No amount of Adderall or other attention curbing medication in existence could have helped Cassie Jensen concentrate on her work the rest of that afternoon. The news program drafts she was supposed to be proofreading lay untouched on her crowded desk and the pile looked even more ominous than ever. She’d really tried to work on them but after a solid thirty minutes of reading the same first line over and over again, she pushed them away in frustration. Her thoughts were still in that janitor’s closet and how she’d just let a complete stranger all but take advantage of her.

Cassie’s cheeks reddened at the memory still vivid in her mind and she ducked her head down bashfully—even though no one could see her through the walls of her cubicle. Shifting in her seat nervously, she bit down on her lip, remembering exactly how he’d looked at her with those big brown eyes. No one had ever looked at her like that before. There was a hunger in his eyes; an almost wild desire that made her tremble slightly at the thought. A little voice inside her head told her to snap out of it and get a hold of herself. She was practically drooling. Though admittedly, it had been quite a while since anyone had so much as held her hand let alone touched her like that. Her libido had been in a sort of 2-year-hibernation so to speak. With how busy she’d been with work and everything she’d almost forgotten she had one. But it was definitely alive and kicking now.

Contrary to popular belief, Cassie had actually been with a few boyfriends before. Not enough to qualify her as an expert by any means; they were in her late high school and early college years when she was naïve enough to think they knew what they were doing. But this guy, well, he definitely knew what he was doing. Unexpectedly, a sudden pang of guilt washed over her. What he did was wrong, but what she did was even worse. She was at work. She was supposed to be the one responsible and sensible enough to stop it.

Sighing in frustration, Cassie relaxed into her chair and let her head fall back. Staring at the ceiling her thoughts kept circling back to the man and how big of a slut she’d probably looked like to him. She didn’t even know his name for Christ’s sake. What kind of person just lets that happen with a complete stranger?

A thought suddenly occurred to her and she sat up in her chair immediately. She may not have known his name, but she [I]did[/I] know the name of his band. Reaching for her keyboard, she typed it in quickly and clicked on the images option. Thousands of images popped up instantly and sure enough, the man’s face was amongst quite a number of them. In her searching she discovered the man’s name was actually Jack, and he was surprisingly only a year older than she was at twenty-five. The more she read, the more invasive she felt—which was ironic considering what Jack had done to her earlier in the closet. Nevertheless, this was too much. She shouldn’t be internet stalking him like this just because she could. Besides, it’s not like she’d ever see him again…

It was in that moment as that last thought crossed her mind when she realized that she was still in possession of Jack’s cell phone. The prospect of seeing him again after their most recent encounter was enough to give her butterflies. Now the only question was…how would she find him?



For the 1.6 million current residents of Manhattan, NY, New Year’s Eve ranks top five amongst the worst traffic days ever. Tourists from all over the globe flock to the iconic city, crowding streets, clogging subways, and cramming themselves in Time’s Square to share in the momentous event that is the Ball Drop countdown into the New Year. If they weren’t out getting obliterated drunk with their friends, most locals just stayed in and watched Dick Clark on TV like the rest of the world.
Cassie was amongst the majority of locals that left freezing their asses off in the bitter cold to the die-hards. Besides, she had work to do. Her less than productive work day resulted in her having to take the drafts home with her to finish. Determined to get them done, she would stay up well into the night if she had to.

It was exactly 11:37 P.M. when Cassie’s doorbell rang and three loud knocks echoed across her apartment. Cassie looked up from her only half finished drafts in surprise. It was the second time that night that someone had been at her door; the first being the delivery boy from Mr. Chow’s Chinese. Had she forgotten to tip him? She’d heard rumors that delivery boys could become quite hostile, especially if not tipped properly. She got up quickly from her kitchen table where her laptop and work was all spread out, grabbing her purse from the back of her chair as she went.

“Hey, sorry about that,” she said, rummaging in her bag for her wallet as she pulled back the door. “I normally don’t forget to tip you—” Cassie stopped in mid-sentence and gasped when she looked up. The man leaning casually in her doorway was definitely not the Chinese delivery boy.

“Hiya, cupcake.”

Cassie’s mouth fell open and she dropped her bag. Jack smirked at her reaction and took a step forward. He took her chin between his thumb and index finger and leaned in closer. “Keep that pretty mouth of yours open like that too long and I just might have to find something to put in it.”

Despite how attractive he may have been, his sexist remark made her temper flare instantly and she raised a hand. Two steps ahead of her, Jack caught her at the wrist before she had the chance to strike. “Hey now,” he chuckled lightly, “You treat all your guests with such hostility? And here I thought we were friends…”

Cassie had been mentally preparing herself for their third meeting all day. This time, she’d promised herself, the ball would be in her court. She was in charge and she wasn’t going to let this man have his wicked way with her again.

“I did [I]not[/I] invite you here; ergo you are [I]not[/I] a guest.” She made her words sound as confident and threatening as possible as she jerked her chin from his grasp. “Unhand me this instant or I’ll—”

In one swift move, Jack pushed her back flush against the wall inside her doorway. Cassie’s heart skipped a beat and then started pounding furiously at his proximity. Not only had he disregarded her command to release her hand, he used his whole body to pin her up against the wall, preventing any further attempts at smacking him. His chest felt rock hard beneath his jacket and when his hips pressed into hers Cassie felt her breath hitch in her throat.

Jack’s mischievous grin spread all the way to his eyes, which were now locked on hers. “That was cute,” he laughed darkly at her attempt at stopping him. “Were you practicing that earlier?”
Cassie couldn’t think. He was too close. Invading her every thought, every emotion. Her brain was screaming to push him off of her but her body wasn’t having any of that. Amused at the sight of her struggling with herself, Jack leaned into that same weak spot on her neck just below her ear.

“You have something I want,” he whispered hoarsely.

But just as he had done in the janitor’s closet, he was suddenly off of her, leaving her still leaning on the wall for support as he strolled past her. The causal swagger of his walk had no inclination of fear that she might try to stop him and he seemed to act if nothing had just happened. Stunned at the sudden increase of her personal space again, Cassie stared after him slack jawed. “Wha-you can’t just barge into someone’s house like this!” She quickly threw her front door shut and tore after the lanky man, who had just found his way to her kitchen. '

“Quite the digs you’ve got here,” he said admiringly. He looked around the place as if she hadn’t just said something and wasn’t now standing before him in utter disbelief. “You live here all alone?”

Cassie was floored. Less than a minute ago this intruder had her pinned against the wall and now he was in her kitchen, leaning casually against the countertop making small talk. What was wrong with him? Had he no familiarity with proper etiquette? He certainly didn’t have any respect for personal space; that was for damn sure.

“Yes,” she replied automatically and then realized how much more vulnerable she’d just made herself seem. “I mean no! My roommate’s on her way back from the carryout right now and she’s not going to be happy when she—”

“You’re cute when you lie,” Jack laughed, interrupting her. He pushed himself off the counter and sauntered back over to where she stood warily in the doorway. He was in her personal space again, blatantly checking her out before speaking again. “I like this.” Grinning cheekily, he dipped a long finger in the hem of her oversized black V-neck and pulled forward to look inside. “No bra,” he laughed loudly when she gasped in anger and swatted his hand away. She attempted to put some distance between them by backing out of the kitchen but he followed, still with the same smirk on his face. “I especially like this,” he smiled, twisting a finger around a long lock of her wavy brown hair. “Very sexy.”

“Stop,” Cassie commanded harshly. For the first time that night Jack obeyed her and removed his hand. But his smirk never left his face. He gazed down at her and folded his arms across his chest in a sort of silent surrender, acknowledging that it was now her turn to speak.

“How [I]dare[/I] you?” she demanded, but didn’t allow for him to answer. “You come onto me like some rabid dog, pulling me into closets, shoving me against things, taking advantage of me, and then you come waltzing into my apartment like you own the fucking place! Jack, how fucking dare you! “

Jack didn’t reply with words. Instead, he stepped forward and caught her lips in the kind of kiss he’d never shared with anyone before. It was long and slow, but more intense than anything either of them had ever experienced. He’d never wanted anyone as badly as he wanted her, and her anger was only making his desire stronger. His arm wrapped around her waist to the small of her back when he felt her arms come up between them to push him away. Her hands might not have liked the sudden contact, but he could tell her mouth did. She was kissing him back.

“Say it again,” he growled, breaking apart just for a moment. “Say my name again.”

She whimpered quietly at the fierceness in his voice and her eyes widened when he pulled her flush against his body. “Jack,” she moaned when he pressed his erection into her.

He lost all sense of control in that very moment. Hearing her moan his name like that sent him over the edge. He wanted more; needed to hear it again and again. Crashing his lips to hers once more, he held onto her tightly with one arm while the other raced up her back to let his fingers twist in her hair. Everything felt like it was on fire. His whole body ached for her and he couldn’t get enough.

“Bedroom,” he said against her lips.

She began staggering backwards in the direction of a short, narrow corridor off the living room. It was one of the three doors in the short hall but Jack didn’t know if they were going to make it that far; especially not with her now starting to tear off his clothes. His jacket went first, and then his shirt. While their mouths were still attached fighting for dominance with their tongues, she was also tugging at his belt, pulling him along towards the farthest door. He let a hand slide up the inside of her shirt and cup her bare breast, loving the sounds he elicited from her when he kneaded it in his palm. With a skilled swoop, he lifted her shirt over her head and tossed it aside. Their naked torsos now both exposed, Jack gazed down at her with a hunger in his eyes nothing could match.

In minutes they stumbled through her bedroom door, kicking off shoes and other various articles of clothing in the process. They were down to only their underwear when they reached the bed and Jack scooped her up to lay her nicely in the middle. He tried to be gentle when he shoved her panties aside—not even bothering to remove them—but his dominating instinct was taking over and she was already so wet. He groaned at how tight she felt around his fingers, sliding one in first and then the second before he added his tongue. Seeing her back arch like that and hearing her scream in pleasure was almost enough to make him cum right then and there.

He held her hips down with one hand while the other and his tongue created a steady rhythm, paying close attention to her clit and the way she screamed even louder when he licked it.

“That’s right,” he breathed huskily, feeling her walls start to tighten even more against his fingers.
She was getting close but he wasn’t going to let her reach her orgasm just yet. Gently slipping his fingers out, he grabbed her hips with both hands to make room for his mouth.

He was teasing her now, tracing her inner thighs with the tip of his tongue and laughing as her hips involuntarily tried to move up from the bed. After a minute of this, she sat up on her elbows with the most intimidatingly sexy look any woman had ever given him. He inched backwards as she sat up fully and watched her with intense desire as she put a hand on his chest and pushed him down into the position she’d previously been in at the opposite end of the bed. Now on his back, he raised his head up in just enough time to see her wink cheekily at him before placing her pouty lips around the head of his dick.

Now it was Jack’s turn to moan loudly. He’d gotten head plenty times before but never as good as how this felt. She used just the right amount of tongue, sucked where she needed to and right in the middle she looked him dead in the eye with his dick down her throat. In that moment it was the hottest thing he’d ever seen before and if he didn’t stop her soon he’d be using only his fingers to get her off later. God if that’s how good her mouth felt he couldn’t even begin to imagine how great [I]she[/I] would feel.

He didn’t have to wait long to find out. She had probably sensed how close he already was and took that as her cue to move back into her original spot. Both their hearts racing now in anticipation, Jack positioned himself over her. She grinned, watching him fixedly and then reached a hand up to his neck to pull his face close to hers. “Don’t hold back,” she whispered against his lips.

And he didn’t.

In a move that made both of them cry out in ecstasy, Jack slammed into her—all the way in. There was no way he would last if he kept at it at that pace so when he pulled back, he did so slowly, watching the way she bit her lip to keep from moaning. Well that simply wouldn’t do.

Leaning down, he caught her bottom lip between his teeth at the same time he pushed into her again. The scream of pleasure that filled the room was better than any sound he’d ever heard before. He had to keep going, had to hear that again, faster and louder. He rocked his hips against hers, slow at first, savoring how tight she felt around him. Then his pace quickened. There was a fire in building in his lower belly that was on the verge of raging out of control.

He was losing control.

His thrusts were becoming more frantic now and just when he felt like he couldn’t hold on any longer, he felt it. With one last scream of his name, her walls clenched and convulsed around him in one of the most intensely pleasurable and almost painful sensations he’d ever experienced in all his life; so good that it almost hurt. It wasn’t long after that he reached his own climax, that left him breathless and panting when he finally collapsed on the bed next to her.


They both laid there in complete silence for a few moments, letting their hearts slow to a regular pace and their breathing return to normal. Once they had, a thought suddenly occurred to Jack. At the most inopportune time, while they were both still lying naked and covered in sweat, Jack Barakat started laughing. It started out as a slight chuckle, then a little fit of stifled giggles, and then he just couldn’t contain it any longer.

Cassie looked over incredulously. “What?” she demanded.

“I…I just realized something,” Jack managed to choke out through hysteric laughter. He sat up in bed and he was visibly shaking from laughing so hard. Tears were now forming in his eyes as he continued. “I never told you my name.”

Cassie sat up beside him as well and had the sneaking suspicion that she knew where this was going. Jack saw the expression on her face plain as day and it confirmed his own suspicion.

“You Googled me, didn’t you!”

Her expression hardened under her embarrassment and without warning, she punched him—dead in the face. Jack let out a yelp of pain and toppled backwards out of bed clutching his nose. She leaned over the bed and smirked down at him before replying.

“Nothing personal.”

Notes

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