Jack knew he had her. Instead of meeting somewhere to drop off Aaron, she had invited him over to dinner with them. Not only was he able to spend more time with his family, he got a home cooked meal. Kate was a surprisingly incredible cook and since they'd broken up there hadn't been a night where he didn't wonder what she'd whipped up for dinner. Tonight was no exception; she'd made a chicken bruschetta pasta and a small salad. He loved that she ate salads almost every night; not only did Aaron grow up eating his vegetables willingly because his mom was vegetarian, she made meat for Aaron so the salads were often all she ate for dinner just as she'd done tonight.

"Hey," she called out as she stepped in front of Aaron, stopping him from running in the house. "No running in the house."

"Sorry Mommy."

"And, don't go on the swings, okay? Play with your toys instead." Aaron nodded and immediately started running in the house, heading outside. "Three times now he's gotten on the swings after dinner and thrown up," she shrugged sadly.

"Sounds about right," he chuckled at the idea. He watched as Kate cleaned the table; he knew he ought to help her but with her in that cream colored tight skirt he was unable to do anything but stare. They both knew how wild that skirt made him and he knew she had worn it on purpose.

"I'm surprised you invited me for dinner. Last time I saw you, you seemed pretty jealous," he teased.

"All those girls you were wasting time with either seemed too young or too dumb to be able to use the oven without supervision."

Jack smiled. He loved getting under her skin, he loved how thick the sexual tension between them was. It would make it all the better when she gave herself to him. Since the party, he'd been able to focus on nothing but imagining all the ways he'd get her off. He knew when the time came, he'd have her in every way possible and he wouldn't stop until was drained of every last drop of energy and begging for a break. He'd take her until she couldn't even entertain the idea of another man. He'd fuck her until she was his again. "I love it when you get territorial," he wrapped his arms around her from behind and swept the curls from her neck, purposely pressing himself against her ass and letting him know how insatiable he was for her.

"Jack," she wrapped a hand against his cheek, stroking it gingerly as she turned around. "I was thinking..."

"I love when you think," he murmured, kissing her neck.

"What if you stayed a little after Aaron goes to bed? Would you do that ... for me?"

He lifted his head, stunned. Kate was the most annoyingly stubborn person he had ever met and within days he had her unraveling. "Of course! I'll stay as long as you want me."

Kate smiled softly before turning to call Aaron inside. "Hey, bud," she knelt down to be eye level with the child, "I'm going to run out for a little but Daddy will be there to put you to bed," she explained. She gave a glance up to Jack, her mouth curling into a twisted smile before she returned her attention to Aaron. "Is that okay?"

"Daddy reads it better," Aaron added. He refused to let Kate read Alice In Wonderland to him, always insisting on Jack reading it. Kate would have felt jilted if the two weren't so adorable curled up on Aaron's bed.

"Go get changed," Kate added as she stood up. Despite the warnings, Aaron ran back to the his room.

"Thank you for this," Kate blurted before Jack could demand answers. "I didn't know where I'd find a sitter."

"That's what this is about?"

Kate giggled, moving behind him to massage his neck and shoulders, another thing she knew made him melt. "Of course. I'm having drinks with one of the guys I met at that party. Thanks again for convincing me to go," she kissed his cheek for added measure.

She wanted him to think of her the way she'd be thinking of him. The way every minute she wondered if he'd been in touch with that blonde. She couldn't focus on anything else and several times, she caught herself going back to thoughts of Jack while Aaron told her long stories.

She wanted to leave him yearning her as intensely as she did for him. Her nights had been spent touching herself as she fantasized about him. She'd close her eyes and stroke herself, imagining it was Jack getting her off. She hadn't needed to do that since they were stranded on the island; even the first night she'd touched herself and found him appearing in her mind. The broad shoulders and chiseled body, the facial hair and soulful brown eyes.

Jack knew Kate had won this round. She'd set him up and executed it perfectly. But he also knew the next round would be his. Kate would have a drink or two with this man, he knew better than to think she'd get drunk, but when it was all over she'd be back home. Her inhibitions would be lowered and she'd be coming home to him.