After dinner, I dropped Jack off at his car, agreeing to meet him at Holly's as soon as he picked up a few things from his apartment. There was no discussion about him spending the night, it was just silently agreed upon that neither one of us would be sleeping alone any time soon.

I pulled into Holly's driveway, thinking about what had happened right before we left the restaurant. We'd had a wonderful time. On two occasions girls approached the table, and they were so young it was sweet to watch Jack interact with them. Thankfully, the Whores stayed away. I think they knew better.

We were standing by the valet stand, waiting for the car to be pulled around, and Jack held my hand while I naughtily kissed his neck. That's when I saw flashes. There was a photographer...and he had gotten it all. I immediately dropped his hand, trying to melt away into the background. He smiled for the camera a few times and then the person backed off. I looked guiltily at him as the valet brought my car to the front, and Jack walked around to open the passenger side for me.

"Don't worry about it. No harm done," he whispered, getting me tucked in before tipping the valet, taking the keys and pulling away from the restaurant.

"Oh man, that's not good. I know Holly is going to kill me."

"Grace, if I'm not concerned, why should you be? Maybe soon you'll be the identified redhead," he teased. I smiled, but I knew she was not going to be pleased if that picture showed up anywhere.

Thirty minutes later, I let myself in the backdoor, hearing her call out my name from the living room. She was curled up on the couch watching the news.

"Hey, asshead. How was dinner?"

"It was good."

"Where's Jack? No orgy tonight?"

"He's stopping by his place to pick up a few things and then he'll be along." I smiled, grabbing a piece of the brownie that she was munching on.

"So we have a few minutes to talk?" she asked.

"Yeah, what's up?"

"Well, remember the meeting with the producers for that musical you auditioned for a few weeks ago? The one that's still being work shopped? They want to see you again."

"Seriously? That's great! When is it?"

"Tomorrow, so I wouldn't recommend any screaming tonight. Besides, I can't take another night like last night."

"That's OK. I can't either." I smiled, thinking of how much I'd enjoyed myself, then shook my head to clear it and started up the stairs.

"Will you send him up when he gets here?" I called over my shoulder.

"Yes'm."

As I headed upstairs, my thoughts moved from my Brit to the meeting tomorrow. This musical was very exciting, exactly what I would love to be doing.

'My Brit?' When did you start calling him your Brit?

Shhhh...

I changed into my white Polo button down, yawning. I was still tired from last night. I slipped between the sheets and was already starting on the last story in the series when I heard Jack coming up the stairs. I smiled in anticipation of seeing him again, and when he opened the door to my bedroom, his smile mirrored my own.

"Hey," I said.

"Hey, yourself," he answered, bringing a duffle bag and a guitar case into the room with him.

"What, are you moving in?" I asked, shocked at the size of his bag.

"No, Nuts Girl. I just brought what I needed and I usually play my guitar at night, unless I am otherwise engaged that is." He smirked at me. "A little late night reading?" he joked, nodding at my reading material.

"Hey, we went through this already. I will no longer apologize for this. This series is amazing and your candy ass should be glad you got cast," I countered, snuggling deeper into the bed and reopening my magazine.

Jack putzed for a few minutes, rummaging through his bag, plugging in his iPod, plugging in his phone, plugging in his laptop. Guys have so much gear. He seemed very comfortable here already and I equally loved and hated how much I liked seeing that. He went into the bathroom and I could hear the water running. He was taking a quick shower before bed. I kept on reading.

Just as Joshua was coming out of the bathroom in 1920's New York to seduce Ruby the Ziegfield Girl, Jack came out of my bathroom. I looked up quickly and then had to look again to truly appreciate what was coming toward me.

Jack's hair was wet and yet still artfully tussled...how did he do that? He was clean-shaven, wearing black boxer-briefs and a grin. His strawberry blonde happy trail was calling out to me.

"Did I tell you, by the way, that I love your glasses?" he asked, nodding to the frames that I was peering over to get a more unobstructed view of him.

"Thanks, um, thanks...hi," I stammered, once again speechless and idiotic at the sight of his semi-nakedness.

"I brought you something," he said, digging through his duffle and then climbing into bed to lie on his side.

Isn't it a little early to start assigning sides?

Shush.

"Oh, yeah? What's that?" I asked.

He slipped under the covers with his laptop, and turned to me. "Shut your eyes," he instructed. I did what I was told. When I opened them, he had placed a new bag of Chex Mix in my hands.

"Yes! Can we have some now?"

"You can have anything you want, Gracie." He smiled, brushing my hair back from my face and kissing me lightly on the tip of my nose.

A few minutes later, we had settled into a companionable silence. There was a pile of my discarded Melba Toasts on the bed between us, next to a pile of Wheat Chex that he had selflessly given up to me. He answered emails as I read.

It was nice. I read for a little while longer and when I could feel my eyes getting droopy, I set my book on the nightstand and snuggled down under the covers. I watched Jack type for a moment and then I turned on TV. I found Lifetime just in time for my favorite theme song, which I quickly began to sing along to.

"What the hell is this?" he asked, looking up from his laptop.

"Oh, come on, you don't know the Golden Girls?"

"Should I?"

"Oh, they're the best! I fall asleep to the Golden G's almost every night!" I answered happily, burrowing under the covers next to him. He watched in spite of himself, being drawn into it against his will. Finally, he gave up the fight and shut down his laptop. He turned off the light on the nightstand, as well, and cuddled up to me.

We lay, watching Dorothy, Rose, Blanche and Sophia, giggling every once in awhile. He seemed to be a Rose fan. I would have pegged him for Sophia.

He was lying with his head on my breast, arms lazily around me while I played with his hair. When the show was over, I clicked the remote and the room fell into darkness.

"Good show, right?" I asked.

"Hmm, I don't know if I would go that far," he said, his fingers finding their way to the top button on my shirt.

"Hey mister, I have a huge audition tomorrow. I'll probably have to sing. I can't be screaming tonight," I warned, already growing warm as he started in on the second button.

"Grace, it's not my fault if you can't control your volume. Exercise a little self restraint, for pity's sake."

"Right, not possible with you."

I relaxed into it though, as he began kissing lower with each button he popped.

"Grace?"

"Hmmm?"

"Are you wearing anything underneath this shirt?"

"What do you think?" I teased. He undid the last button and spread my shirt out.

I was bare beneath.

"Fantastic," he breathed at the sight of me.

His mouth immediately went to work on my left nipple, his hand coming up to knead my right breast. I moaned in spite of myself.

"Hey, quiet down there, mouthy," he chided, one hand dipping down lower, nudging my legs apart.

"If you do that, I'm not sure how quiet I can be," I begged, feeling myself getting more excited by the second. I tried to distract him by turning his face up towards mine, but the boy was already on the move.

"Grace, I'll make you a promise," he said, peering back up at me, his chin resting on my tummy.

"Yes?" I asked, my voice cracking.

"If you can keep your voice down, I'll promise you that I'll only make you come once, and trust me when I say that once will be enough," he enticed, rubbing circles over my Hamilton Brand.

"And if I can't keep it down?" I asked naughtily. I really did need to get some sleep, but now he had piqued my interest.

"Then all bets are off, and I'll ravage you like I did last night. All. Night. Long."

Hell.

Grace, you have one of the most important meetings of your life tomorrow, you cannot lose your voice.

But he said he would ravage me. And having been ravaged by Mr. Hamilton before, I was anxious to ride this roller coaster again.

Grace, grow up. Let the man get you off once, it will be spectacular obviously, and then you can get some sleep.

But I didn't know if I could keep my voice down. I tended to lose all control when his mouth was involved.

For fuck's sake, Grace, grow up. Bite down on a leather belt or something.

He was watching my inner monologue with great fascination, chuckling at me.

"Well, Crazy? What's it going to be?" he inquired, while hooking my right leg over his shoulder. He leaned his head towards me, licking his lips, watching for my answer. I was shivering.

Orgasm #1 or Orgasm #2? To be fair Orgasm #2 would probably quickly be followed by Orgasms #3-13 and beyond...and no voice tomorrow. Oh, God, this was impossible. He was blowing on me now, his breath making me pant heavily.

Grace...

I grabbed handful of duvet and bit down.

"Good girl," he whispered with a satisfied grin and went to work.

And it was spectacular.

Chapter Sixteen.

Warmth spread through my tummy as tightness began to build. I hissed as I felt a flickering, an insistent fluttering, and then a warm wet tongue sweetly lapping at me. I leaned into it, feeling the intensity as it ran through me.

Mmmmm.

I woke with a start, breathing heavily, and in the middle of a moan. I clutched the sheets to me, covering my nakedness. I could still feel the pangs of my dream orgasm beating through me. It had been so real, it felt so real. I was still completely aroused.

"Thank God you're up. I was worried that I was losing my touch," I heard my Brit say. I looked around the room, searching for him, until I felt a poke on my leg.

I looked down and I saw Jack between my legs.

This would now be known as the Hamiltonian Wake-Up-Call.

His tongue was poised just over me, ready to deliver another kind of kiss that killed.

"Oh, God, I wasn't dreaming that?" I exclaimed, nipples on point.

"Huh uh," he whispered, pointing his tongue and placing it against me. I leaned up on my elbows and watched him. Amazing. The sight of him, spreading me with his magic fingers and pressing his tongue against me, was the best way I had ever been woken up.

I moaned.

Then he moaned against me, the vibration of his lips making me shiver.

He buried his face in my sex, making my toes curl and my back arch. He furiously pressed his tongue into me, bringing me to a quick peak. I clutched my thighs around him, digging my heels into his shoulders, rocking back onto the bed. Before I was finished, I pulled his face away.

"Come here," I growled, and after kissing my Hamilton Brand, he obeyed. I kissed him feverishly, the taste of me all over him. He was still gloriously naked from the night before...and gloriously hard. I grasped him firmly while his hips bucked into mine. My name slipped from his lips as I whispered in his ear.