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“All right. Yes. Henry gets the five million.” My lips stiffen. “Satisfied?”
“Satisfied?” She grins like a hungry tiger. “No, Joe. It would take more than that.”
She turns.
Then it happens.
Chapter Six
Jackson
I shouldn’t, I know, but before I can stop myself, my hand stretches out to stop her. To touch the top of her arm. She slopes her shoulder as she turns. Her body dips to evade me. She’s right to do that, of course.
I take my hand down. She’s turning to go. She moves like a breath of spring. And she brushes along my arm. Into my arm.
My arm slips around her waist. Her body continues turning until she’s looking up. Into my eyes. She moistens her lips before they peel apart.
She sighs. “So, what is it going to be, Joe?”
“My name is Jackson. I told you.”
“Sure, Joe.”
“Stop that.” She’s just doing it to needle me. And I won’t let that happen.
“Whatever you say, Joe.”
As she takes a breath, I have to have her close. I need to taste her lips. Feel the crush of her soft breaths against me. Pull her up to me. Her eyes flicker, up and down. From my eyes to the curl of my lip.
Shaping her lips around a column of air, she breathes in. My head tilts. Hers, too. Our mouths move closer.
Her breath tastes of coffee, vanilla, honey, and something fruity. Her hair is silky in my hand. I cradle the back of her head, running my hand up and down her back, down to grasp the thrilling swell of her round ass.
Our mouths join, and we kiss. Soft. Tender.
Then fierce. I crush her to me, squeezing her ass. Pulling and stroking her thigh as it slides up my leg. Taking her tongue with mine. Breathing her in. Breathing into her. Feeling the heat of her, sensing the hot moisture as she grinds against me. My cock feels like it will explode, grazing against her stomach. Pressing up toward her billowing tits.
Our bodies lock. Dance in the silent, urgent rhythm of our pulse. Cling and claw together.
Her hand slips around my neck, pulling me closer. Leveraging her body to arch, so her hips can slide harder against me.
The wetness of our lips glues us together. Resists as we pull apart. Her face is so close to mine. I hold her to me.
“How much of this have you never done before?”
“Can we do some more? Then I’ll tell you.”
Her leg is high, sliding the inside of her thigh against me. My hand runs up the bottom of her thigh. The silky smoothness of her sheer nylons makes my cock twitch. “I don’t want to make you do anything you haven’t done before.”
“Yes, you do.”
“All right. Yes. I do.” I kiss her again.
Her hand is warm, small and strong as she presses on my chest. Then she runs her hand over my ribs, pressing to feel each of them on her way down. I inhale when she gets to my belt.
My fingers are on the underside of her thigh. At the top. I can feel the heat of her less than two inches away.
Her hand slips into the front of my pants. Straight down, inside my boxers. Slow, hesitant, her cool fingers curl around the hot shaft of my cock. It’s heavy, fat and long. Harder than I’ve ever known it. Bigger, too. Her fingertips roll over the crown, down along the seam. She gasps, and her eyes light up as she cradles my aching balls. Then she gives them a tender squeeze.
