Jack J.

My eyes were wide at the feeling of his lips on top of mine. His lips were moving slowly against mine, but due to shock I was not reciprocating any movement. He places one hand on my cheek, I guess to get me to participate in the kiss, but I was defiant and just sat there.

His lips were as soft as I had ever imagined they would be and they were plump against my smaller lips. I knew this was wrong so why I hadn't pushed him away? I don't know.

I softly closed my eyes sinking into the kiss, letting my conscience leave and my body react how it wanted to. I reached up clinging to his shirt bringing him closer and pushing my lips more onto his. Our lips molded together and moved at a slow pace how I wanted it to. However, after a few seconds Mr. Gilinsky had other things in mind.

I felt him move his body between my legs and pull me up with his hand lingering on my lower back. My arms made it around his neck in return as he grabbed my thighs wrapping them around his waist. The kiss went from soft to him tugging at my bottom lip for an entrance in a matter of seconds.

This was so foreign. It was like I was having my first kiss all over again and I didn't understand why. My heart felt like it was in the pit of my stomach, but I kept the kiss going, reaching up to tug on his thick black locks.

I wanted to stop. I needed this to stop. I knew it was wrong, that it was bad, but I was too far gone into the kiss.

The kiss was starting to get intense and I needed to pull back for a little bit of air, but his grip on my waist made me do otherwise. If anything I was being pulled more and more into the kiss.

I was soon straddling his waist as his hands wondered lower and lower into regions I had only imagined he would touch. He consistently licked and tugged on my bottom lip for access to my mouth that I was denying him.

That's when I felt him squeeze my ass roughly in his large hands making my hips buck into him as I gasped between the kiss. This needed to stop.

"S-Sir." I said breathlessly pulling away from the kiss. "We can't do this."

"Just let it happen." He said leaning in, but I turned my head. That only made him capture my neck between his lips making me spew out airy moans from under my breath.

"N-No Jack we can't do this. It's not right." I said more sternly pulling my body away from him although I was still on his lap. Calling him Jack was so foreign to me, but I knew that he wanted me to call him that when I wasn't working. I stood up from his lap that I was once straddling and we were now in silence.

"We should probably go to bed now. I have a few things to do tomorrow anyway." He commented dryly lifting himself from the couch. I simply nodded at a loss of words.

"O-Okay." I said softly. "Do you want me t-to help clean up?"

"No." He replied sternly. His jaw looked as if it was clenched in anger and he didn't seem pleased. "I've got it. Just go to sleep or something, thanks though." He mumbled.

I gave a small nod in response putting my head down as I made my way out of the room and up to me room.

Once I made it in my room, I shut my door and locked it before landing on my stomach onto the white bed placed in the middle of my room. The sheets only brought my mind back to Mr. Gilinsky whose scent still lingered within them.

What the hell just happened?

The thought was being asked over and over in my head the more I sat there and thought. I couldn't wrap my mind around the fact that Mr. Gilinsky- well Jack- and I just kissed.

But, in the moment it felt so good. The more we kissed the more I felt. Initially I was just shocked, but the kiss began feel good as bad as it sounds.

Maybe the fact that I hadn't been kissed like that in five years had me biased, but it just felt so good.

Then, it dawned on me. He has a wife that just so happens to hate me.

When I had pulled from the kiss, the only thought I had was that we were moving to fast and that he was married. However, I had completely forgotten who he was married to. If only I had that in mind I would have pulled away long before I had.

I could lose my job for this. And I couldn't lose this job. It wasn't even an option.

My thoughts began to linger more into the fact that I could lose my job and less that I had just kissed a married man.

My mother was slowly dying and if I lost this job she would surely die. My eyes began to water at the thought.

Then, the guilt settled in. Yeah, I didn't kiss him first, he had kissed me. However, I kissed back, so I was as much to blame as he was. I felt sick to my stomach and dirty.

How could I have let something like this happen?

One minute he was helping me forget about my breakdown, I mean everything was great. I really felt like we were bonding on a friend level. Then, the next minute he is kissing me and feeling me up.

I groaned pulling myself off the bed so I could get prepared for bed in my usual attire which was a big shirt and my boxer briefs.

I got under my white sheets relaxing into the cold covers and pillows that were around me. The bad thing about it was no matter how relaxed I was what just happened was still toying with my thoughts.

I forced my eyes shut after turning off the lamp on my nightstand.

This was going to be a long night and tomorrow was going to be even longer.

***

Once I woke up, I had come to the conclusion that Mr. Gilinsky and I were going to do something about this situation. Whether we wanted to or not. I just need to clear my conscience a little bit of these thoughts I was having and I need reassurance.

Reassurance that we were not going to tell anyone including his wife. Although, I felt s little guilty about that one, but I don't like the bitch so, oh well.

And most importantly reassurance that I was going to keep my job.

I walked down the steps into the kitchen where he would normally be cooking breakfast, but to my surprise he was no where to be found.

I continued to walk around the huge house that I was still getting familiar with and tried to find the next best thing. The studio.

He wasn't in there in the morning most of the time, but I knew he spent a lot of his time there in the afternoon. Once I got outside of the studio I still wasn't sure if he in there due to the room being soundproof.

I opened the door slowly peaking my head through and I saw him sitting in one of the chairs writing.

I walked in slowly, nervous for obvious reasons, but this meet couldn't be avoiding given even if we ignored the situation I would still need to report to him so I knew what I had to do today.

The door closed softly behind me and I wasn't sure if he knew I had come in or not because he hadn't acknowledged my presence yet.

I tapped his shoulder softly, "Um, sir."

"Hold on." He commanded as he continued to write. I nodded although I knew he couldn't see that I did so and sat on the couch that was placed behind him.

We sat there for a good three minutes with no talking, just the sound of pencil writing on paper, before he turned around.

"Your things to do today were on the kitchen counter if that's what you're in here for." He said. I felt uncomfortable under his stare. He wasn't being his normal nice self. It was almost as if he was being hostile, which made me not even want to bring up the situation.

"Well, that was partially why I came in here." I said looking down at my fingers as if they were the most interesting thing to me right now.

"And what could the other half be?" He questioned as if there was nothing he could think of that I would need to talk to him about.

"U-Um, you know, last night-it's just, well-" I muttered out not finding the rights words to say.

"The kiss?" He questioned bluntly. I felt my face become hot.

"Yeah that."

"That meant nothing Johnson. My wife has been gone for a week now and I miss her a lot, so I suppose I used you to suppress that. I'm sorry, if you thought it was something more than what it actually was." He said coolly. I wasn't even thinking about the possibilities of why he kissed me. Honestly, I was thinking more about the outcomes of the kiss. But, now that he had said why he did it, it stung a little bit.

The word 'used' just rubbed me the wrong way, but I brushed it off.

"Okay." I replied.

"I'm not saying that to hurt your feelings, Johnson. I just don't want things to be weird. I made a mistake by kissing you and I'm sorry for that, but I don't want you thinking I'm gay or something. Let's just brush this under the rug and act like it never happened. Okay?" He continued, but the more he talked the worst I felt.

I nodded in agreement.

"And if you thought you were going to lose your job don't worry about it. What happened yesterday was my fault. As long as this stays between us you will still have your job."

In a way I had agreed to what he was saying, but in some way it was as if he was saying if I said anything to his wife about this he would fire me. Almost as if to cover his ass. That didn't sit well with me either. But, I knew he was only saying that because he knew if I told her she would want him to fire me anyway. At least I hope that's what he was trying to say.

But although everything I wanted to know had been answered there was still something nagging at me.

"A-Are we still okay? I just really felt like we were somewhat becoming friends and I-I know you invited Olivia to come to. So, I just want to know-"

"Johnson, we're cool. I said lets just act like the kiss didn't happen because I really enjoyed your company before then. We are okay." I nodded yet again.

"Now get to work. I don't pay you to sit and talk to me." He demanded sternly, but I knew he was playing due to the smile planted on his face.

"Yes sir." I complied saluting to him before making it out of the room, but my clumsy ass just had to trip, almost making me fall. I caught onto the good to regain balance before looking back and Mr. Gilinsky who was laughing.

"You okay?" He asked through laughs.

"Yeah, me and the floor always play like that." I replied opening the door and walking out. I knew my face was red.

I'm so damn embarrassing.

A/N: I know this chapter is a little shorter than normal, but drama is coming very, very soon.

However, yes they kissed and it got a little heated.

Was it heated enough for you all or did you need more?

Did you dislike the way Gilinsky reacted to Johnson pulling away from him?

Do you agree with the fact that they are keeping the kiss to themselves?

Do you think Gilinsky was being honest about why he did what he did?

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