Jack had read somewhere that good managers scheduled regular one-on-one meetings with the people they managed.
And both Fran and Jacob had told him that even if a couple were so busy or tired that they hardly ever saw each other, just thirty minutes a day of time together would be enough to keep the relationship together.
So, he established Couch Time. Each day, after training in his soul space, he would make himself available for the girls to come and talk to him one-on-one.
For Madison, it was a chance to cuddle and recharge.
For Miranda, it was a chance to get to know each other intellectually. They already did enough fucking.
For Rina, it was a chance to cuddle and talk his ear off. He understood maybe three in ten words she said, but it seemed to help her think, so he didn’t mind.
For Nora, it was a chance to talk about plans in the real world, and anything else she wanted to talk about.
And as for Isabella, he still wasn’t sure what he wanted to do with her. Nor was he sure it was possible to have a normal relationship with her, not professional, platonic, or romantic. She was just too devoted to him, to slavish in her focus on him.
Madison climbed onto the couch and sat on Jack’s lap, straddling him. Then buried her face in his neck and took a deep breath, filling her nose with his scent. It sent a thrill through her every time.
She felt his arms wrap around her and squeeze her tight. Mmmm, that felt so good.
She was so close to getting out of jail she could taste it. The anticipation of finally being with him, free from worry, was killing her. She hoped the FIS didn’t take too long processing the evidence she and Jack had sent them anonymously. Even with Rose subdued, being in jail was still hell.
"How are you and Rina getting along?" he asked.
She sighed. "Every time she opens her mouth, I feel like an idiot. I think I’m starting to understand how the other students in my classes felt."
He chuckled, and the vibrations sent little tingles down her spine and between her legs.
"Yes," he said, "It’s amazing how much brain power is packed into such a small package. When she does one of her brain dumps I think I understand maybe three words in ten."
"It’s more like six in ten for me," she said proudly.
"Show off," he teased. Then added, "But seriously, do you like working with her?"
"Yes! I’m learning so much. I mean, the math is way over my head, but her knowledge of software is really helping me."
"That’s good to hear. Is everything going okay in jail?"
"Yes. I mean, it still sucks, but at least now I don’t have to worry about Rose trying to do something nasty at night. I’ll be so happy to get out of there. It sucks that we sent the evidence on Friday. Now I have to wait all weekend."
"Don’t get your hopes up. It could take them a week or two before they have things figured out."
She shuddered. It had already been a week, and she was always near her breaking point. She wasn’t sure she could handle another two weeks of it.
"Great. Just great," she muttered.
He caressed head and rubbed her back. "You’re doing great. I think you’re handling this really well. Probably better than I would. The worst of it is over now that Rose has been tamed, so just hang in there."
She just nodded her head, still nuzzled into his neck. Breathing his delicious manly scent.
"How are you and Miranda getting along?" he asked.
Miranda was nothing like she’d expected. She’d always assumed Miranda was a snooty, richy-rich slut that liked to use her body to get what she wanted. Instead, she turned out to be super nice, incredibly loyal to Jack.
"Great. I’m glad you soul bonded her. She’s fun! She’s even been giving me some tips and ideas. I’m looking forward to trying them with you."
As soon as she asked, she felt his thing getting hard. She still remembered the way it felt in her hand that day. Silky smooth, hot, and hard. She could also feel his excitement through their connecting.
"Hmmm, that sounds like fun," he rumbled. She loved it when he talked like that. His voice wasn’t too deep normally, but sometimes the way he talked was just...mmmm.
She didn’t reply, just kissed his neck and gently bit him.
"Do I need to throw cold water on you?" he teased.
She was getting hot, and she knew she’d regret it if her first time was in his soul space. She wanted to be with him for real for their first time.
Sitting up, she reluctantly said, "I.. think I should head back to my office."
He grabbed her face and gave her a quick kiss, sending tingles down her spine. Then he gently pushed her off his lap.
"Go on then. Go stand in the cold rain in your weather room. Cool off."
She nodded. It was a good idea. As she turned to walk a way, he smacked her ass, hard. It burned, and she didn’t like it. But that was the point. He knew she didn’t like it and did it to help her cool off.
As she headed to her weather room to cool off, she again wished the FIS would get off their asses and finally prosecute those vile Cascade Marketing ass hats.
Miranda spotted Madison leaving the couch room and rushed in, eager to be with Jack. Even though she got to sleep with him every night, she still craved his touch, his attention.
Her desire for him was so intense, so pervasive, that it left her perpetually aroused and she had to wear panty liners to keep her pussy juices from soaking through her underwear.
As soon as she entered the couch room, he moved to one end of the couch and turned sideways to face the other end.
"Have a seat, Miranda," he said, pointing at the other end of the couch.