, then I’m not missing it for anything.”
He grinned and leaned down to kiss me quickly, it was just a soft brush of lips that carried none of the hunger from earlier, but all of the tenderness.
“Try not to distract me when you get there,” he murmured against my mouth.
I scoffed, pushing at his chest lightly. “Get out of here, Roman.”
He winked at me—actually winked—and the rogue glint in his eyes sent a fresh wave of heat curling low in my stomach, as if what we’d just done hadn’t already rewired my nervous system.
And then he was gone.
The door clicked shut, the sound sharp in the quiet that followed, and suddenly the room felt… too still. Like the air itself was adjusting to his absence.
I exhaled slowly, the breath leaving me in a rush I hadn’t realized I was holding, and slumped back against the pillows. One arm flung dramatically across my forehead, the other resting uselessly at my side, fingers still faintly tingling.
God…
A quiet, shaky laugh slipped out of me before I could stop it. I stared up at the ceiling, letting the aftermath settle—my heartbeat still uneven, my skin humming as if it hadn’t yet realized the moment was over.
I lay there longer than I meant to, doing nothing at all.
I pressed my lips together, a small smile tugging at the corner of my mouth despite myself.
“Enough, Elena.” I muttered.
Time to refocus.
Eventually, I pushed back the covers and swung my legs over the edge of the bed as I scurried to the bathroom.
Richard’s voice suddenly echoed faintly in my memory. Mia’s warning followed close behind. The sealed file tucked away in my desk drawer—the one I hadn’t opened yet, the one that carried too much weight for a morning like this.
I had kissed Jack like he was safety.
But what if I was wrong?
The question lingered, sharp and unwelcome, but for a brief moment, I chose not to care.
Maybe because Jack had kissed me like a promise. But I had never been the kind of woman who waited around for someone else to keep one.
Not after Damien.