Jackson

I wake the next morning to Mallory’s curves. She’s on her side, her breath slow with sleep, her hair resting on the pillow as if she’d been laid out in a way to make her look even more beautiful. I glance over the smooth line of her neck to her shoulder and then down her arm where her body begins to dip down into her waist. The white sheet is low on her hip, tempting me to pull it away.

I don’t know what I’m doing. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Mallory should be staying in this bed alone, and I should be on the couch below. Those are the shoulds that should have happened during our time here. Instead, I’ve now made all of this very complicated.

I’ve never been led by my cock before. This girl, though, she’s got me wrapped up. She’s sexy in ways I don’t seem to have a shield against. I could have said no, of course, but I wouldn’t have. She’s too tempting. Maybe it’s the way she’s both sweet and daring. It’s an incredibly rare combination. I like how she melts when I touch her. I want to watch her explode around me again and again, all because I can take her there.

While I listen to her soft sleepy breaths, I can only hope she means what she says. And that what happens here won’t affect us at home. Because I don’t even want to think of what Aria will do to me when she finds out I slept with her best friend. I care what Aria thinks. We’re close, I respect her. I don’t want to be hurting anyone.

Now thinking of Aria, I slide out of bed, intending to let Mallory sleep in since we don’t have to be back inland for another couple of hours. I quietly grab a pair of sports shorts off the floor then head down the ladder, moving into the kitchen. There, I quickly make some coffee and then reach for my cellphone on the counter that I had powered off Tuesday night.

Once I turn it on, as I expected, I find a single text.

You hurt her, I’ll never forgive you.

The text from Aria doesn’t surprise me but the last thing I want to do is hurt Mallory. I never wanted to hurt her. I planned to bring her here, give her a few days of relaxing and peace, all to piss off Liam. That was the plan. When exactly had the plan gone so wrong?

I click on my email, and notice an email from a lawyer in my firm who handled the Bakker Pharmaceuticals deal. We lost the deal on Monday to Liam, so I’m not sure why he’s emailing me now instead of waiting for me to come home. I open the email and it reads, Call me.

Donny has never been one for long-winded emails. I lean against the kitchen counter and click on the phone app, calling the office. When Keller LLC’s receptionist answers, I say, “Belinda, this is Jackson, could you transfer me to Donny?”

“Yes, sir, right away,” Belinda replies.

A second later, Donny’s voices comes over the phone line. “Ah, he lives.”

I chuckle. “I do.”

A sudden creak has me glancing up, and I find Mallory climbing down the ladder in the nude. When her feet hit the ground, she turns and when her eyes meet mine, they are playful. I straighten in an instant when she slowly lowers to her knees and begins to crawl toward me.

“I’m afraid that I don’t have good news,” Donny says.

“What is it?” I ask, glancing down as Mallory stops at my feet.

“The clients aren’t happy that we lost the deal to Maxwell. They want to meet.”

I clench my jaw, still pissed I lost to Liam. Though right now Liam is the last fucking thing on my mind. Mallory is licking her lips, reaching for my shorts.

When I tuck a finger under her chin and shake my head, she gives me a sexy smile, raises a finger to her mouth to silence me. Obviously determined, she grabs my shorts lowering them to my knees, exposing my hard-on. I like the way she looks on her knees before me.

Before I can speak next, she’s got my cock in her hand and is swirling her tongue around the tip.

“Jackson,” Donny says.

I snap my head up, staring straight ahead, trying to get through this conversation while Mallory slides her lips up and down my shaft, her wet tongue tickling my hardened flesh. “Sorry, I’ve got a bad connection.” I pause, inhaling deeply as she slides her hand behind her lips, now stroking me. “That’s disappointing,” I quickly add, keeping my voice steady. “When do they want to meet?”

“Tomorrow. When are you back?”

Mallory begins speeding up now, stroking my dick perfectly and sucking me hard. My head falls back. I say through clenched teeth, “Make it for late morning.” She looks up at me then, and I’m captivated. “See you then.” I hang up the cellphone and toss it onto the counter before I smile down at her, taking her chin, demanding her gaze. “You’re so fucking dirty, and yet so fucking sweet, and it’s goddamn making me hard.”

“Good,” she whispers.

I lean down and kiss her lips good and properly before releasing her again.

She takes my cock back into her gorgeous mouth and has her fun. Sometimes she’s playful. Other times she’s intent, stroking and sucking me hard and fast, earning her moans from deep in my chest.

I grip the counter, gazing over the lines of her body, loving how pretty her hair looks resting along her back. My cock throbs, and I groan deeply, and then she’s moving faster, harder. My head tips back again, and I moan, again and again. Her mouth is perfectly tight and soaking my shaft and her hand is squeezing my dick.

When she begins to use both of her hands behind her mouth, I glance down at her. She’s looking right at me. I slide my knuckles across her pretty cheek but that single touch sucks me in. I can’t look away from her as she pleasures me with her mouth, demanding I come. Wanting to finish me. Craving to taste me.

Dark lustful eyes on me, she keeps her mouth on the tip of my swollen cock, stroking hard and fast with her two hands. While that in itself could make me come, it’s her that tips the scales. Her beauty. Her gorgeous soul. This woman.

I force myself to keep hold of the countertop, no matter how my muscles are surging to grab her head and fuck her mouth. I don’t pump my hips, I let her draw my come out. And she does, eagerly sucking me until I’m bucking, jerking, and grunting, spilling my seed onto her tongue.

When I finally open my eyes again, I find her smiling up at me. She kisses the tip of my dick. “That’s my thank-you for three incredible days.”

Like she hadn’t crawled in here and had her fucking way with me, she rises and turns to walk away.

It’s then I realize my worries were for nothing. She knew the rules for our time together. Christ, she wanted me. She had me, and now she’s ready to say goodbye to me when we land in Los Angeles. Though the moment that thought carries through my mind a possessive heat also flares through me. I don’t like the idea of not having her again. In fact, if this is the last time I will get to touch her, I’m going to own the moment, not the other way around.

I grab a condom from the box I left on the counter last night, and I stride toward her. Just as she reaches the bathroom door, I latch onto both her arms. She squeals in surprise, and that sound is a jolt to my cock. Minutes ago, I was soft. Now I’m rock hard again. My dick is pulsating to drive deep inside her. I push her gently but determinedly toward the table in the corner of the room, pressing her chest against it when we get there.

“Do not fucking move,” I growl.

I gaze upon her bent over, arms extended over the table, and I apply the condom in one quick move. She’s a beauty, and I’m so very hard when I move in behind her and enter her. I slide my hand up her back lacing my fingers through her hair, titling her head back, loving the heated smile she gives. I grab her hip and thrust against her, slowly warming her up. I reach for her breast, squeezing her in my hands, loving the way she moans, shifting her hips back against me.

Maybe it’s the softness in her moans, the sweetness in them, but I can’t seem to go slow with her. She brings out something feral in me, something I can’t control. I like making her scream. She’s fucking beautiful when she does. And I refuse to be just a fuck to her. I want to be that guy. The one she can’t ever forget.

Needing to get deeper, I reach for her leg, placing her knee up on the table spreading her wide open. I release her hair to grab her shoulder, and with the other hand on her hip, I pump my hips, intending to get us both off.

Though it’s not enough, I realize. I need to see her. I withdraw, moving to flip her over but suddenly, like she did when she pushed me in the water, she shoves me back against the wall. Her hands are on my chest, and she’s staring into my eyes, showing me what she wants.

I will refuse her nothing.

Forcefully, I grab her, crossing her arms and holding her from behind. I move her to the couch and I push her against it. I pin her with my full strength with one arm and grab the base of my cock entering her. She moans seductively and struggles beneath me, and I grin, loving this type of play.

She wants me unleashed.

I’ll give that to her, too.

I press against her shoulder blades and grip her hip, slamming my pelvis into her. Over and over again, I give her exactly what she wants, in the way she wants it, and that’s me showing her that I can—and will—control her. She struggles again, and I let her, giving her the chance to play the game she wants.

She spins out of my arms, facing me with a big smile on her face. I lurch forward and take her down to the ground, pinning her beneath me. I grasp her wrists, holding both over her head, and use the weight of my body to hold her there. I kick her legs open and then I’m back inside her.

I nip at her neck, hearing her raspy moans in my ear. She’s so fucking wet, her arousal spreading across my sac with each violent thrust. Her hips are angled up and she’s meeting me thrust for thrust. I inhale her sweet scent that holds a hint of spice, and I rock my hips, going as deep inside her as I can manage.

Still, I need more.

I rise up on my arms, keeping her wrists pinned. That’s when I meet her wild stare. It makes me move faster, harder. She’s going to come. She’s so close. Her slick heat quivers against me, nearly making me cross-eyed. My muscles burn as I pump brutally inside her. She’s so tight, so ready to blow around me. And I’m right there with her.

It’s her. All of her. This woman I never saw coming.

I feel the desperation in how I fight my climax. But when I release her wrists and her nails scratch against my back, I drop my head into her neck, allowing the pleasure to flood me. I slam my hips against her pelvis, her hot pussy convulsing around me. Heat tickles down my spine and floods my sac until there’s nothing but the way we fit together.

Many, many breathless minutes later, I can move again. I flip our positions, and she’s boneless against my chest. I wrap my arms around her, holding her, not blind to the fact of how much I like her close.

“So,” she eventually says, breathless. “We go home soon.”

I reach for her chin, bringing her gaze to mine. “Let’s think about that later.”

“But what if I am thinking about it?” she asks playfully.

I flip our positions again, hovering over her. “Then I guess I’ll have to stop you from thinking, won’t I?” I slide down, kissing my way down her torso until I reach the top of her pubic hair. “Still thinking?” I ask, glancing up at her.

“A little.” She grins.

I press a soft kiss to her clit. “And now?”

Dark sensual eyes greet mine. “Just a bit,” she says, voice raspy.

I lick her sex with the flat of my tongue. “How about now, Mallory?”

She moans.

I like that moan. Maybe more than I should. And I intend to make it louder.