Chapter 21

It was finally Friday. The clock read 5:30, and I wasn’t about to let a single email or last-minute paperwork delay my escape. I packed up quickly, slinging my bag over my shoulder and practically skipping out of my office.

As I stepped into the hallway, I saw JJ and Emily doing the same—each looking equally done with the week.

“Well, ladies,” I said as we all stepped into the elevator together, “what’s on the agenda tonight?”

JJ gave me that cute little smirk, brushing her hair behind her ear. “I’m free,” she said casually—then shot me a quick wink when Emily wasn’t looking.

My heart did a little flip, but before I could respond, Emily sighed dramatically and pulled out her phone.

“I, unfortunately, am not,” she said, scrolling through her camera roll. “My cousin begged me—no, guilted me-into going on a date with this guy.”

JJ raised a brow. “A setup?”

Emily nodded. “I met him once. At her wedding. We had, like, a ten-minute conversation about True Crime Obsessed podcasts and sourdough starters. That’s it.”

She finally turned her phone around and showed us the photo. The guy in question was… well. Dorky, kind of endearing, with rectangular glasses, and an awkward smile.

JJ let out a short laugh. “At least he’s got a fit body.”

Emily gave us a mock salute as we stepped out into the parking garage. “You two are my emergency contacts, then. If I don’t text by 9:00, assume I’ve been abducted by quinoa evangelists.”

“Deal,” I said, unlocking my car. “Good luck, soldier.”

JJ lingered by her car, biting back a smile as Emily headed toward hers.

But Emily paused, hand on the door handle. “Actually… if this guy turns out to be a sweater-wearing nightmare, I might crash your place after.”

I gave her a look. “You inviting yourself over again?”

Emily smirked. “Come on. You love when I drink all your wine and insult your Netflix queue.”

JJ grinned. “I’ll tag along too.”

“Obviously,” Emily said. “Also, we should invite Garcia. You know she’s just waiting for an excuse to wear those fuzzy avocado socks and judge us for not liking obscure 1940s musicals.”

I laughed. “So now it’s a full house?”

Emily nodded. “Disastrous date or not, I’m showing up. Prep the couch and hide the good snacks.”

“Just text the group chat the plans so P can get the rundown,” I said, slinging my bag over my shoulder. “She’ll want at least three hours’ notice to curate a playlist and emotionally prepare for the chaos.”

Emily had already taken off, and JJ was perched casually in the open window of my car.

“Hey, hot mama. Need a ride?” I grinned up at her.

“I see a hot ride right here… but I’m not talking about your Audi.”

“I—” I blinked, genuinely speechless for a second. “I was not prepared for that.”

JJ smirked, clearly enjoying herself. “I, what baby? Stunned?”

She leaned in a little closer, her voice low and smug. “How about I race you to your house and see if I can do it again?”

Then, with a mischievous glint in her eye, she pulled her blouse aside just enough to give me a teasing glimpse of the black lace underneath.

I took off quickly, racing toward my apartment, the image of JJ in that black lace burned into my mind. Every red light felt personal, every car in front of me a cruel test of patience.

I hit every green light, foot heavy on the gas. The thought of JJ in that black lace number under her too-tight white blouse had my pulse running almost as fast as the car.

I pulled into the lot and smirked—her spot was still empty.

By the time I stepped out of my car, she was just pulling in, engine revving like it was as frustrated as she was. She parked fast and climbed out, sunglasses sliding down her nose.

“Okay, show-off,” she called, walking toward me, “didn’t know I was dating a damn racecar driver.”

I leaned against my car, cocky grin in place. “Guess you underestimated me.”

JJ stopped in front of me, pressed a hand to my chest. “I definitely underestimated something.”

Before I could throw a comeback, she leaned in close, lips nearly brushing my ear. “But winning means you’re on top tonight.”

We took the elevator up to my apartment. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other. She kissed my earlobe to suck on my neck, and she knew what she was doing. Her lips departed my neck as soon as the elevator doors opened. We got to my apartment door and JJ started unbuckling my belt. The door finally unlocked, opening the door with her behind me.

I placed my hands on her hips, pushing her against the door, slotting my knee between her center. Kissing down her neck to her chest, leaving hickeys all over. She pulled my hips closer, bringing me into a deeper, slower-burning kiss.

We slowly crept toward the couch, her hands pressing against my chest with playful insistence until I fell back onto the cushions.

JJ followed me down, her knees bracketing my hips as she leaned over me, that sly smirk never fading. “Told you I’d get you again,” she teased, her fingertips lightly tracing the line of my jaw.

“You’re playing dangerous games, Jareau,” I murmured, my hands finding her waist.

She dipped her head closer, close enough for her perfume to swirl around me. “Maybe I like dangerous.”

Before I could respond, she kissed me—slow at first, deliberate, like she wanted me to feel every second of it. The city lights from the floor-to-ceiling windows spilled over us, the hum of traffic below fading until it felt like we were in our little world.

She broke our kiss to get up. She started teasingly taking off her blouse to reveal a black laced bra. I quickly took off her tight pencil skirt; she was wearing a matching panties.

JJ sat beside me, leaning in for a kiss but only ghosting her lips over mine. I dove in for a kiss, leaning us down so I was on top of her. Rubbing my fingers over the fabric of her panties. Her breathing quickened, pushing my head down to her pussy.

“Yes, baby, eat me out.” She softly moaned.

I pulled her panties to the side, putting my lips around her clit. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as my tongue was moving.

JJ’s phone rang, and she cleared her throat, putting it on speaker.
“Hello?” she said.

“Hey Jayje,” Penelope’s cheerful voice came through, “Are you already over at Y/N’s place?”

I kept moving my tongue over her before slipping two fingers inside. A soft moan escaped her lips.

“Sorry, Pen, yeah, just got here,” JJ replied quickly, her voice strained as she tried to hold back her pleasure. “Are you on your way?”

There was a brief pause before Penelope answered, “Um, yeah, leaving in ten—so I’ll see you, my lovelies, in about twenty.”

I quickened my pace, pumping in and out of her. “Okay, dear, talk soon. Be safe.” She hung up.

JJ’s moan grew louder, and she gripped my head, moving it up and down. I was so wet, close to losing control of myself. I started playing with myself, fingers slick.

“Keep going, daddy… please… I’m so close!” she gasped.

I came hard, my moans vibrating against her clit, causing her to shudder and squirt over my face. Her legs trembled, chest heaving.

I kissed my way up to her lips, holding her through the waves of her orgasm, which stretched longer than usual.

“Baby, you fuck me so good. You always surprise me,” she whispered, fingers tangling in my hair.

I kissed her neck softly. “What was new this time?”

She cradled my head against her neck, voice thick with desire. “That humming—and you touching yourself—just pushed me over.”

I smiled, pressing a kiss there. “We’ll have to add that to the starting lineup.” I pulled back, locking eyes with her. “Now… go hop in the shower before Pen gets here. I’ll clean this mess up, my love.”

JJ laughed softly, letting me help her to her feet. “Only if you promise not to start without me,” she teased, brushing fingers under my chin as she walked to the bathroom.

I watched her disappear behind the door, the sound of the shower starting moments later. I grinned, half from the view I’d just had, half from knowing I’d get to wake up next to her tomorrow morning.

I tidied up the couch and kitchen, just as my phone buzzed—a group chat message from Emily announcing her arrival. That was a quick date.