Distracting Him with Victoria's Secrets
Jimmy Can't Shake Off His Past : A Web of Secrets & Lies #4
CW: There is Mature Content in this episode ~ scenes of intimacy
It transpires much can be discerned from body language, even at a distance and under a street light. I could tell that the person who unfolded from the car was a woman, with a long-limbed grace to her moves that a bulky overcoat did nothing to disguise. It was certain that she and Jimmy had history, from the way she reached to touch his lapel, and fingered the hair that brushed his collar.
She had moved into his space with confidence, making Jimmy step back. He raised his hand to bat away her arm, an irritated gesture I recognized. At that, I let out a breath I hadn’t known I was holding.
“Who is this bitch?”
My breath was fogging the glass where I squatted at the window.
Like a detective on a stakeout, I kept my eyes riveted on Jimmy and the mystery woman. They seemed to be arguing over something. When her gestures grew big, Jimmy’s stance became guarded, but primed for action: A greyhound in the traps before the hare speeds past.
The woman raised her finger like a schoolmistress, hectoring my boyfriend before she prodded him in the chest. He stepped away, shoulders thrown back. She’d made her point, what would he do?
Jimmy was tall, so he looked down on the woman. He jabbed a thumb over his shoulder, shook his head, and finished by spreading his hands, palms down as if to say ‘enough’ or ‘finished’. Then he posed with hands on his hips, checking that he’d conveyed his message.
My hands were clammy. Only able to watch, I felt so helpless.
Hadn’t I always been aware of the ‘side’ of Jimmy that he hid from me? Perhaps I’d been wrong to turn a blind eye each time he met people in ‘the boozer,’ as he termed it. I knew he was dealing with grey areas and shady operators, even if I didn’t know the ins and outs. I was complicit if he was sometimes more flush with cash than his usual wage, and I let him spoil me, or spend it on things for our flat.
Now the woman was offering Jimmy something, small enough to hold in one hand. His reluctance was palpable. He didn’t want anything to do with it.
“Don’t take it!” I urged aloud.
Maybe I could be the conscience on his shoulder: He always said I made him want to be a better man.
Cigarette woman wouldn’t back off, despite his resistance. Jimmy consulted the indigo sky in frustration, his resolution was crumbling. Then he took it from her and stuffed it fiercely inside his jacket pocket.
He jogged away from her, not looking back, while she leaned against the car, complacently watching him go.
“Yeah bitch, he’s coming back to me!” I gloated.
Suddenly, I had to decide what I should do: Let him know what I’d seen or play-act ignorance. The flat was in darkness, likely to raise Jimmy’s alarm bells. I cobbled together a plan. I moved away from the window and hurried to our bedroom.
“Nora? Are you here babe? I’m sorry; things took longer than expected.”
Jimmy’s voice overlaid the creak of the stairs; he must be climbing them two at a time. My heart thudded against my ribs as I waited on the bed for him to open the door.
“Nora, are you ready to…?”
One look at my outfit stopped Jimmy in his tracks. I had on a sheer opaque chemise I’d bought from Victoria’s Secrets. I’d been wearing it under my dress. A naughty surprise I had planned to reveal it after we’d been to the nightclub, but it made an excellent distraction right now.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” I purred, indicating the empty side of the bed. “Care to join me?”
“Is a frog’s arse waterproof?” Jimmy chuckled throatily, his hand already working the fly of his jeans.
They were off in an instant, then he tugged his shirt over his head, not wasting time unfastening the buttons. I bounced slightly as his weight depressed the mattress, and I fell, giggling into his arms.
“You look sensational in this,” he admired huskily, running his large hand over my shoulder and cupping my breast. “You’re such a gorgeous girl Nora. I’m a lucky fella to be with you.”
My nipples hardened at his touch while heat built between my thighs. A glance at his boxer briefs showed how they strained to contain his excitement.
“I was hoping you’d like it.”
As I spoke, I rose to my knees and straddled his hips, tracing circles around his aureola which gave Jimmy an opportunity to appreciate how the patterned fabric accentuated my curves.
“Like it? I bloody love it!” He was fondling the globes of my backside. He groaned when he discovered that underneath I was pantyless.
“What about dancing?” he managed to ask, between kissing me and nibbling the side of my neck.
“Horizontal dancing has more appeal right now,” I assured him, encircling the root of his straining erection and lowering my head to lap at its purpled tip.
“Ohh baby,” Jimmy crooned, “that’s my favorite kind, and you know all the best moves.”
I didn’t answer, my mouth was otherwise occupied, but while I took Jimmy to the Milky Way my mind was racing.
“Want to try something a little bit kinky?” I improvised, gazing up at him through my lashes (I’d give Betty Boop a run for her money).
Jimmy’s eyes were unfocused, but his lips quirked with a rakish grin.
“So that’s what got you all revved up! You read about something spicy?”
“Could be,” I shrugged. “You wait here, get a condom ready for later. I need a minute to fetch my surprise.”
I rose from the bed and hurried onto the landing, closing the door behind me. I planned to get a bowl of ice for some sexy temperature play, but not ‘til I’d checked Jimmy’s jacket; on a hook near the kitchen.
I dug my hand into the inside pocket, and my pulse kicked up. My fingers closed around the item he’d reluctantly accepted from mystery woman and I drew it out.
To be continued next week
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