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her clit. Just when she felt she could
take his teasing no longer, Jack entered her roughly from behind,
pounding his cock into with a force that took her breath away.
Pleasure coursed through her, each wave hitting her with greater
intensity until she exploded into a breathtaking orgasm. As he felt
her pussy contract around him, Jack finally let himself go, coming in
spasms that made his whole body shudder. They collapsed together in a
heap on the bed, sweaty but satisfied.

    ***

    Jack's eyes fluttered
open. He felt disoriented and his mouth was dry. Sara was asleep in
his arms, and he took a moment to relish her soft warmth pressed
against him. Gently, he eased himself up off the bed, trying not to
wake her, and padded to the bathroom. In the harsh overhead light,
the bags under his eyes were more pronounced. It was five am. The car
for the airport would be picking them up at six. Jack wasn't sure
what he would say to Michael after yesterday's events, but he was not
looking forward to the confrontation. With a sigh, he turned the
shower on to the hottest setting and tried to wash his worries away.
    Jack gave the room a
final once over, checking for anything he might have left behind. He
hadn't actually unpacked in the first place, which made things a
little easier. He made sure he had his wallet, his medication and his
passport. Ready to rock. Then he tiptoed back in to the bedroom. Sara
was still fast asleep, curled up in the middle of the bed with the
covers pulled right up to her chin. He couldn't help but smile. She
looked so pretty and innocent. Part of him wanted to wake her, but he
wasn't sure what he would say...Jack loathed goodbyes. And what did
he have to offer a girl like that? Months on end following a
miserable shell of a man around on tour, a different hotel every
night, constant harassment by the press...no, that was no life for
anyone. Even if she would agree to it. Yet the thought of never
seeing her again made him feel hollow inside. Jack grabbed a piece of
hotel notepaper, and scribbled down a hasty message. Bending down, he
placed it carefully on the night stand ,
then planted a feather light kiss on the top of Sara's head. She
didn't even stir. With one last look at her sleeping face, Jack
turned and hurried out of the suite, dragging his baggage behind him.

    ***
    “Sara! Sara,
what the hell, wake up?”
    Sara reluctantly
opened her eyes to find Erica perched at the end of the bed, wrapped
in a hotel robe.
    “Hi...you ok?
How do you feel?”
    “What? Yeah I'm
fine, except I woke up in a strange hotel room with no idea how I got
here. What the hell happened last night?”
    Sara gave Erica a run
down of the evening's events, all the time trying to stifle the
sadness welling up inside her. Jack was gone. He had run out without
even saying goodbye. She should have known it was just a meaningless
one night stand, but somehow it had felt different. Like something
more intimate had passed between them. As she finished her story, she
realised Erica was staring at her with wide eyes.
    “No fucking
way! This is Jack Carter's hotel suite? Oh my god, that is so cool!
Wait....did you...you didn't!”
    Sara's blushes were
all the response her best friend needed. Her mouth dropped open.
    “Sara! You and
Jack Carter....Oh my god!” Erica squealed, unable to string
together a coherent sentence. Suddenly her eyes fell on something on
the night stand , and she leaned over Sara
to snatch it up.
    “Oh wow, look,
he's left you a note!”
    Sara's heart leapt.
Maybe...just maybe she hadn't been fooling herself. She grabbed the
piece of paper from Erica's hand, racing to read the message.
    “Sara. Flight
is early, had to go, didn't want to wake you. Room is good until 1pm,
feel free to order breakfast, charge it to my tab. It was lovely to
meet you. If you'd like to go for dinner some time, this is my
number. Jack.”
    A telephone number
was scrawled beneath the message. Feeling like a smitten schoolgirl,
Sara