Angelic

“Angelic, why didn't you tell me we've done this before?” He was positioned above me, brushing the hair from my face. I was hoping to go another round, or maybe all night, before his conscience kicked in.

I couldn’t help but laugh. He knew there was some sort of past, but he wasn’t sure what or where. The guilt of not remembering was written all over his face.

Jackson Naile was not the type of man who cared if he had forgotten a name or a conquest. A small part of me wanted to string him along.

That would be too cruel, especially after how generous he had been.

“Believe me, if you have done this,” I took his hand and ran it up and down my body, “you would remember.” I snickered, letting him think he was too full of himself.

“But there is something?”

I knew there would be a very good chance that a memory would surface. He said he would always remember my eyes and that kiss. It was time to find out exactly how much he remembered and what that night meant to him.

I wasn’t going to let him stew any longer.

“Yes, there was something.” I faced him and propped myself up on one elbow. “The reason you call me Angel is because that’s what you have always called me, even when you had no idea who I was.”

“My guardian angel, the one who drove me home that night from the park. That was you.” The pieces were beginning to fit together. I saw the recognition in his eyes.

“Yes, I was in the park when you sat yourself beside me on the bench. Do you remember what we talked about?”

“I had turned up at my father’s office and discovered how he conducted after hour business with his female employees. I remember being disgusted with him and I got drunk and ended up in the park talking to an angel.”

“You called me Angel and I thought at the time you knew who I was. You talked and I listened. I talked then you listened. Then you asked me to drive you home. We were still living in the dorms at boarding school. Your class was getting ready to graduate. It was your last week there.” I brushed the hair from his brow and caressed his face.

“You were really drunk and I was really stupid.” I looked into his eyes, ready to confess my transgression. “When I pulled into your parking spot, no one was around to help get you to your room. You were barely coherent.”

I took a deep breath, “I helped you to your room. You told me I was beautiful. No one had told me that before. I sat beside you on the bed…” my pause must have been longer than I thought.

“Fuck, did I hurt you? Why didn't you say anything?”

”You didn’t do anything wrong, Jackson.” I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “ I took advantage of your inebriated state. I straddled you, right there sitting on your bed in your dorm room. We kissed the most amazing kiss for what seemed like hours.”

“I remember that kiss and your eyes. They have been haunting me since I saw them today.” He was a lot calmer than I had always envisioned in my mind when I finally had the nerve to tell him what I had done.

I couldn't help but laugh. “You said you would never forget that kiss or my eyes.” I lowered my head and buried it in his chest. I did not have the nerve to look at him when I confessed what happened next. He placed his finger under my chin and raised my head.

“Whatever happened, don't be afraid to tell me what I did.”

I was in shock — he still was not understanding he wasn’t the one who was to blame, I was.

“I’m not afraid, I’m embarrassed.”

“Did you think if you came forward no one would believe you because I was rich and you were a scholarship student?”

I slid off the bed and wrapped myself in the robe sitting on the chair and sat. “Fuck, you’re not getting this. You did not do anything wrong. I took advantage of you. I encouraged you, and if you had not passed out on me, I would have given you my virginity, right there. I was young, I didn’t think of the repercussions if something happened. Someone like you told someone like me that I was beautiful. I can’t explain it. Spending hours talking, taking care of you, getting you home safe and in bed. I felt something foreign, exciting, liberating.”

“Was tonight about finishing something you started back then? Was I taken advantage of again?” It was hard to gauge his emotions.

“Yes and no, I had actually planned on seducing you after the wedding.” I smiled at him lying naked on the bed. It was hard to concentrate on anything else.

“The next day when you sobered up, you kept telling everyone about your guardian angel.”

“If you knew I was looking for you, why didn’t you tell me?” He didn't sound hurt; confused maybe, but not angry or upset.

“Like I said, I was embarrassed and after that kiss, well, you weren’t the only one who had a hard time forgetting it. I knew I would never be satisfied being that close to you again and not be able to have more than a kiss. It was common knowledge that you did not sleep with jailbait and well, I was jailbait.”

“Was your entire purpose for this weekend solely to get nailed?” Now he sounded hurt.

“No, my purpose for this weekend is to be the best wedding photographer I know I can be.”

“I hear a but.” He rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling.

I walked to the bed and gently slapped the side of his face like I did earlier that day. “See, I knew you were not as dumb as the tabloids print. When I found out your firm was handling the PR for the grand opening, I hoped I would get my second chance.”

“Second chance to what, give me your virginity? I think we are both a little late for that.” He pulled me on top of him and began to untie the robe. “I might be willing to let you take advantage of me again, though. Now that you’re not jailbait.”

I let out an exasperated sigh. “How can you be so understanding? I left you wondering for years what happened that night. Fuck, Jackson, I almost...” I left the word hanging in the air between us. I couldn’t bring myself to utter that ugly word.

“I know what happened, my guardian angel made sure I got home in one piece. Everything else is water under the bridge.” He laced his large masculine fingers with mine and brought them to his heart. “For the record, you’re still the most beautiful woman I have ever met.”

He removed the robe and tossed it beside the bed and caressed my naked body. “The most beautiful woman I have ever nailed.” His face split with the wicked grin that had every one of my nerve endings tingling. Every sense heightened. He leaned in and kissed my forehead. “The most beautiful woman I have ever made love to.”

I was on overload. My brain reminded me this was Jackson Naile and he had used those words countless times in the past. My heart wanted to believe every word and give him everything I had. I could smell my sex on him and it made me wet. I saw his cock springing to life and I knew he was ready for round two.

“Can we take this to the shower?” I asked shyly. It wasn’t sure why I wanted him clean before I took advantage of him again. Why I wanted to be clean for him. It was like if I could wash away the guilt and the shame, we could start over. This time without waiting for the other shoe to drop.

“I can’t use these condoms in the shower.” He was direct about what he wanted.

“You won’t need a condom for what I plan to do.” It was my turn to make him come. To make him tell me what he wanted. He didn't ask me to beg. I never begged. I would return the favor. I got the impression he enjoyed being on equal ground.

Had no one challenged his dominance in the bedroom before? After the way he masterfully played every cord of my body, I doubted it. I had a few surprises of my own.

He may have given me the best sex of my life, but that did not give him permission to take control of my body. Mr Jackson Naile was going to understand what it was like to get nailed.

I wanted to give him unknown pleasure. I had an entire weekend to enjoy getting nailed by Jackson.

That was exactly what I planned to do. I would share his bed, let him fuck my brains out until I passed out from the cosmic orgasms. And at the end of the weekend, I would walk away and let him continue to be the womanizing Jackson Naile.

I hoped a weekend was enough to get him out of my system.