Zak observed the pool table before walking around it to take his next shot. The blast of the pool cue sent a ball into its pocket making him straighten up and roam around the table again.

"Dude, you need to answer that." Bacon said taking a mouthful of his beer.

"I ain't gotta do anything." He responded lining up his next shot. His attention was brought to the vibrating of his phone, distracting him, making him lose his shot.

"Finally. I swear you need to play on your own. I've been stood here for ages." Bacon complained joining the table for the first time.

Zak stood aside letting his friend take his shots as he picked up his phone and frowned.

Missed call after missed call. Message after message...

"Why invite her over, if you didn't want to see her?" Bacon queried.

Zak sighed "I did want her to come over."

"So what changed?"

Zak didn't respond as he thought about Delilah. The look in her eyes told him that she was going to tell her partner about the kiss. Secretly, he didn't have Krystal come over incase Delilah showed up at his home...

Would he let her in?

Would she stay the night?

Would they continue things?

The questions ate away at him, especially the last one.

Would she even come to him after?

He hoped she would show up. But then he also hoped that she didn't tell her partner. Zak didn't want to be any kind of home wrecker. He kissed her not knowing about Jack.. Although he wouldn't have cared either, he's always been so self assured when it came to women. Now he wasn't so sure... Delilah had changed that.

"Me, bro." Zak answered Bacons previous question.

"Well? What's changed? Your taste? Your commitment level?" He pushed.

"I'm just not into the whole set up, Krystal is a great girl, but how much longer is she going to stay that? She will want commitment soon."

"And?"

"And I don't want that with her." He disclosed.

Bacon read between the lines quickly "But you want it with someone else."

Zak looked at his friend.

"Dude. You're not... You're not gay are you?"

Zak frowned "What gave you that idea?!"

"I- I mean. There's nothing wrong with it and jeeze I'm flattered but I–"

"Dude shut up! I'm not gay!"

"Oh.." Bacon paused. "So you haven't cooked me dinner to chat me up? I mean we're having a girlie chat and expressing feelings-"

"This is why you have no friends." Zak pointed out taking his shot and potting the black, ending the game.

"I have friends. I'm just saying.. You're opening up and that rarely happens, if ever. You don't want anything with Krystal but she's hot as hell! There has to be something wrong? Or someone? Is there someone?"

Zak groaned "I wish I never said anything.."

Bacons eyes widened "There is someone else. Who is it? Is it Delilah?"

Zak's eyes snapped over to him. "What? No. How did you even get to her so fast?"

"Defensive..." Bacon trailed off.

"Dude. Shut up."

"Oh it is her. What happened bro? She's got a dude already."

Zak grunted. He didn't need reminding of the lovely Jack. Jack, everything Zak wasn't.

Perhaps Delilah only kissed him because she wanted a little rough to her smooth. She wanted a bad boy to her gentleman. She wanted a plaything to her commitment.

But deep down, Zak was interested in being just her plaything, of that is what she wanted....

-

Delilah sank into the hot water, letting it burn against the scrapes and scratches that littered her arms. The heavy feeling did nothing to ease her mind of the burden knocking about in her skull.

Jack had been nothing but perfect since she had came home. Her little apartment was spotless, the plants she kept had been fed and her Mail had been picked up every day. He was cooking her dinner, after running her a bath and setting out clothes for her to change into after. Trying to make the return home as soft and smooth as possible.

It all brought tears to her eyes, to know that she had betrayed such a loving man... He'd probably blame himself. Because that's the guy Jack is. A soft gentle man who always cared about her needs. In very department of their lives, even their sex life. He wasn't animalistic or rough. He was perfect.

Which is why she found it so hard to get her head around the idea of what she had done to him. With no one other than her boss.

Even now, thinking back to the hot kiss, she found her body tightening up with excitement. Maybe it was because she knew it was bad? Maybe it was the excitement of being caught? Maybe it was just the idea of change?

She stayed there for a while before washing herself and climbing out.

As Delilah got changed in the bedroom, her mind went back to the blue, green and grey whirls that filled Zak's eyes. The way his hands drew up her back and the huskiness of his voice when he told her that she drove him mad. The scratchy sensation of his beard on her face and the intoxicating smell of his cologne, the mint flavour of his tongue and how she craved him so openly. Even parting her legs for him to get between..

She jumped as Jacks arms wrapped around her waist.

"I'm sorry Hun, I didn't mean to scare you."

She smiled slightly not wanting to correct him. "It's okay."

"You smell gorgeous." He sighed inhaling her skin.

Delilah sighed and sank back against his shoulder, this was her familiar. Gentle Jack.

Gentle Jack...

Not the dangerously tainted Zak.

She moaned softly as Jacks hand brushed over the junction between her legs.

"Babe.. Is this for me?"

Hopeless, Delilah just nodded.

He kissed her neck gently "Come on, dinner is ready. I want you fed first."

She felt her hunger die down.. He didn't want her yet, despite being half dressed in the bedroom with a clear arousal soaking her panties. How much plainer could it get for him?

Delilah sighed as he left the bedroom and tugged on her shorts.

She just wanted someone who would throw her down on the bed, tear her panties off her body and fill her each and every desire. She wanted her legs pinned to the bed as she struggled to breathe, writhing in pleasure, begging for it to stop for a second.

She felt her body heat at the idea.

But as she sat at the dinner table and smiled at her food. She knew exactly who she wanted between her legs. Refusing to give her mercy as he tortured her with his mouth. His large hands squeezing her thighs...

"Are you okay?" Jack asked softly. "You look a little flushed. Is it too hot in here?" He asked.

Delilah shook her head and insisted the room temperature was fine. She was not...

Her body pushed another wave of hotness down to her toes making them curl. Her grip tightened on her fork as she found it increasingly hard to concentrate on Jack or the food.

"Delilah?"

Her fork dropped.

"Don't you like it?" He asked.

"N-no I just.. Can I ask you something?"

Jack nodded. "Of course baby."

"Can we do oral?"

Jack paused "Why? You know I don't like doing that. Which is why I never ask you to perform it on me.."

"I know." She answered quietly. "It's just. Actually forget about it. I'm just all hot and bothered. I don't know why I even asked."

Jack waited as Delilah laughed it off and continued to eat her food. He eventually returned back to his. Delilah swallowed her mouthful thickly whilst her mind conjured up an image that wouldn't leave her mind.

The image of her boss between her legs, rewriting the Declaration of Independence with his tongue, whilst her fingers pulled at his thick head of hair.

And that image didn't leave her mind all night...

This will be the last update!

Why? Because I'm gonna do a story. 🙊 ya'll have to wait and see what happens! Things are gonna heat up!

The only changes that may happen, is the reading style, I prefer First person. Any recommendations or preferences?