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eyes.
    Jack collapsed back on the bed, his breath jagged. He pulled me up to him, tucking me under the crook of his arm and kissed me on the forehead as I fell into a deep, blissful sleep.

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    Christmas Day was spent quietly with only my dad and Jack. Between work and my dad keeping Jack to himself most of the time, I hadn't gotten within five feet of him since that night we spent together after the party.   The three of us feasted on Dad’s famous turkey with all the traditional trimmings and we talked and laughed for hours; catching up on old times. Before we knew it, the clock tipped its hands towards midnight. Dad looked worn out, yawning as he stood to clear the glasses from the table.
    “Whoa, time seems to have snuck away from us. I’d better grab a taxi and head back to the hotel,” Jack said, standing to help Dad with the clean-up.
    “Don’t be silly,” Dad said. “I’ll be happy to drive you.”
    Trying on not sounding too eager, I cleared my throat.
    “Dad, why don’t I take Jack back to his hotel? You worked so hard putting together this fantastic dinner for us. It’s the least I could do.”
    Jack glanced sideways in my direction and cocked an eyebrow. I could see he was trying to hide the smile playing on his lips.
    “Alright. Jack, if that’s okay with you, buddy, I’ll catch up with you tomorrow.”
    “Sounds great, Stephen. We’ll go hit the gym. I can’t let all that good food go to my belly now, can I?” he laughed, patting his mid-section. “The ladies might turn and run.”
    I met his eyes and he winked at me.
    The way Jack looked in his sweater and jeans, turning and running was not an option with this lady.
    The drive back to Jack’s hotel sent thrills of excitement and anticipation through my body. I thought back to our last encounter in his hotel room, and I was full of desire and lust for the man who had taken me to new levels of ecstasy that night. I wasn’t certain if what went on between us then was simply a one-time fling, but I was determined to have him as often as I could before he got back on the plane to fly home in a week.
    When I pulled into the parking lot, Jack’s hand rested on the door handle, but he didn’t move. I could tell he wanted to say something, but he looked as though he was having trouble forming the words. I decided I would take the lead, as I had before.
    “I didn’t get a chance to thank you for last week. It was really nice.”
    “You’re not just saying that because I’m your dad’s best friend, are you?” Jack teased.
    “What?! No!” I laughed. “Jack, you are amazing. I find you incredibly sexy, and I don’t care if you are my dad’s best friend.” I looked at him seriously this time and lowered my voice. “I would fuck you any which way you let me from now until you leave if you’d let me.”
    The sound that came from Jack was best described as a throaty growl. He leaned over to my side of the car and cupped my neck, pulling me towards him in a deep, hungry kiss. He pulled away and looked at me with white hot fire in his eyes that was enough to melt my clothes right off.
    “Take me inside,” I purred.
    In an instant, Jack was out of the car leading me towards the lobby elevators. As soon as the doors closed our hands were all over each other’s bodies like it was the first time we’d ever touched. We stayed meshed together the entire ride up, dry-fucking through our clothes until I had soaked my panties and Jack’s rock-hard bulge felt as though it could drive a hole right through his jeans. He brushed his fingers over my rock-hard nipples as he pushed against me, his cock like a solid rod of steel pressed against my thigh. Grabbing him by the shirt, I pulled him toward me, nibbling on his lip and kissing him with force.
    “I have to have you now.” I whispered.
    Jack backed me up against the elevator wall and pulled one of my legs up to rest on his side. As he did, he reached