The Joy of Revenge

CHAPTER 47 Slow Sunday
Joy
I waited for Jack to answer my question, but he just stood in front of me, undressing me with his eyes. I coughed loudly to grab his attention.
It worked. He turned beet red… as if he was caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
“Uhm, I-I was hoping to ask you out to have-” He abruptly stopped, interrupted by the sound. of his phone ringing. He took out his phone and looked at the screen. His face paled.
“Excuse me. I need to take this call,” he mumbled. I smiled and gestured-for him to take the call in front of me.
“Yes, Sheriff?”
Ah, the other man I had to see.
Whatever Sheriff Combs had to say was utterly short. After a few seconds, the call ended, leaving a confused and extremely apprehensive Jack in front of me.
“Uhm, Virtue, I need to leave,” he said anxiously I stared at him looking disappointed.
soon?” I asked, not masking the disappointment in my voice. I needed to make him elieve I wanted to spend time with him.
“I have to go see the Sheriff. He isn’t in a good place right now after his house burned down. He’s moving into a house at Hillcrest, but he’s not happy about it. His house was his childhood home,” he explained.
“Aw, poor man. I did hear about the fire, but I didn’t know to what extent. I should send him a gift,” I said. He grinned.
A gift with a small camera or a bug inside it…
“Anyway, I was hoping to ask you out for brunch, but I have to go to work. How about dinner? I’ll pick you up at around six tonight?”
“Tonight?” His grin quickly changed to a crestfallen expression. He had mistaken my question as a rejection, so I quickly continued. I was thinking of going to Bismarck to do some antiquing later this afternoon. How about you come with me and help me pick out a
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gift for the Sheriff? Then, we can have dinner there. You know…just chill and get to know each other,” I suggested.
The grin on his face returned “sure what time?
“Pick me up at around four-thirty… ish? Give me your phone, so I can put my number in. Then, just call me when you’re free. He handed me his phone and I typed in my number.
“I’ll see you later then, okay?” He sounded doubtful.
“Hey, you’re the one who stood me up, remember?” I reminded him before giving back his
phone.
“Touché! I’ll call you later when I’m on my way to pick you up,” he said and waved goodbye.
I watched Jack leave with that goofy grin on his face, climb into his truck and drive away. Jack had threatened that he was going to tell me all of Liam’s dark little secrets. Jack just needed a little push.
I grabbed all my stuff and headed next door to Dom’s to see if he had anything to offer me. I

pushed the glass door open and walked in.
Apparently, it was a slow Sunday morning. The town’s folk were still busy at church and
ly brunch. I found Sebastian by the cash register doing inventory.
m, good morning! I was hoping to see you,” said. Stanley, who was standing beside Sebastian, quickly raised his head from the architectural digest he was reading and smiled at
me.
“Hi Stanley!” I greeted Sebastian’s assistant. Instead of greeting me back, he waved at me,
blushing
ng to the roots of his hair. Sebastian chuckled at Stanley’s reaction.
“I can see Stanley has good taste. It’s nice to see a friendly face so early on a Sunday. So, how can I help you?” Sebastian asked. I smiled wickedly at him.
I have an itch that needs scratching, Sebastian.
“I was wondering if you sell light installations or chandeliers? I was thinking of having one installed in the middle of the boutique. To give it an extra oomph,” I said instead of telling him what I really wanted.
“I have several catalogs in my office,” he replied to my surprise. He probably has an itch that
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needs scratching too. I raised my eyebrows, urging him to invite me to his office. “If you find what you’re looking for, I’ll order it for you and you can expect it in a couple of days. Come on, I’ll show you to my office.”
“Great!” I exclaimed, smiling brightly.
“Stanley, you’re in charge.” Sebastian said, then gestured for me to follow him to the very back of his shop.
Once he locked the door, he pulled me into his arms…
I missed having him beside me, the smell of his hair, the smoothness of his skin, his c ock inside me, pounding away until we both came.
I dropped my things on the floor and wrapped my hands around his neck, pulling his head down for a kiss.
“I miss you,” I whispered before his lips claimed mine.
His tongue plunged into my mouth while his hands roamed down my lower back, pushing my body tightly against his… so tight, I could feel his erection through his pants as he
hed against my body.
d him too…so much so, my panties were already wet with desire.
e suddenly dropped to his knees, unbuttoning and unzipping my pants, and pulled down my jeans and panties. Then, his mouth was on me, his skillfull tongue lapping the wetness in between my thighs.
“Dom,” I gasped. It was so sex y and thrilling to utter their fake names. It was sort of like role
playing in a way.
While I squirmed from the confines of my jeans around my ankles, his tongue rubbed against my cl it. I felt his fingers glide through my wetness, moving up and down along my slick
seam.
As his mouth continued to play with my c it and suck on my juices, he quickly removed my shoes, pants and underwear. I held on to his shoulders, loving every second his tongue played with my c lit, but I needed more. My core was clenching with the need for my release.
He lifted one of my legs and placed it on top of his shoulder, opening me up even more. He buried his tongue between my folds, stroking my c lit to life while inserting a finger inside.
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my dripping wet pu ssy, pushing in deep to my magical spot.
Both his tongue and his fingers were driving me to the edge…
“Don’t stop… I’m so close,” I moaned, burying my hands into his hair, trembling while his tongue moved faster and harder on my engorged c lit and his finger darted in and out of my pu ssy.
“Come for me, Virtue. Come all over my face,” he growled.
“Ooohhh…yeessss!” I cried, my fingers tugging on his hair, while I rode the tidal waves of my org asm. He continued to lick my oversensitive c lit until I bit my lower lip to stiffle a scream.
He licked my juices from his fingers. “You taste so f ucking good and I know burying my c ock inside you will feel even better.”
Sebastian stood up, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, pulling out his hard and throbbing co ck. I wanted to bend down and take his shaft into my mouth, but before I could, he led me to the couch.
He quickly sat down and pulled me on top of his lap, my thighs splayed wide apart, with the head of his co ck positioned at the opening of my sex while he held on to my b uttcheeks.
ant you to f uck me!” Sebastian growled into my ear. I obeyed, moving downward and ng all of him inside me in one swift movement. He groaned in pleasure, throwing his head back, as I began to move up and down his shaft.
I started slow at first, then I picked up the tempo, moving faster and faster, until he couldn’t keep up.
As I bounced up and down, I could feel myself surging quickly towards my o rgasm. I wrapped my arms around his head and took his lips for one last passionate kiss before I reached the heights of ecstacy, shuddering violently with my release.
He lifted his hips upward, thrusting one last time deep into the heart of me as he came. I collapsed against him, breathless and trembling while he moaned blissfully.
“You are so amazing, Virtue…” Sebastian whispered, rubbing his hands along my back. I wanted him to continue cradling me in his arms, but I needed to move before anyone found
us.
I kissed him on the cheek and cautiously stood up, disentangling myself from our lover’s
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