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“I most definitely don’t hate you.” He brings my earlobe in between his lips, tugging before releasing it. My whole body ignites
and puts me on the verge of a sexual conniption.

“Fuck.”

“Hey, Miss Potty Mouth.”

By the time the bar empties, and our party comes to an end, I’m horny as hell. Not the tingly
, pins and needles, hot flash, kind of horny that I’ve gotten used to. It’s more like the
fuck I can’t stand it any longer and even the inside of my underwear is turning me on and I’m on fire,
kind of horny. Granted, most of it is my own fault. Jack has released my hands, and I don’t know what to do with them. I can touch his hard body some more or relieve my own. I know he’s worked up too. I can still feel his excitement pressing into my backside. A quick trip to the ladies room and I could…

“I need to go home.” I mumble to no one in particular.

“You ok?”

“Huh?” I look up behind me at Jack, again forgetting what I said a
nd wondering why he is laughing.

Chapter 20
- Jack

Everyone within a ten-foot radius now knows how plastered Leila really is after her outburst that I make her hot. Her dad is the most observant and starts calling for cabs. While angry dialing, he grumps and mumbles under his breath. Most of his words are inaudible.

“There is no way you guys are driving home.” He
mutters to the wall he is facing, as he dials the phone.

One by one, my friends all assure him they are ok to drive home. After a quick assessment, he releases them. For a second I thought he was going to make them walk a straight line while touching their noses with outstretched arms.

“I drove here!” Leila yells and follows up with a very loud belch. Laughter rises and causes my chest to shake from trying to hold it in, causing Leila to giggle.

One minute Evan is serious and contemplative, the next he is
hysterical. Leila’s giggling turns into a full blown laughing fit, her entire body shaking uncontrollably, her hands holding my arms that are still circling her.  This is better than TV. I’m rarely the sober one in a bunch and it’s very entertaining watching drunken Leila and her friends.

Leila loses her balance and makes
me tighten my grip around her waist to prevent her from falling off the stool. Evan suddenly becomes serious and says to no one in particular, “I couldn’t tell her to cab it. That would’ve ruined the surprise.”

The look on Evan’s face makes me crack up all over again. Even her dad tries to hide a smile and fails mise
rably. He turns his back to us and resumes his phone call to the cab service.

“Mr. Marino, I’ll drive her home. I’m fine.”

Her dad now judges what state I’m in. I could practically tell what he’s thinking. He’s not going to allow me to drive her home to an empty apartment after watching me touching her in one way or another all night. But after a short moment he relents, “Um… Leila, are you ok with Jack driving you home?” She nods her head up and down, causing Evan to lose it again.

“Ok, Jack.
I’ll be there as soon as I get these boys taken care of. Thank you.”

Hunter saunters over. “Jack, what are you doing?”

Ignoring him, I wrap an arm around her waist and help her off the stool and to the door.

“I luuvv uuu guyyyss.” She calls out waiving at her friends. Most of
her friends yell good-bye back except for Evan. He is still hunched over in hysterics.

“Ok, let’s go party animal.” I
walk her out the door.

Leila leans her body weight against me, mumbling randomly. “Funny…so good…can eat him.” Turning towards my chest, she suddenly sniffs me.

“Did you just sniff me?”

“Nooooooo. Nope.”

She makes me laugh. I love this girl.

“You’re k
illing me.”

“Why do ya keep ssssayeen that?”

“Cause you are.” I respond while smiling wide.

“I jusssssssssssssssst luuuv your C
ee Cee Dee Esss smile.”

“My w
hat?”

“Huh?”

Oh boy…this is getting nowhere.

Getting her to her car, folding her in to the passenger seat, and buckling her seat belt are not easy feats.

She turns towards me just as I’m snapping in her belt and commands, “Jack…kiss me.” She has a death grip on my t-shirt, and rubs her nose against my neck.

No sooner do
I pry her fingers off my shirt than I hear her snoring. She’s out cold.

I’m glad she had fun. She needed this release. She is an adorable drunk. Of course I don’t know what’s going to happen when I wake her up. She may hurl all over me.

Minutes after leaving the bar I pull her car up to her apartment. There isn’t parking in front so I have to circle a few times until I find a spot that’s two blocks away. Going to her side of the car and opening her door doesn’t even wake her up.

Sighing heavily I reach in to pull her out and get her to a standing position. As she slumps against me, I can feel her soft breasts pressing against my chest. She is complete dead weight. There is no way she will be able to walk two blocks. Doing the only logical thing I can think of, I bend and throw her over my shoulder…still nothing. Tomorrow is not going to be a good day for her. Tequila hangovers suck ass.

With her bag in my hand, I carry her home on the deserted streets of Hoboken. Thank God the streets are deserted. I look like I’m kidnapping a drugged girl, not to mention her skirt is hiked up exposing her thighs and part of her ass.

So our little display tonight was a bit obvious. Her dad was on to us. Her friends were all just
as drunk so I doubt they noticed. The ones who weren’t, like Lori or Alisa, or Hunter, hell they saw every move she made on me, and I on her.

Shit…I could care less if an announcement was made. It’s her I worry about. She will not be happy when she hears how she came on to
me tonight, or how I responded with so many witnesses.

While carrying her up the stairs, she starts mumbling incoherently. 
I set her down and dig for her keys when she starts to come to.

“Where are w
e?” Her words come out in a slur.

“Your place.” I respond while trying to hold her up and open her damn door. I finally get it open and walk her inside. Just as I flip on some lights, Miss Marino catches her second wind.

“You staying the night?” she asks seductively. She pulls away and stumbles slightly, but she still manages to pull her shirt over her head.

Oh my G
od…

As if in slow motion, she reaches behind and unzips her skirt.
It falls and sweet Jesus, what the fuck is she wearing? She is practically naked in a pink lace bra and matching boy shorts! I love those damn things. She’s still wearing her heels, too. A raging hard-on immediately springs to life in my jeans.

Oh fuck
.

“Leila, stop.” I say moving towards her.

Just as I bend to pick up her clothes, she grabs my face and shoves her tongue into my mouth.

She is killing me…she is fucking killing me!

When I pull away, she pleads, “Hey I want to kissssss you some moore. You always taste sooo good Jack.”

Aw, fuck
…

Holding her head, I wait until she looks at me, forcing her to focus on my words. “Let’s get you into your room.”

She smiles wide and saunters towards her bedroom. The sight of her walking down the hall in her bra and sheer panties gives me a nice glimpse of her fantastic ass and causes my dick to twitch.

I adjust myself and follow while
thinking this is the worst form of torture. It’s worse than kissing her at my party, and then having to walk away. The second I flip on her lights, she turns and starts to unhook her bra. I know if I just get her in bed, she will pass out. I frantically start opening drawers, looking for something to throw on her body…her practically naked, smoking hot body. Finding an oversized sweatshirt just as her bra falls to the floor, I grip it in my hands, dumbstruck from the sight of topless Leila.

I can’t stop looking at her. I’ve had plenty of sex dreams about Leila these past few months, but nothing…nothing compares to her in the flesh. She is absolutely gorgeous. Her breasts, her tight stomach, the slope of her hips, her legs are all perfe
ct. The best part is her sheer panties afford me a glimpse of her smooth shaven pussy. Holy fuck, this is another complete turn on for me.

She’s fucking perfection.

I can’t do this.

“Jack.” She says looking at me like she wants to attack. “I love you. I want you and I know you want me too.” Her gaze is smoldering as she focuses on the obvious bulge in my pants. Smiling wickedly, she seductively licks her lips and then sways unsteadily. I’m smart enough to know she’s too drunk to know what she’s saying. But her words still have an immediate effect on me.

“I do babe, but not like this.”

“I love when you call me babe.
” She steps closer, gripping my t-shirt in between her fingers.

Fuck.

I quickly drag the sweatshirt over her head, maneuver her arms through the sleeves, pull back the comforter, lift her onto her bed and cover her to her chin in record time.

As I turn to walk out of the room, she sits up. “Where are you going?”

“I’ll be right back.” I respond while flipping off her light and moving towards her living room. If my calculations are correct, she will be passed out in less than sixty seconds.

Hopefully.

Her phone suddenly rings and I jump up to grab it off the coffee table.

“Hello?” I
keep my voice low.

“Jack? It’s Anthony Marino. Is Leila ok?”

“Yes sir. I just put her to bed. She’s out cold.”

“I just got all the boys in cabs. I’ll be there in a few minutes to stay with her.” He probably doesn’t trust me and I can’t say I blame him.

“That’s fine, but you don’t have to. I’ll stay tonight and make sure she’s ok. I’ll leave in the morning. I promise I’ll take good care of her sir.” I hope that I can convince him to trust me.

There’s a pause, until he
answers, “Ok. Please tell her to call me as soon as she is up. And um, thanks Jack.”

Waiting a few minutes, I quietly walk down the hall
to peek in. Thankfully, she
is
out cold. As a parting gift, she suddenly flips off the comforter and turns on her stomach with her gorgeous ass totally exposed in her sexy lace panties. Soft snores are the only sounds she makes.

“Fuck,
this is torture.”

I have two options -rub one out
or cold shower.

Unfortunately rubbing one out may still leave me with a hard-on and a bad case of blue balls. The cold shower is my only option. Sighing heavily, I step into the
ice-cold stream of water and kill my hard on instantly.

Fucking torture.

***

All night I’ve drifted in and out of a very depthless sleep. All the admissions she subconsciously released in her drunken state
swirl in my head.

“You make me hot.”

“I love when you call me babe.”

“Kiss me,
Jack.”

“You
glamour me.”

“I want you and I know you want me.”

“I love you.”

I feel l
ike I found a key to her diary and shamelessly read every secret she wrote down. This night felt like it was twenty-four hours long.

Once I finally hear her use her bathroom, or more specifically emptying her stomach into her toilet, I get up off the couch, throw on my jeans, and go into her kitch
en. I consider checking on her but I’m sure she would prefer her privacy at the moment. I have her coffee maker running by the time she emerges from her bathroom.

Leila slowly enters the room wearing a tank top and short shorts. Her hair is adorably messy. Other than looking a bit green, you wouldn’t know she’s hung over.

“Hi. How do you feel?”

“Sssshhh!”

“Sorry.”

“It’s ok.” She points to her bathroom, “I’m sure you heard. I do feel better now. My head hurts, and I have cotton mouth but otherwise I think I’m ok.” She walks over to her table and sits down. Her eyes rake over my shirtless torso while she fiddles with the hem of her tank top.

“Where do you keep your aspirin?” 

She points to a cabinet in the corner. I retrieve two pills, and then turn to her fridge to pull out a bottle of water and a diet coke. Opening them, I walk over and pass them to her.

“Drink and take these, coke first.”

She doesn’t argue and does as instructed
. “Thank you for staying.”

“You’re welcome.”

I walk back into her kitchen, I open her freezer and pull out frozen bagels. She looks at me with raised eyebrows.

“You need to eat some bread.” I explain as I drop a bagel into her toaster. W
hile waiting for the toaster to pop, I watch Leila sitting quietly and struggling with her own thoughts. I pour myself coffee, butter her bagel and carry them over to her at the table.

“Eat.” I demand.

“Yes, sir.” She takes a small bite out of her bagel. “You have a lot of experience with tequila hangovers?”

“You could say that. Did you have fun last night?”

“Yes I did, I think. I don’t remember a lot of it.” She gets very quiet again and begins to gnaw on her bottom lip.

“What’s wrong?”

“Jack…um, did I…um…did I try to seduce you last night?” She looks totally embarrassed.

“Yes.” I respond truthfully.

“Did we do anything?” she asks looking up at me.

I wish I could say I wanted to
or that we did and it was mind numbing. Instead I say, “No, we didn’t, just a lot of flirting at the bar. Once we got here, you tried to kiss me, and I saw you in your underwear but that’s it.”  I’m unable to hide the anguish I felt last night in my voice.