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KIMBERLY

flew by, and before I knew it, the twins' birthday dinner was coming up tomorrow.

Ever since the night we found out about the acquisition, we've been busy working towards countless deals and mergers to further solidify our hold in many industries before Laurent even had the chance to dominate.

Jace and I spent many late-nights in the office, but we never fucked once, much to my horny dismay.

It wasn't fair that I got to see him like that at all times, but he wouldn't do anything about it. I was not a woman who was used to sexual rejection, but the fact that the man I wanted to rail me didn't want to rail me frustrated me to no end.

And, it wasn't for a lack of trying because I did try. The asshole didn't even spare me a glance when he was busy with his work.

Although, weirdly enough, Jace and I developed a silent companionship after spending so much time in each other's company. Since we had practically all of our meals together, I knew what he liked and disliked and the same thing applied for me.

I knew the little things that bothered him—especially since I was the one who had a habit for doing them—like not having coasters or leaving pens uncapped or leaving a phone with the screen side up.

I would never admit it to his face, but I think we have potential of becoming—dare I say—friends.

The day after the big news, I came in thinking I'd be taking Savannah's job for the next few days until she felt good enough to come in again. So, when she came into the office with a smile on her face the day after she found out her girlfriend was cheating on her, Jace and I were both shocked.

When I asked her how her day went, all she said was, "Emre took me out to a club last night."

As an avid club-attendee, even one night of clubbing wasn't enough for me to get over something like that happening, so I knew that something else happened, but I didn't ask. When she wants to tell me, she'll tell me.

Speaking of Emre, the big guy and I really hit it off considering it had been over a month since I saw him. He came into Jace's office one day, saw me, and dragged me to one of his favorite food spots in New York.

We got to talking and I found out that he worked as a Financial Manager at a big international firm, hence the constant traveling. But my favorite part of the conversation was the never-ending juicy stories about Jace that not even Carina knew.

I love blackmail material.

The best part about Emre was how often he was willing to be my accomplice in annoying the shit out of Jace.

One day, when Emre came over, he pulled me into his lap, eliciting a glare from my husband. Jace, surprisingly, got up from his chair, picked me up by the waist—launching me over his shoulder—and carried me to the couch on the other side of the office.

Emre and I really got a kick out of that.

It was now Friday evening, and I was looking through my closet for an outfit to wear tomorrow.

"Jace," I yelled, summoning my husband.

In a few seconds, I heard hefty footsteps up the stairs when my door burst open. "Are you okay? What ha..." He trailed off when he saw me standing in my closet—perfectly fine—with my hands on my hips.

"I have nothing to wear," I complained, sitting on my couch in front of my dress section.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and muttered something that sounded suspiciously like 'I'm going to murder this woman.'

"What do you mean you have nothing to wear?" He made his way over, crossing those deliciously big arms. Really... delicious. What in the cannibal is wrong with me? "Are we even looking at the same closet?"

"I know I have clothes, but I have nothing to wear," I tried reasoning.

He still had a perplexed look on his face, but—this time—his eye started twitching in annoyance. "I'm not going to bother trying to reason with you, so what do you want me to do?"

"I'm glad you asked, husband," I smiled sweetly. "It's been a while since I've been shopping."

I didn't think it was physically possible for his eye to twitch more, but somehow, he managed to defy the odds.

"Let's just get this over with."

♕♕♕

I was the type of person to milk every last drop out of any opportunity.

So, Jace looked ready to murder me when we entered the sixth shop of the night with a bunch of clothes that I deemed 'not good enough' for the family dinner. The murderous eyes would've turned into action if I told him that the last store was the only one I initially planned on going to before I roped him into this.

He was sitting in the private dressing room area when I took a lap around the store and found a good selection of dresses for the family dinner and a few that should turn Jace on. He gave me an accusatory stare when I shot him a large smile before hiding behind the curtain.

Deep down, I felt bad. But, that was really, really, really, deep down because the devious part of me was enjoying the shit out of the next part.

I'd put on a dress, dramatically open the curtain, and ask Jace for his opinion.

"It looks fine," Jace would comment, completely over my shit. "Let's pay for it and leave."

Then, I let out a sorrowful sigh and turned back to the mirror.

"I don't know." I made a show of carefully analyzing the dress. "The shade of white of the bow makes my hair look dull."

"Kimberly..." he trailed off in a warning tone.

But, I'd simply ignore him and skip back into my dressing room.

This continued on for three more dresses. Now, I was putting on a dress that fell into the 'just to make Jace squirm' category before admiring myself in the mirror. As most of my favorite outfits do, this bright red halter, cross cut-out minidress made my tits look absolutely phenomenal.

There was no way he could mistake this for a dress I'd wear to a family dinner because of the amount of skin I currently had on display.

Regardless, I pushed the curtain to the side and posed seductively against the wall.

"No," Jace broke off from the script we had established.

I innocently pouted and twirled to look at myself, well aware of the piercing gaze he had on me. "What?"

"You can't wear that," his voice was strained in the way it only was when he was turned on. But, if his voice didn't give it away, then the growing bulge in his pants did.

I turned back around and glared. "I don't remember ever letting a man decide what I can wear. But, out of curiosity, why the fuck not?"

"Well, unless you want me to fuck you senseless in front of your entire family, I suggest choosing something else." His voice was dangerously deep now and I could feel the wetness pooling in my panties. There was no reason for him to be able to elicit this type of reaction out of me with merely a few words.

"All I hear is an empty threat," I chided. "If you wanted to fuck me, you would've done it already. A lot of guys have commented on how addicting sex with me is. Are you too scared to find out?"

I don't know what part of my words ticked him off, but they did. Jace looked at me so intensely, I would've fallen to my knees if it weren't for the wall beside me.

"Go inside." Two simple words. Two measly little words. But, they managed to change the atmosphere into something so fervent and so intoxicating.

I was in no position to argue with him, so I did as he demanded. My inner feminist was fuming at the thought of a man ordering me around. But my inner horny ass was dying to know if Jace was as big as I imagined him to be.

My money's on yes.

Turning back around, my eye caught on his muscular arms, easily lifting one of the fancy ottomans from the sitting area in front of the dressing rooms.

What the...?

Wordlessly, he placed the ottoman down in front of the mirror and nudged his head toward it. "On your hands and knees."

I'm so sorry, feminism.

He stood behind me, running his hands along the curves of my body and I had to bite my lip to prevent myself from letting out the moan that was building up inside of me.

Suddenly, he pulled down the straps that crossed over my tits, releasing them so they were hanging under me. My dark brown nipples were hard enough to cut diamonds as I saw how much they protruded from the rest of my skin.

"Remember who you belong to for the next two years, Kimberly. Don't mention another man in my fucking presence." His voice was filled with jealousy. "Fuck," Jace muttered, bringing his fingers up to my nipples, pinching them relentlessly. I felt compelled to watch his large, veiny hands go to town on my tits.

They were always my most sensitive area and I wasn't ashamed to admit that I could orgasm solely from playing with my tits.

"I want you to look at yourself," he said, pulling my hair with one hand so my eyes were trained on the intimate position of our bodies in the mirror. "I want you to see just how well I can please you."

With that, his hands left my chest and lifted the bottom hem of the dress up, caressing my ass before giving it a hard slap. My body jerked forward at the sensation and I looked to the mirror, unsurprised to see pure arousal written all over my face.

The corner of the asshole's mouth slightly raised, annoying the shit out of me.

His large body lowered onto his knees behind me and his hands came up to pull my underwear down. I didn't need to contemplate what he was going to do next because I felt his sharp nose brush against the center of my folds.

Oh fuck.

My mind couldn't imagine it getting better than this, but the second his warm, wet tongue made contact with my clit, I almost passed out.

The only thing keeping me present was the vice-like grip he had on my hips.

His tongue began circling around my clit, sucking it into his mouth with such ease and composure.

Jace was taking his time with me, letting me be overcome with immense satisfaction as he enjoyed the taste of me.

It was maddening.

Thrusting in and out of my pussy at a rapid pace, lapping up all the wetness that was forming between my folds... There was something rhythmic about the way he was moving and I felt jealous of whoever experienced the same pleasure he was giving me.

I slapped my hands against the mirror when his teeth scraped against my lips in a teasing motion. My breath began fogging up the glass, but I could still see the desire in my eyes.

When one of his arms came around my waist so his other hand would be free to join in on the action, and I knew I was a goner. "Jace, I'm going to come."

"Wait."

That is the last thing I was able to do right now.

Still, I obliged. His fingers pushed my lips apart, gently stroking down the length as his tongue continued drinking me in.

"Please," I cried out as he removed his mouth, pinching my clit harshly.

"One." His fingers were replaced by his tongue once again as I convulsed into his mouth.

One what?

He wasted no seconds making sure to clean almost every drop of desire that poured out of me. The come leaked onto my thigh, but Jace wasted no time licking the remainder of it.

I was still breathing hard when Jace left the room without a word. This was so much better than it was when I DIY-ed that shit.

Unannounced, he came back into the room with tissues and settled back into his earlier position. The tissue was soft as he used it to clean me, but the intimacy of the situation felt disturbingly awkward for me.

"So," I sucked my teeth. "What do you think about the dress?"

"Shut up."

♕♕♕

Needless to say, I bought the dress. More like, Jace bought me the dress.

It was only fitting considering what he had done in the dress.

But, thankfully, I was able to find something to wear to the twins' birthday dinner as well. It was a blush tulle and lace dress with straps that tied into bows atop my shoulders. It was the perfect combination of flirty and formal.

Now, Jace and I were looking for a park bench to sit at while we ate the halal platters we got from one of the street vendors.

It was now nighttime, but it wasn't too late for it to be considered weird that we were randomly eating food in a park.

After spotting one that seemed relatively clean, we sat down and began eating. I didn't realize how much the events of earlier exhausted me until I began devouring the rice in front of me.

Subconsciously, Jace handed me two of his slices of pita as I piled my chicken onto his platter. I loved carbs and he had a weird obsession with chicken.

"I didn't expect you guys to do family dinners for birthdays," Jace suddenly commented, bringing a spoonful of food into his mouth.

A wave of shame made me lose my appetite at his comment. "This is the first year. An incident kinda ruined their party last year, so they made the decision to stop throwing ragers. Granted, they always eat as a family on their actual birthday, but it used to be accompanied by said rager on the weekend after."

"What kind of incident?"

I was tempted to pull out the 'no personal questions' clause into play, but some part of me wanted to tell him.

"I was the incident." He gave me a curious look. "I've always had issues with... drugs, but it got pretty bad last year. I overdosed pretty bad and had to get my stomach pumped. It wasn't a fun time, so I stayed clean of hard drugs for a while before... Well, last month."

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why'd you start using drugs?" His tone didn't have any judgment to it, but I didn't want to share.

This topic was a can of worms for another day... if there was another day.

My silence was enough for him to drop the topic.

"Have you ever spent a birthday with the twins?" I asked.

I already knew that Jace has been in the Kingstons' lives for around six years, even if he wasn't in the eyes of the public. But, I never ever heard of him until a few months after Alex announced that he had a son who would soon be taking over the company. The parents all knew in the beginning, but most of the kids were oblivious until a few years ago.

I, considering the shit I was going through at the time, only found out last year.

In the years between, I had been to their home countless times, but I don't recall ever seeing him.

"No," he responded, not even betraying the slightest bit of emotion. "I've sent gifts, but I don't know."

"I'm sure they would've invited you." I didn't know how to respond to that.

"They have, specifically Genessa," he admitted. "I just never felt... comfortable joining them. It always felt like a pity invite."

I nodded, deciding to stay quiet. Even though every single member of the Kingston household was welcoming, I could see how Jace still felt like an outsider. I wasn't about to invalidate his feelings by telling him it was all in his head.

After another fifteen minutes, we finally finished the food. I say we finished, but in reality, Jace was finished five minutes ago and watched me take my time eating in annoyance.

"That was good, right?" I asked, licking the remaining hot and white sauce mix. His eyes trained onto my tongue, showcasing just how insatiable he was considering the events of earlier tonight.

"Kimberly... I don't think I could ever go back to eating without comparing it to the taste of you."

Oh fuck me again.

"Told you so," I teasingly replied, only to get shoved off the bench.

Asshole.

***

i kinda really love this chapter. like the evolution of their dynamic is so cute.

granted, it's a filler chapter, but i'm still so weak for them.

i hope y'all liked it as much as i did.

love, zia.