Topping off her glass of wine, she set it on the table next to her plate and grabbed another beer out of the refrigerator for Jackson just in time for his return. “Hey, babe, perfect timing!” she said, as she smiled at him.
Grinning back, he grabbed a seat at the table across from her and looked down at his plate as he lifted his fork. “This looks and smells amazing, Jadie.” Spearing a piece of beef, he brought it to his mouth and moaned. “Outstanding Jade. Really excellent, hun!”
She smiled, very pleased. She loved to cook; especially for Jackson. He enjoyed and ate with gusto everything she made, even when she didn’t think the meal turned out that well. He was always so encouraging. She loved how supportive he was of everything she did.
Working for a small design company after she graduated from college, Jackson had encouraged her to pursue her own business. She loved what she did and was treated very well by the company she worked for, but she wanted to own her designs, wanted her name associated with her products, not someone else’s. She was hesitant to leave her well-paying job and make the move, but Jackson convinced her that with his business doing well, he could support them while she set up her own. It really was a smart move for her. She had earned a solid reputation as a jewelry designer with her company, so when she started Jaded Designs, she already had boutiques and stores ready to buy. She had grown to the point that she now had employees, including a personal assistant, to help her. It was a small company, and she preferred it that way; slow and steady growth was a smart way to expand.
They’d met right after college. He had just graduated from Seattle University with a degree in Criminal Justice, and she was a business major from the University of Wisconsin, who took a job with a small jewelry manufacturer. It was there that she discovered her love of design. She was good at the business aspect of it, but spoke at great lengths with the people on the design team. After submitting a few drawings and ideas, she’d started the slow process of switching her field. Luckily, one of the women who showed her the ropes left, and she was able to make a move to the design department. With her business experience and knowledge, the company began to grow.
“Thanks, Jackson. You seem to like everything I make!”
“Well, everything you do, you do it well!” he said, as he raised his beer bottle in an informal toast.
Lifting her glass, she raised her eyebrow and grinned. “Why thank you, kind Sir.” The rest of the meal was pleasant. Light conversation flowed with flirtatious chemistry between the two. She adored and loved Jackson.
After dinner, Jackson helped clear the table as she washed the dishes, which again piqued her curiosity because that was not part of the norm. Usually, it was off to the study so he could catch up on paperwork, monitor his surveillance cameras, or catch up with David. She knew David was in Disneyland with his family this week, so perhaps things were slow. Whatever it was, she was glad to have a little extra time with him.
Chapter Three
She and Jackson retired to the den after dinner; Jackson watching a little TV and her curled up next to him, working on a few designs. Every once in a while, she would glance at him and smile. He was ruggedly handsome. Of course, that was the first thing that she’d noticed about him when they met. His wavy, dark brown hair and warm, earthy, olive skin was a stark contrast to his golden, amber eyes. His strong, chiseled jaw and dimpled chin were her favorite features. He definitely was aging well.
Most of her friends thought he was hot and often told her how lucky she was. She loved Jackson with all of her heart, and she was happy. There was just something missing, something that would make her whole. Jackson knew she’d experimented with other women in college. She’d convinced herself that it was just that, curious experimentation. She loved men and could never imagine not being married to Jackson. Up until a few months ago, she would never have imagined having an affair with Sydney. But one night while Jackson was working late, and a few bottles of wine had been shared, they’d let their inhibitions go. That small spark, that flirtatious attraction, blossomed into something so much more. That night there was nothing more than some hot making out and light touches, but when Syd left, she was burning from the inside out. Something had been ignited within her. A consuming desire that only being with Sydney could satisfy.
“Ready to turn in, Jadie?” Turning her head, she looked at Jackson stretching and nodded.
Pointing the remote at the TV, he turned it off and stood, reaching his hand out to her. His large, warm hand engulfed hers as he tugged her to a stand, and smiling, she tossed her drawing pad and pencil on the coffee table. Wrapping one arm around her, he brought his hand to her face and gently tucked her hair behind her ear, his warm, smooth fingertip grazing her cheek. Raising his eyebrow, he mischievously smiled at her. “I hope you’re not tired, my little Jadie. I have other plans in mind.”
The look in his eyes and the deep, alluring tone of his voice sent a shiver down her spine. “Is that so? And what exactly are those plans?” she flirtatiously replied, while tracing a line slowly down the middle of his chest with her finger.
Leaning down, he placed a quick kiss on her lips then wrapped his other arm around her, pulling her against his body. She felt his already hardened cock against her abdomen as he smirked. “Plans to have you screaming my name over and over, how does that sound?”
“Mmmm,” she moaned. “Sounds great.” Her voice was barely audible as she pressed her body against his, rubbing herself against his bulge.
She bit down on her lower lip and smiled. He hissed and groaned, taking her hand and quickly leading her toward the bedroom, tugging her and keeping two steps ahead of her the whole way. As soon as they cleared the bedroom door, he spun her around. The dark look of lust in his eyes surged right to her core.
*****
“Strip, now. Take it all off!” The look she gave him made his cock jerk. Her eyes widened, obviously surprised by his take-charge demeanor. The way her lips curled up in a coy smile ramped up his need even more. Pulling his shirt over his head, he tossed it and swiftly shed his pants as he watched her strip. Fuck, she had the most beautiful body. Toned, but with curves in all the right places, luscious tits he could spend hours sucking and playing with, a slender waist, and killer ass. Scrubbing his hand over his face, he didn’t know where he wanted to start first. Crooking his finger, he summoned her over.
Seductively sauntering toward him, Jade provocatively stripped off every piece of clothing, tossing them at him as she closed the gap between them. Jackson shook his head when the little vixen licked her lips and stared at his cock, which by now was jutting straight up. As she neared him, he reached one hand around her waist and the other to the back of her neck. He tangled his hand in her hair, jerked her head back slightly and captured her mouth in a heated kiss, his tongue darting in, opening her up, and taking her with passion and fury. Her eyes were glassy when he pulled away. “Naughty girl, Jadie. I saw you looking at my cock like you want to devour it. Is that what you want?”
She nodded and swallowed between heavy breaths.
He grinned. “Well, Jade, that’s exactly what you’re going to do. On your knees.” He widened his stance as she sank to her knees. Grasping his cock, he slowly stroked up its length, holding it just below the thick rim of the crown. “Open that pretty little mouth of yours and suck my cock.”
With a cheeky, crooked smile, she leaned in and placed her hands on his thighs, her thumbs gently rubbing the coarse hairs in a circular motion. He guided his cock to her lips and brushed the smooth head over them, hissing as she darted her tongue out and swept it across the tip to gather the pearly drop of pre-come that leaked from the slit. He didn’t think he could get any harder, but when she looked up at him with her haughty smile while she savored the little drop of his essence, his cock pulsed and thickened even more.
“Don’t play with me, Jadie. Open that mouth.” He placed his hands on the side of her face and fed his cock to her, pressing forward until he felt the resi
stance of her soft palate. Their eyes locked as she swallowed, the muscles of her throat working to constrict him, making him groan. That hot wicked mouth, that luscious soft velvety cavern surrounding his shaft, felt like heaven. She knew the effect she was having on him; he could see her practically gloating, smiling—at least as much as she could with his cock buried in her mouth.
He closed his eyes and threw his head back as she began to work him. The sensation of her withdrawing his length inched him higher and higher as she hollowed her cheeks with each strong pull. The suction, blending with quick swirls of her tongue around the head of his cock, was going to be his undoing. He needed to stop, he didn’t want to come in her mouth, he wanted to be balls deep in her beautiful pussy, pounding into her, hearing her cry out as he pushed her over the edge.
As much as he hated to end this, he stepped back and pulled his cock from her mouth with an audible pop. She looked up with a look of disappointment on her face. “I need to be inside you, baby,” he said, through ragged breaths while he held his hand out to help her up, fusing their mouths together the minute she stood. “God, Jade, I love you so much.” He peered into her smoky green eyes. “Up on the edge of the bed and spread those legs.”
*****
Panting, she nodded at his request and climbed up on the bed, spreading her legs wide. She was suddenly aware of how wet she was when the cool temperature of the room kissed the moisture that coated her pussy and thighs. She loved it when Jackson took charge. As ready as she was for him, she wished he would have let her finish him off in her mouth. She wanted to taste him; she loved to see the look of ecstasy on his face while her lips wrapped around his long, thick cock and it pulsed in her mouth, releasing his warm, salty essence down her throat.
“God, Jade, you’re so beautiful, open and wet. I could stare at you all night long.” Peering down, he stood between her splayed thighs and swiped his finger through her folds. “So beautiful.” His voice, deep and gravely, made her pussy clench while she watched him bring his finger glistening with her cream to his mouth and lick her juices off. “So sweet, Jade.”
Dropping to his knees, he used his thumbs to spread the outer fleshy lips of her vulva, exposing her swollen nub. With his flattened tongue, he licked from her entrance to the top of her mound in one languid sweep. Her long, throaty moan seemed to spur him on. Opening his mouth wide, he covered her core sucking on her tender flesh, flicking her petaled inner lips with his warm tongue and lapping at her, bringing her quickly to the edge of insanity with his ministrations.
She cried out as he drew her clit into his mouth, sucking the engorged bundle. “Oh God, Jackson…Yes!”
Biting her lower lip, she mewled at the attention his wicked mouth bestowed upon her. He lapped up her juices; the wet sounds of his sucking and licking made her core throb even more. “Please, Jackson,” she pleaded. “Now…please fuck me, now,” she begged as her body bowed and thrashed. She needed to feel his thick cock filling her.
As she looked down the plane of her torso and over her mound, he grinned up at her. The juices from her core glistened on his face in the low lighting. “Oh, I’m going to fuck you alright, hard and fast.” His words echoed in her mind as he kissed her pussy one last time and then stood, positioning himself between her thighs at the edge of the bed. He rubbed the thick head of his cock through her slick folds, stroking the smooth, polished crown over her clit repeatedly before lining it up to her entrance.
With a quick snap of his hips, he filled her in one swift thrust. “Yesssssssssss.” Jade looked down to where they were joined, both of them watching as he pulled out of her. She loved to watch Jackson’s thick cock tunneling in and out of her pussy as he fucked her.
He began to thrust, taking her hard, and as promised, digging his hands into the back of her knees, he pushed her legs to her chest and pounded into her, his heavy sac slamming against her ass each time their bodies collided. Her breasts bounced to the quick rhythm he set forth. Pushing harder on the back of her legs, he deepened the angle of each stroke hitting her g-spot as he hammered into her. The force of his body pushed her further up the bed. At one point, he dragged her back to the edge before continuing. She loved it when he lost control; it was a primal mating, full of hunger and passion. The sound of his breathy grunts was almost feral.
He reached between her thighs to find her clit, rubbing it back and forth as he slowed his powerful thrusts to slow, even-tempered slams. He pressed down on her swollen nub, giving just the right amount of pressure as her cream poured out of her and trickled down the cheeks of her ass.
She felt like she was burning from the inside out, riding the edge, inching her higher and higher with each powerful thrust. “Come on, Jadie Baby…I know you’re close. I feel your pussy clamping down on me,” he ground out between thrusts.
Her orgasm consumed her, sweeping her through trembling waves as she cried out, her entire body clenching, every muscle constricting from her head to her curling toes. It was so powerful she saw stars. Flashes of white light dotted her vision, her core throbbed along with the constant rapid beat of her heart, her legs shook as Jackson pummeled into her over and over, prolonging the euphoric bliss of her release.
With one last pounding thrust, he pressed forward and came with a roar, crying out her name. His cock jerked as it shot spurt after spurt of hot seed deep within her walls. He shivered then collapsed onto her as she stretched out on the bed. Their bodies moist with sweat, he enveloped her in his arms and buried his head in the crook of her neck. Spasms wracked his body while their breathing steadied.
Finally able to speak after coming down from her orgasmic fog, she opened her eyes and looked at him as he placed soft kisses on her shoulder. He smiled, rolled off her and took her in his arms, tucking her in close to wrap her in his embrace. “Mmm…that was spectacular,” she sighed.
Leaning into her, he kissed her sweetly on the lips. “It sure was. I love you, Jade.”
Placing the palm of her hand on his cheek, she whispered, “I love you too, Jackson.”
With a pang of guilt, she watched as he swung his legs over the side, pushed off the bed, and walked to the bathroom. She knew what he was going to do; he had done it hundreds of times before. In a few minutes, he would emerge with a warm washcloth to clean her. He was a thoughtful lover and husband. Why wasn’t it enough?
Chapter Four
Heading to her car after a morning staff meeting, her cell phone beeped, signaling an incoming text. Cool Beans? A two-word question was all it said from Sydney. She knew exactly what it meant. Cool Beans was a new, relatively unknown coffee shop they’d discovered. Seattle, the known Mecca of coffee connoisseurs, had its share of upscale coffee joints; Cool Beans was a small, intimate place to meet and had great coffee and equally great desserts.
Sure, now? She shot the quick text back and got an almost immediate response back from Syd, saying she was already there. Sinking into the plush leather seats of her BMW, she locked her seatbelt and started the engine. Adjusting her Sirius Station to 16, she pulled out to Enrique Iglesias’ Be With You; the irony not lost on her. As much as she loved Jackson, she also wanted to be with Sydney.
Parking on the street just a few doors down, she locked her car and headed toward the coffee shop. Pulling open the glass door, she tilted her head down to look over the rim of her sunglasses. The coffee shop was fairly busy for the afternoon. It was so small, even just a few people made it seem like there was a crowd. Rich, dark wood tables and seating areas that held small couches and chairs lined the space. Jade spotted Sydney sitting at a bistro table in the corner by the window. Sydney looked up from her laptop and cheerfully smiled. Pointing to the counter, Jade signaled with her hands that she was going to order a coffee. Sydney nodded, lifting her cup, taking a sip of her own brew.
Walking across the tiled floor, she began to unbutton her coat. The warmth of the coffee shop felt wonderful. It was a cold wet day for March; what else was new in Seattle? The rich aroma always ass
ociated with coffee houses filled the air and scrumptious pastries and hearty sandwiches filled the glass case. After standing on the short line, Jade placed her order, paid, and stepped to the end of the counter where she waited for her drink.
Once she was handed her usual nonfat latte, she sat down as Sydney closed her laptop. “Hey, this was a pleasant surprise. Did you take the day off?”
Her friend nodded in reply. “Yep,” she chuckled. “I played hooky.” Sydney was an Administrative Assistant at University Hospital. It was a State job that allowed her to take personal days here and there. She and Sydney had met a few years back. Sydney was in charge of an auction fundraiser for the children’s wing of the hospital. She’d contacted Jade’s company to donate a one-of-a-kind jewelry design to be auctioned off. They became fast friends. Sydney had shared early on that she was bisexual. Due to her early experimentation, that had intrigued Jade. Jade denied her attraction for Sydney for a long time, trying to convince herself that Jackson was enough. She loved Jackson and never wanted to jeopardize what they had.
“I’m glad you texted me. I missed you.” She blushed slightly. It had only been a few days since they’d last seen each other, but it was just enough to feel that aching void.
“I missed you too, Jade,” Syd said, as she gazed at her.
Their conversation was light and flirtatious. Although they kept up with quick texts throughout the day, seeing Syd was like coming home—a warm feeling, grounding, and comforting. No matter what, she still had that underlying guilt about what she was doing.
“How’s Jackson?” Sydney asked matter-of-factly.
“He’s good.” Jade nodded, struggling with adding anything more. The feelings she had for her best friend were so strong, she was conflicted, but they were more than just mere attraction. She had a history with Jackson and loved him deeply. However, she felt complete in Sydney’s arms, as if she was the last piece of the puzzle that made her feel whole.
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