We wake up late after a glorious night. I turn to him and grin, no longer caring what my mascara is doing.

He rolls on top of me and kisses me, stroking my face affectionately. I want more but he pulls away, wanders off.

I sigh with utter happiness and lean back against the pillow, watching the silhouette of his gorgeous naked body move around in the dimness of his bedroom.

“Are we ready for light?” he asks as he places my coffee on the table next to the bed.

“Sure,” I say, yawning and stretching, basking in the warm rays of sunshine that flood over my body as he opens the blinds.

My phone pings, but I don’t even glance at it. I’m not planning to answer whoever it is, anyway. Not at least for a couple of hours.

“Matthew Jones?” Jackson asks, seeing the name on the screen. “Isn’t that the guy from your work?”

“Yeah,” I say, sipping my coffee.

“What’s he doing texting you on a Sunday morning? Isn’t that’s a bit weird.”

“Oh, he’s probably just giving me some info for next week. I told you I’m going to be working for him for a while.”

“You didn’t tell me that,” he says frowning, “I thought you finished everything that night.”

“Yeah, exactly. We finished putting it all together now my team and I will be working on it and liaising with him. He’s the guy on the other end, you know?”

He frowns again. “He must have feelings for you.”

“He barely knows me. And he’s short-staffed. It just made sense, there’s nothing more to it.” I look at him and smile slyly. “Are you a little bit jealous?” I poke him affectionately in the side.

“Of that little surfer kid? Ha. Not a chance.”

But I can tell otherwise and something inside me loves the fact that my beautiful Jack Sausage is feeling a little possessive over me.

I put down my coffee and lie on top of him on the bed. We’re completely naked. The feeling of his skin next to mine is just wonderful.

“Look,” I tell him, gazing deep into his gorgeous green eyes. “He did get a bit flirty when we went out for dinner that night, but I put him straight immediately. He’s friend-zoned. I promise.”

His face softens and those gorgeous dimples appear again. “Maybe I’ll have to put him straight myself, just to make sure.”

I giggle. “What are you going to do, challenge him to a duel or something?” I know it’s silly but the idea of two gorgeous men fighting over me gives me a bit of a kick.

He rolls his eyes. “I’m serious. I don’t want him getting any ideas.”

“It’s fine. He won’t.” Then I lace my fingers in his hair, and softly steering his head towards me, I kiss him until he kisses me back and wraps his arms around me.

He brushes his lips down my neck, barely touching the skin. His lips feel softer, more luxurious than ever. I roll my hips, drawing him up and down my wet cleft. He enters me and my head rolls back, exposing my neck to him.

I whisper his name, “Jackson…”

I feel as if the rest of the world has dropped away and there is no one and nothing else other than us, this precious intimacy, and connection between our bodies. The exquisite gentleness of his shaft entering me inch by inch makes me moan. His hand caresses my breast. My body moves and bows, but almost as if in slow motion. I feel it all—the passion, the desire, the throbbing need. His tongue probes my mouth as his thumb finds my clit and slowly circles it. I shiver with the sensation.

He is fully inside me now and we are both breathing hard.

“Oh, Jackson,” I whisper again and again. Helpless to the wash of emotions and sensations filling my body.

I suck his on tongue, mindless with bliss, as he enters and withdraws out of me. Like the tide, the moment is smooth, relentless. It reminds of something that will last forever and ever. It’s beyond beautiful.

Jackson tenses. I know what that means. “Don’t stop. I’m nearly there,” I breathe.

His thumb moves in faster circles, heightening the pleasure, as he continues to slowly slide in and out of me, each movement a finely tuned play of muscles, bone, and sinew. All of it for my pleasure. And the pleasure is intoxicating. I’ve never been this intimate with anyone before. His thumb moves steadily, patient but wanting something from me.

I begin to breathe deeper and faster. My hips push back against his, seeking him, reaching out for that gorgeous release. I feel his cock swell inside me, filling with blood, becoming harder and more insistent.

Gone are the slow, tender thrusts, the caresses, the hypnotic kisses, the vast control. What remains is a wild hunger that pounds into me. Intense, it pushes me over the edge. Inside that passionate, hungry embrace, my body begins to shake uncontrollably, but he doesn’t stop, doesn’t let up. Like the ocean he just keeps going, thrusting as deep as he can into me. An involuntary scream tears through me as I begin to soar—each breath that heaves out of me brings forth new ecstasy.

I’m shuddering, bucking, and spasming. Lost.

From far away, I hear him say my climax is the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. Then he gives into his own pleasure. Our tense bodies meld, we rock against each other, both desperate to make it last. We stay like that, locked together, Jackson inside me, as our orgasms slowly ease away. We want to hold the moment to us, but it ebbs away like morning dew.

He is first to speak, his voice full of awe, “That was so beautiful.”

“I know,” I whisper. “I didn’t want it to be over.”

His eyes fill with light. “There will be more. Many more.”

“Promise?”

“Promise,” he says softly.

I still can’t believe what happened. “Nothing like that has ever happened to me before.”

He looks deep into my eyes. “Me neither.”

I touch his face tenderly. “I’m glad.”

“Do you want to go back to sleep for a bit?”

“No, I have to go and check on Draco,” I say, and reluctantly pull myself away from him. “I need to feed him and give him his meds.”

“You can bring him in here if you like?” he offers.

“Are you sure?”

He smiles gently. His face is still softened with the intensity of our coupling. “Of course, I’m sure. Tyrion will love the company. Why don’t you go and do what you need to do and I’ll start making some breakfast? We can take them both for a walk, after that.”

“A short walk, though,” I say. “Draco needs to start getting some exercise again, but the vet had said not to rush anything. Little by little.” Talking about mundane things. helps bring me back down to earth. Slowly, the magic is easing, but it is not all quite gone.

“Okay,” he says.

“Oh, and my Mom is coming by later. Just to warn you. You don’t need to be around for it if you don’t want to.”

He smiles. “I’d love to see her again. Try and clear the air after last time… that was a little awkward.”

I grin. “Yeah, it was more awkward for me, thank you! Standing there in my camisole which Mom thought was a top!”

“Um…I don’t think so. I was hiding my hard-on with a cushion, remember?”

We both crack up thinking about it.

“That seems like such a long time ago,” I say. I can’t believe how nervous I’d been around him that evening.

“The night of the dreaded lovecake.” He sniggers.

I punch him hard in his side.

“Okay, you’ll pay for that.” He lunges for me, but I’m too quick for him. I evade his hands, roll of the bed and end up falling on the floor. He looks down at me from the edge of the bed. “Are you all right?”

“Why wouldn’t I be? I’m just going to do some push-ups,” I say and start doing some push-ups.

He is still laughing as I pull on some leggings and a T-shirt. He stops though, when I tell him I can feel his cum running out of me.

I quickly run across to my place where Draco is eager to see me. “I know. I know. I’ve been leaving you alone too much. All that is going to stop now and I’m going to take you with me all the time now.”

As if he understands he starts waging his tail furiously and making that almost purring sound he makes when he is very, very happy. I take him to the kitchen.

“Good boy, Draco,” I coo, stroking his head, as he wolfs down his food. I’m glad his appetite is finally coming back after the op.

Then I give him his medication, grab his blanket, and take him back to Jackson’s, from where delicious smells of bacon and eggs cooking waft into our noses. Draco’s nose twitches away and I think maybe, he’ll be allowed a tiny bit of bacon.

Just this once.