Reminding myself that fucking Mallory is a complication that I do not want, since Aria would likely kill me if I did so, and Aria is the sister I never had growing up so her opinion matters, I do what I planned to do. I attach the photo to an email, and once I add in Liam’s email address from my contacts, I type: You took what was mine. Now I’m taking what’s yours, and then I hit send.
Even if I’ve accepted that professionally we are often matched, personally he will always lose. I set my cellphone down on the side table, and there’s the creak of a floorboard, garnering my attention. When I lift my head, the world around me suddenly gets slow and quiet. I’m convinced that my eyes are betraying me.
Against the bathroom’s doorframe, Mallory leans, her head tilted slightly to the left, one hand on her hip. I allow my gaze to roam over her, from her face with pinkish cheeks down the long line of her neck to her teardrop-shaped breasts with those dark nipples I caught sight of earlier. My cock swells to the point of pain at the beautiful curve of her hip, the softness of her belly to her neatly shaved sex that I only see hints of as her legs are crossed. I slowly look into her eyes, which are screaming fuck me now, and I arch a single eyebrow at her. “It appears you have left your clothes in the bathroom.”
“Gathered that, did you?” Her mouth twitches. She stays put, tempting me, and adding seductively, “You paid money for me. Good money. A lot of money.” Her voice is so sensual and playful. It shouldn’t belong to someone who looks so innocent. “Might as well make it dirty money, and get your money’s worth.”
Amused now, I lean back in my seat, regarding her, slinging my arm across the top of the couch. “Mallory, what are you doing?”
“Playing a game.” She slowly begins to move toward me, swaying her hips like she’s done this a thousand times before. “Isn’t that what you wanted to do? Wasn’t that your plan this entire time? To play a game. Albeit, yours is a different type of game, but this is mine.”
When she stops directly in front of me, I openly scan over the body available to me. Oh, what a treat it would be. I focus on her face again, and even I hear the deepness in my voice. “What game are you playing, sweetheart?”
“Where I’m yours for the next two days.”
I hold her stare fiercely, and it’s then I see the slight flicker. The little worry that I’ll reject her. That split second of indecision where she’s wondering if she made a big mistake by doing something so bold. I’m sucked in, owned in this moment by her. I rise to my feet, closing in on her naked flesh, absentmindedly sliding my hand across her lower back, pulled by something I can’t control. “Since you’ve got this all figured out, what happens next?”
She presses against me, sliding her hands up my bare chest. “You get naked.”
Chapter 3
Mallory
My heart is banging against my chest when I slide my hands up Jackson’s face bringing his mouth to mine. He has his plan, I have mine. While I’ve never done anything this bold, this daring, I can’t stop myself. Sure, I’ve always been the girl who only sleeps with boyfriends. I’ve never even had a one-night stand before but in the seconds before I put on my clothes in the bathroom, I realized I have nothing to lose. It’s not like Jackson is of a high moral standard. He sleeps with anything with tits and ass. I should know, Aria tells me all about his revolving lovers. All I have to gain is to have the hottest sex of my life with the one and only Jackson Keller.
His lips are soft and his kiss is sweet, slowly pulling me in. God, he knows how to take my mouth and own it, until I’m melting under his touch. There’s a confidence in the way he kisses that I’ve never known before. It’s in the way his lips move in perfect rhythm with mine. When he wraps his strong arms around me, yanking me against him, everything inside of me wakes up, as if parts of me have been asleep for far too long, waiting for his touch.
Obviously decided to go ahead with this, he lifts a hand, threading his fingers into my hair, and deepens the kiss. That’s when I realize I don’t control shit. And certainly, most of all, not him.
His tongue thrusts into mine roughly, demanding I react to his passion. And as I do, heat comes alive between my thighs. Suddenly, he’s stepping forward, sending me back until my back hits the wall with little care if it would hurt me. This is what I want.
Him. Unleashed.
I could always see this side of him during meetings, simmering there beneath the surface of professionalism. All power, pure masculinity, total seduction.
When he presses his muscular body against mine, he proves the difference between his body and mine. Where he’s hard, I’m soft. I release a moan, lost in his intensity when he grabs my leg, wrapping it around his hip so he can boldly grind his cock against my sex. That’s the difference between other guys and this guy. He takes whatever he wants.
I want him to take it all.
Desperate for more, I shift my hips, grinding against him, and reach for more from his mouth.
He growls, pulling my lips away from his with his fisted hand in my hair. “I shouldn’t be touching you.”
I note the strain in his voice and reopen my eyes, and I’m momentarily stunned by the view. The intensity on his face catches the breath in my throat. Eyebrows drawn, his gaze is locked on me, and damn, it’s a powerful thing to have all of Jackson’s heady focus. “Why shouldn’t you be touching me?” I barely manage, wondering what I can do to get him naked.
That damn sexy eyebrow slowly arches. “You belong to Liam.”
“I belong to no one.”
He gives a quick smile. “Is that so?” His hand hasn’t left my hair, pinning me right to him. His rich, seductive eyes search mine before they scan over my lips. Somehow that long regard is the sexiest way anyone has ever looked at me. It’s like he’s seeing me for the first time, looking right into what makes me tick, and I can tell he likes what he sees.
When his gaze returns to my eyes again, his are smoldering. “A game, you said earlier,” he murmurs slowly, carefully almost. “Is that what you’re looking for, Mallory?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Can you handle just sex?”
I snort softly. “I am the one standing here naked, am I not?”
That smile is back on his face, his fingers sliding from my hair. He takes a full step back, his gaze roaming over me, from my head to the tips of my toes and then back up again. This time, his regard feels different. It’s like he’s exposing me more, even though I’m already naked.
When he finally breaks away and turns, I release the breath I didn’t know I’d been holding. I quickly inhale again, clenching my fists, hoping to God he’s not walking out the front door because (a) I’m horny, and (b) I will never be able to face him again. Like, ever!
Thankfully, he skips the door and moves to the big windows, grabbing a small black remote off the cabinet then angling it toward the Bose music system. A sensual song reminding me of something I’d heard once in a jazz club soon spreads out into the room. When he glances over his shoulder, he’s as focused as I’ve ever seen him. I’m only reminded how little control I really have where it comes to Jackson. He’s not the type of guy you can control. I might have started this tonight. That penetrating look in his eyes tells me he plans on finishing it, if he decides to see this through.
And that’s the feeling I get from him. He’s still undecided.
He gives that mesmerizing half-grin, and takes a chair from the table and sits down. Legs spread wide, in a gesture that is as sexy as it is clear, he arches a single eyebrow again. “Dance for me.”
I swallow. Deeply. He’s daring me. Maybe even challenging me and pushing my limits to see how far I plan to take this game of ours. I’m all in. Two years, I’ve built up the fantasy of Jackson Keller, imagining how a powerful man like him would be in bed. Touching me. Tasting me. Fucking me. I need to find out if the real deal is as good as what I’ve dreamed up.
This is my only chance.
Determined to see this through, I push p
ast the nerves threatening to stop me. I shut my eyes and feel the beat of the music, slowly circling my hips back and forth. When I’ve found my rhythm, I reopen my eyes, finding his penetrating stare narrowed on me. He’s as cool and calm and collected as always, when I slide my hands down over my sides and my thighs, circling my hips, teasing him.
I want to break through to the man who can’t control himself. I want to drive him fucking crazy. I drag my hands back up my sides to my breasts and squeeze them, running my fingers over my face until I slide my pinky finger in my mouth. When I drag it across my bottom lip and circle my hips, he sits up straighter now. A look down and heat floods me at the bulge in his shorts. I feel powerful arousing him.
With the music still flowing around me, I slide my hands through my hair, tipping my head back, getting into the music and falling into the heat between us. I turn to the side, sliding my hands through my hair until I have my index finger in my mouth again. I suck on it, pretending it’s his cock, and then drag my finger down the center of my chest, all the way to my sex.
I can’t look away from him when I slide my fingers between the junction of my thighs, finding myself hot and wet. For him. It’s the intense way he’s watching me. I want him badly. I can easily imagine that it’s his hand touching my sensitive clit. I moan and squeeze my heated flesh, continuing to circle my hips to the music, teasing him with the way I caress my body.
When I moan again, feeling the zings of pleasure being fed to my clit, he breaks away from his statue-like state and hooks a finger at me.
With electricity burning brightly between us, I close the distance, climbing onto his lap, my hands on his shoulders. He’s leaning forward, and I take that opportunity to press my breasts against his face.
He gives a low moan clenching my stomach, and moves to reach me. I swat his hand away. “No touching.”
Both brows arch now. “I’m not allowed to touch you?”
“Those are the rules in the clubs, are they not?” I ask, faking that saying it isn’t painful. I want his touch. I also want him hungry.
He grumbles but plays along, grasping the edge of the chair.
I like the way he’s watching me, staring at me boldly. It doesn’t make me shy. If anything, it makes me braver. Remembering what I’ve seen in movies before, I slide my hands across his chest, every so often brushing my bare sex against the front of his shorts. I feel his erection. He’s big. I know that from the definition I saw outside with his wet clothing on.
Feeling playful, I grasp my breasts and fondle them, right in front of his face. To tempt him. I squeeze my nipples and moan, never stopping rolling my hips, making him imagine me fucking him.
He’s looking from my breasts to my sex grinding against him to my eyes again, almost as if he’s mapping out where he plans to touch me. My clit throbs under the weight of his stare, the promise there. Maybe he thought I wouldn’t go through with it. Perhaps he thought I’d do a shitty job dancing for him and he wouldn’t be turned on. Though what he doesn’t understand is how much I’ve wanted him. And I’ve certainly thought of doing much dirtier things with him than dancing for him.
Ready to take this into the final step, I slide off his lap and turn around, shaking my bum for him. Doing maybe the boldest thing I’ve ever done in my life, I spread my legs and bend over at the waist, exposing all of myself to him. His low growl rises goosebumps across my flesh. I slowly begin to stand, but suddenly, he’s got me in his arms, and he’s turning me into him, instantly capturing a kiss.
This kiss is different. It’s a raw, unleashed type of kiss that nearly melts my bones.
Soon, though, it’s done and he’s backing away. “There is only one set of rules, Mallory. Mine.” He grabs my waist thrusting me up against his erection until I’m dry humping him in a steady rhythm.
I moan, vocalizing what he’s doing to me, and he reaches underneath me. He opens his shorts and slides them down. It’s then I realize when I’d been dancing he’d secretly taken out a condom from somewhere, maybe his wallet. He opens the wrapper with his teeth, and then beneath my sex, he’s rolling the condom onto his cock. Though his mouth is back on mine, while I feel him keeping us safe, all I want is him inside me. I slide my hands across his face, wrapping them around the back of his neck. He reaches for my hips and lifts me then slowly lowers me onto him. My moan follows his low throaty growl. A slight pinch follows into immense pleasure when he finally settles in deep.
I lean away from his kiss to catch the intensity in his eyes before he does something I’m not used to with my ex-lovers. He gets the job done. His fingers grip my sides, and I’m bouncing on him hard and fast, his fierce gaze locked onto mine. Pleasure melts my body, softening my muscles and my jaw, until he has me riding him in a steady rhythm that has my head tipped back, my breasts pushed out toward him.
He takes the opportunity to suck on a nipple deeply, and I become undone. I’ve had men take me slow, take me sensually. Jackson is somehow taking me to places I’ve never gone. His cock brushes against the perfect spot inside, forcing me higher and higher, until I gasp, shocked by the force of my rising climax. “I. Am. Going. To. Come.” I want this. I need this. I squeeze his shoulders, rocking my hips back and forth against him, hoping he can deliver on his promise.
“Yes, Mallory, you are,” is all he says.
I lose sight of him, shutting my eyes, when he releases his hand on my hip to cup my breast. When his mouth latches onto my other nipple and he sucks deep, that’s all it takes. I lose any sense of reality, exploding into my orgasm that somehow wakes me up and drains everything out of me all at the same time.
I’m slumped on him, my head resting on his shoulder. His hands stroke my back, waiting me out to recover, my inner muscles squeezing his dick. When I finally lift my head, he’s grinning. “I like the way you come,” he says.
I laugh softly, embracing the orgasmic glow. “How do I come?”
“Without restraint.” He thrusts his hand into my hair and growls, “In fact, I like it so much I want to see it again.” His fingers only tighten in my hair when he rises. Then I find myself kneeling on the chair, my hands gripping the back of the seat. He’s got my head angled back, arching my back and his firm slap on my bum causes an unexpected shiver. I moan, somehow needing more of that intensity when I feel the tip of his cock at my entrance seconds before he’s back inside of me.
There’s no misunderstanding who’s in charge.
His pelvis slaps against my ass, and as his hand swats my warm bum, I moan into the pleasure he’s offering. Another swat…and another…and another…and I’m shivering and gasping. Whether it be from the slight sting of the hits, the way he’s tugging on my hair, pinning me exactly where he wants me, or how he’s rough in the ways I’ve always wanted, my inner muscles are responding to his hard cock driving inside me.
I gasp when he tugs my head farther back and blankets my body with his.
“I like how I make this sexy body shake.”
My eyes roll back into my head when he thrusts harder. “Yes,” I rasp.
His fingers tighten in my hair, my neck straining and yet only building more raw pleasure. Another slap. “Treat my cock to a little squeeze, sweetheart.” I flex my inner muscles, and he gives a deep groan. “Yes. Fuck. Again.”
I do as I’m told; the pleasure building and building. His cock grows thicker inside me, soaring intensity into every molecule of my body. Another slap, and as his fingers burn across my flesh, everything inside of me breaks open, awakening in ways that change the very way I process pleasure. I sense myself shaking, quivering from the inside out, and hear my piercing scream that I don’t recognize. Then I’m exploding, mindless to anything but the pure satisfaction ripping through me.
This time, he crashes over the edge with me.
Chapter 4
Jackson
An hour later, under a clear blue sky and a hot sun, I place my paddle into the water, gliding the canoe forward. Mallory sits in the front of the
canoe, seemingly perfectly comfortable paddling along. That surprises me as much as what just happened between us, and I’m still playing catch-up.
A day ago, I had no indication I’d sleep with Mallory this weekend. That had never been in the plan. Even when I noticed chemistry between us earlier, I thought I could look the other way. Apparently, her naked and offering me whatever I want erased all my objections. The second I touched her, I couldn’t stop. Though now as I paddle along with the quiet between us, I’ve come to decide I don’t regret what happened back at the cabin.
There’s something about her. Something I can’t quite put my finger on.
On the next dip of my paddle, the canoe rocks slightly against the water and I’m impressed when Mallory uses her paddle to move through the motion, keeping the canoe steady. I’ve never brought a woman up to my cabin. This place has only belonged to me. Truth be told, I’ve never met a woman who fit this type of lifestyle. The women in my life have been those who would want a yacht, a king-size bed, and a five-star dinner. Roughing it to them would be staying at a three-star hotel.
Not Mallory. She’s different, that much is clear.
When we finally reach the other side of the lake, where the trees cast shadows on the water, blanketing us from the summer sun, I lift my paddle out of the water sliding it next to my leg. “Here’s a good spot.” I reach for my fishing rod, along with the Styrofoam container holding the dirt and worms, and hastily add one to my hook.
Up ahead of me, Mallory brings her paddle into the canoe then carefully turns in her seat, facing me. She reaches for the fishing rod I’d given her earlier. “Pass those worms up.”
Totally skeptical, I lean forward and hand her the container, sure she won’t add the worm herself. A second later, she proves me wrong, digging her bare fingers into the dirt, grabbing out a worm and attaching it to her hook. I shake my head and chuckle. “You are unlike any woman I’ve met before.”
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