Jace woke up feeling extremely sated. For a moment, he stared in bemusement at the red curls sprayed across his bare chest before the events from last night rushed back with blindingly clear images. He remembered that they'd gotten drunk, or at least she had, and then they'd stumbled into his bedroom, and everything had just gone hot and wild from there.
Jesus, he smiled, stroking Clary's curls through his fingers, listening to the steady rhythm of her breathing. If he'd known how good she was, he'd have screwed all these months of craving and waiting and would've just taken her down then and there.
Which probably would have been the first time they'd met.
He smiled at the thought, stifling laughter in case he woke Clary. Something, however, kept nagging him, and he couldn't figure out what it was. All he remembered was Clary, her eyes glowing green in the darkness with desire and lust, sliding down on her knees before him, peering up though lowered lashes, and the waves that rolled through him as he fought to keep control but finally losing it, his knees buckling and her touch leaving him gasping.
And no, it hadn't been a dream this time.
His mind wandered, even though he knew he shouldn't have. Clary in the shower, skin all wet and slippery.
His breath caught.
Clary on the kitchen table, sprayed out in front of him…and just like that, he was ready again.
Jace forced his mind to shut down, but not before one last thought squeezed itself in. Next time, it'd definitely be on the kitchen table. Definitely.
But for now, he didn't need any more torture.
And then – right. He realized, with a sudden rush of anger, what had been bothering him. Today was Clary's date with Sebastian.
He glanced at Clary, sleeping peacefully beside him, her face so smooth and soft and beautiful. He should've realized that Sebastian would've taken the opportunity as soon as he was gone.
But he hadn't thought of it, because he'd thought Clary would've said no. But instead she'd agreed.
Originally, he'd been mad and annoyed at both of them, but now, as he gazed contently at Clary, he couldn't bring himself to feel any anger toward her, only at Seb.
And yet, he didn't bother to press a kiss to her temple as he got quietly out of bed.
…
The bed was sort of cold. Clary rolled onto her side, reaching out to snuggle closer to Jace, when she grabbed a handful of…air. Her eyes popped open.
Yep. Jace had disappeared.
A flood of disappointment surged through her as she got up and headed to the bathroom, fixing herself as fast as she could so she could get out of his house as soon as possible.
So it really had been a one night stand. She'd thought he was so much more.
She stared sadly at her reflection in the mirror. Was it her who was wrong?
She hadn't done it much since the last time a certain someone had broken her heart, but she couldn't be that bad, could she? She'd waited until someone she trusted not to let her down again to come along, and he'd been just like the rest.
It'd been the alcohol.
She was close to tears as she approached the living room.
Stupid alcohol.
"Rise and shine!" Jace stuck his head out from the kitchen. "Hold up. I'm almost done with the omelets."
Clary was so happy she almost sobbed out loud, "I love you!"
Err…like.
She walked over and wrapped her arms around his back, pressing a kiss to it, never feeling stronger for him than she did now. To her surprise, he pulled back.
"Today's your day with Sebastian, remember?"
Clary felt her mouth drop open; she'd completely forgotten. "Oh…right."
Isitme?Doeshenotlikemeanymorebecauseofwhatwedidlastnight?
Jace dropped two omelets onto two plates, one on each.
Clary twisted her hands together nervously. "About last night…"
"Right. It never happened." His voice was flat and he didn't turn around.
Silence.
She saw Jace stiffen. "Well?" He demanded harshly. "Is that what you were gonna say?"
"Why are you acting like this?"
"Why am I…" Jace stared at her. "Because!" He made an impatient gesture when Clary stared at him uncomprehendingly. "You have sex with me and then you go off on a date with some other guy who's probably going to fuck you as soon as he sees you! Do you think that's –"
"You know what? Maybe we shouldn't have done what we did last night." Her voice, hard and sharp, didn't make Jace flinch, but she saw his Adam's apple move.
"Would you take it back if you could?" He asked, voice low.
No.Never.
"Would you?"
"No," he said simply, startling her with his frankness.
"Me neither," she admitted thickly, avoiding his eyes. They were probably laughing at her anyway.
Goddamnyou,Jace.
She heard a chair scraping across the floor, and a second later, a fork clinking on a plate. "Care to join me?" Jace asked, sarcasm dripping from every word.
Clary breathed out a sigh of relief. He was acting like himself again.
Sincemystomach ishungry…
She dug in. "Mmmm, this is good!" Jace's mouth hitched up on one side. "But only cause I'm hungry."
The smile stayed.
…
"Sebastian. Hi."
OmigodwhycantIsoundnormal
Clary felt like kicking herself as she sat down across from him.
He smiled, and it seemed like a genuine smile, nothing like what Jace had warned her about. "You look nice today, Clary."
He was so kind! Why couldn't Jace say that on a regular basis?
"Thank you!" She dimpled. "You don't look half bad yourself."
Sebastian had chosen quite a nice restaurant. There was soft music playing and most people there were dressed in formal clothing. Some were actually businesses with their clients. Sebastian had worn something nice. Luckily for her, she'd had a secret meeting with a client, without telling Jace, for Hell's Loose, and it'd gone well.
Smiling, she picked up a menu, but Sebastian put a hand over hers, stopping her. And startling her. "I've already ordered," he explained.
O..kay…
The waitress came a second later, carrying two plates. She set the plate piled high with shrimp and seafood in front of Clary and the plate with steak and barbequed chicken in front of Sebastian.
"Wow, this looks good!" Clary breathed in, taking in the rich aroma.
At least the man knew how to order.
"Glad you like it," he said, clinking their glasses of wine together.
…
Clary dropped her purse on her chair as Jace slowly turned around. Lunch had been good, for the most part.
"How was lunch?" Jace asked, voice strangely low. There was a queer light in his eyes.
"Fantastic," she smiled. She leaned against the edge of the table, palms back to support her. "I never knew you had such a nice coworker."
In a second, Jace was in front of her, trapping her between him and the desk. He placed his hands on either side of her hips, and the smell of summer filled her nostrils.
God,hehastostopmovingsofast.
"Tits and ass are all Sebastian ever sees."
Clary's heartbeat was already jumping like a jackrabbit's, but she tried not to let him see how flustered she was. Her cheeks and her unsteady breathing probably already sold her out. "He was plenty nice to me."
"That's cause he wanted to get in your pants," Jace said lazily, licking her neck in a highly provocative way. His hands closed over her hips. "I'll show you who's better."
Clary couldn't help but moan as he sucked his way up her neck.
"You should know by now," he growled, lips against her jaw, "that I don't share my toys."
Clary placed her hands on his chest, not to push him away, but because she needed to feel him under her, the hot skin, hard muscles. Through the haze of it all, his voice still registered, dimly though. "I'm not – a toy," she managed to gasp out as Jace closed the distance between their lower bodies, so she could feel his rock hard erection pressing into her thigh. She arched her back slightly off the table.
He made her lose control so fast.
Howdoeshekeepsofriggin' calmallthetime?
"Right," Jace kissed around the shell of her ear and blew lightly into it, raising goosebumps on her skin. "I don't share you."
She wrapped her legs around his waist, settling herself more comfortably against him, his length settling right into the dip between her legs. Her pants were wet.
Jace jerked, a violent shudder suddenly rippling through his body, and he thrust against her, his hands moving frantically down her body to the button on her jeans.
So he wasn't calm at all.
She almost smiled if she wasn't so busy squeezing her thighs around him, the sensations making her go wild.
He unbuttoned the top of her jeans, snapped open her zipper, and slid a hand under the waistband of her panties.
She slid off him, pushing him backward, and he was so surprised he lost his footing. Luckily, the chair was there to catch him.
Both of them were breathing hard, and their faces were red. She tried not to stare at the bulge in his pants that looked like it was about to break. Then she tried even harder not to lick her lips.
"What the – " Jace growled, voice still husky with need.
"We're still in an office." Clary cleared her throat. She turned her back on him and buttoned her pants. "I told you, not here."
"We were so close! C'mon," Jace stood up, making Clary stumbled back, hitting her back against the table. "We both need it."
"Jace," she swallowed. One step closer and her resolve would wash away.
He took a step forward. She almost threw herself against him if a loud knock hadn't interrupted.
A disgustingly sweet voice drifted through the door. "Jace," Kaelie sang, "I've got some papers delivered from Valentine for you."
His face twisted into a scowl before he dragged a hand over his face. The next second, everything was back to normal. Or as close as normal he could get.
Clary faced her computer, not daring to look lest she betrayed herself.
"Well, send it over already," Jace snapped. The door opened, and Kaelie strutted in, wearing, as usual, close to nothing as possible.
She handed the pile to Jace, flicked a look at Clary, who was staring back at her from the reflection of her back computer screen.
She purposely played a little with Jace's curls before he slapped her hand off and demanded her out.
She flounced out a second later.
Bitch.
…
Outside, Kaelie flipped open her cellphone and pressed a number on speed dial. Seconds later, a voice picked up.
"Yes," the monotone barked.
"Jace looked a bit different today," she reported eagerly, like a child waiting for a lollipop. "When I went in, he looked…like kinda aroused, and the bitch wouldn't turn around either."
She giggled. Clary probably had tried to make him aroused, only to have failed.
"Alright," the voice said. "Listen closely, here's what I want you to do…"
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