Anne's intention of locking herself in with Jack backfired on her. As soon as the door was locked, Jack, who had been standing calmly before, immediately pulled Anne into his oversized chair, and what was worse was that Anne couldn't escape. She was stuck on Jack's lap in a very intimate position, both of her thighs were exposed due to the mini dress she was wearing which was perfectly lifted by Jack. It looked like Jack had had it all figured out.
"Jack," sighed Anne hoarsely.
Jack smiled mischievously. "What? I haven't even started anything yet, baby." What Jack said was true, except for the movement of his hands that were squeezing Anne's buttocks, he hadn't really started anything. What a jerk!
Anne's eyes were blurry, her passion piqued. Jack really knew how to get her into the game.
"You didn't mean to do it here, did you?"
"What if I did?"
"Jack-"
