by Harper Sloan
“Everything okay? Do I need to take it out?” I question as I slide in and out of her leisurely.
“Jackson…it…feels…gooood,” she moans as I pick up my speed a little.
Resting my chest against hers, I attack her mouth with mine. She always tastes so good, her soft, supple lips always eager to meet my own. As I thrust in and out of her, I kiss her reverently. This is the woman I love with all my heart, and I look forward to doing this for the rest of my life. My heart races as I feel myself getting closer to my orgasm.
“Are you close, baby?” I pant between kisses.
Her eyes fly open and we stare into each other’s eyes as we make love. The look she’s giving me says what she can’t physically say right now—that she’s about to come.
When she begins to shudder beneath me, I lose it and pour my hot seed into her. “Fuck me, Andi,” I grunt as I release the last of it. Her arms wrap around me and she pulls me close.
“That was amazing, but now we need another shower,” she giggles without letting go of me.
Looking down at her relaxed face, I smile smugly at her. “It’s going to take more than a shower to clean you up, dirty girl.”
Jackson
The server pours us each our third glass of Beaujolais Nouveau. Dinner was once again a culinary adventure as we tried foods native to the area. Andi spoons some of the crème brûlée into her mouth and moans. My eyes automatically fall to her lips as she tongues a bit of the dessert that’s smeared on them. If we were up in our suite instead of the restaurant here in the hotel, I’d clean those lips with my own tongue.
“You know that drives me fucking insane when you do that,” I growl from across the table, pinning her with my heated gaze.
Her innocent doe eyes fly to mine. “What?” she asks, confused.
“When you moan like that while you eat. It makes getting through a meal with you quite difficult,” I confess as I study her face. After our love romp earlier, she dressed in a short, form-fitting black dress and pulled her long blond hair into an updo. She dolled her face up with evening makeup, so she is turning heads even while we have a simple dinner together.
Realization hits her as she takes another bite. This time, she meets my stare and moans appreciatively at the dessert just to taunt me. My cock hardens from knowing now she’s just doing it to get a rise out of me—literally.
Leaning back in my chair, I fold my arms across my chest and narrow my eyes at her. “Keep playing your game, little girl. You may win down here, but when we get upstairs, I’ll win,” I threaten. Her cheeks redden, and I know she’s looking forward to whatever punishments I have in store. I love that she’s always game for whatever sexual fantasies I come up with.
Thankfully, the server brings our check and I sign the bill to charge to our room. I’m two seconds from dragging Andi upstairs for a good fucking. Once she polishes off her dessert—the woman never wastes her food, which is amazing, considering she’s so tiny—we stand to leave the restaurant. I place my hand on the small of her back and guide her through the tables toward the hotel lobby. Several men, even the ones on dates, turn to look at her, but I glare at them menacingly until they look away.
We reach the elevator finally and I slide my hand down to quickly cup her ass before bringing it back up to the small of her back. She glances up at me and smiles. When the doors open and we enter the elevator alone, I waste no time. I hit the button for our floor and pounce on her before the doors even finish closing.
Our mouths smash together in a flurry of kisses as I press her against the elevator wall. She tastes so fucking sweet after that dessert that would have gotten us kicked out of the restaurant had I actually acted on my thoughts. I’m still devouring her when the doors open to our floor. I grab hold of her hand and nearly drag her down the hallway to our room.
As I’m fumbling with the keycard in the door, Andi is already loosening my tie. By the time I get the door open, she’s already unbuttoned half my shirt. I drag her into the hotel room and push her against the door after it slams shut. She finished her task of freeing me from my shirt, and I toss it and the tie to the floor before attacking her with more kisses. Her hands are swift and efficient as she unbuckles my belt and unfastens my pants. As soon as the zipper goes down, they fall to the floor in a heap around my ankles.
I break from our kiss to suck on her neck. Her moans are my undoing. I shove my boxers down to free my rock-hard cock. I’m still kissing her neck as I push her dress up to her hips. Her arms wrap around my neck as I grab ahold of her ass and lift her up. Long legs latch around my waist as I use one hand to pull her panties aside. She wriggles her body so that it is perfectly lined up with my cock and pushes herself down onto it. I then begin to pound into her while she’s pushed up against the door.
Our lips find each other again and we consume each other with our tongues. She’s always so fucking wet and ready for me. I don’t think we’ll ever tire of the explosive love we make each day.
“Jackson!” she cries out and tilts her head to the ceiling.
I thrust several more times into her until I feel her pussy tighten around my cock.
“Fuck, baby,” I groan as my orgasm chases after hers.
We stay conjoined for several moments more, completely content in each other’s arms.
“I love you—this—us,” I declare as I gently kiss her lips.
She smiles happily. “Me too, Jackie.”
Jackson
The sun reflects off her hair through the tiny airplane window, once again creating the angelic halo around her. My heart breaks to see her so melancholy. This morning, she was quiet as we packed our things and checked out of the hotel. She snapped a few last pictures from the back seat of the cab on the way to the airport as if to bottle up every last experience she could. Now, as we’re thousands of miles in the air heading back home, she looks purely devastated. I said I would take her back every year, but I’m thinking of fucking moving her there now just to make her happy.
“You okay?” I question softly as I squeeze her hand that’s in my lap.
She turns to me with tears in her eyes and nods. I break our hold on our hands and put my arm around her, pulling her close. When she starts to cry in my arms, I feel my heart slice in two.
“We’ll go back soon, babe. I promise,” I say soothingly into her hair and kiss the top of her head.
Turning her head to look at me, she smiles. “Thank you for everything. I had the most amazing time. Please don’t think I’m ungrateful because I enjoyed every second more than I could ever explain.”
“I know. And I promise we’ll have many more moments just like this. Especially since Dr. Sweeney isn’t bleeding us fucking dry,” I tease even though it’s the truth. We’ve both gone from needing weekly couple’s therapy to less frequent check-ins with him.
I pull away from her to dig through my backpack under the seat in front of me. “I almost forgot—I got you a present.” Her eyes widen in surprise as I hand over the gift sack. She was busy looking at scarves for my mom in one of the shops when I sneakily bought her something yesterday.
“What is it?” she asks, taking the sack from me.
“Open it,” I instruct.
She grins at me and pulls the tissue from the top. Reaching inside, she pulls some fudge wrapped in cellophane. “Jackson!” she cries out excitedly as she rips open a corner and pulls off a piece. “Oh my God, it is to die for,” she moans loudly, earning annoyed glances from those around us.
Rolling my eyes, I take the fudge from her. Because I spent so much, the chocolate was complimentary to her real gift still at the bottom of the sack.
“Hey,” she complains and tries to steal the candy back.
“This isn’t your present, woman. Your present is still inside. You can eat this afterwards,” I grumble.
Giggling, she reaches into the sack and pulls out a small jewelry box. She opens it and gasps at the dainty necklace inside. It’s white gold with a silver E
iffel Tower charm dangling from it.
“Jackie, it’s beautiful,” she praises and pulls it from the box. Setting the chocolate in my lap, I take the necklace from her and fasten it around her neck.
“Now you can take a piece of Paris with you,” I tell her and kiss her on the forehead. When I pull away, she looks embarrassed. “What? You don’t like it? Should I have got yellow gold?” I demand, pissed that I fucked everything up.
“God, no. Lighten up,” she teases and tickles my ribs.
My stupid, loud-ass laughter booms through the plane and we get more annoyed looks. This time, I glare at them all until they turn back around.
She reaches into her backpack and pulls out something still wrapped up in the store bag. “I’m embarrassed that your gift was so nice and the one I got you is sort of lame.” Frowning, she hands it over to me. Her sad look dissipates once I hand her fudge back to her so I can open my gift. I could have saved myself a couple grand and just bought a whole pound of fudge.
Opening the bag, I smile once I look inside and see a book. Not just any book—but A L’Ecole des Sorciers. She found a shitty-ass French copy of the first Harry Potter book, but I love it—even if all the pages are dog earmarked. It’s official—I have the best fucking girlfriend on the planet.
“This is so fucking cool,” I tell her excitedly as I thumb through the abused book. She still looks nervous. “Babe, I promise you. I love it. I can’t wait to tell the guys on the website about it. They already think you’re the shit, but once they see this, they’ll love you even more. Thank you,” I tell her appreciatively.
Finally, she smiles the kind of smile that lights up the whole damn room—or in this case, the whole damn plane. The smile that she reserves only for me. And it’s in this moment that I realize that we may not be a part of the Mile High Club—or we may be leaving dreamy fucking Paris behind. But none of that matters. What matters is that she is my sun and I am her moon—together and happy in our own little universe.
The End.
My Books
The Breaking the Rules Series:
Broken (Book 1) – Available Now!
Wrong (Book 2) – Available Now!
Scarred (Book 3) – Available Now!
Mistake (Book 4) – Coming Soon!
Crushed (Novella 4.5) – Coming Summer 2014!
Disgrace (Book 5) – Coming Summer 2014!
The Vegas Aces Series:
Rock Country (Book 1) – Available Now!
Book (2) – Coming Summer 2014
Christmas at Caesar’s Palace (Book 3) – Coming Fall 2014!
Apartment 2B (Standalone Novel) – May 2014!
Moth to a Flame (Standalone Novel) – Coming Soon!
Sweet Vengeance – Coming Soon!
I want to thank my beta readers, whom are also my friends. Leann Jester, Mandy Abel, Star Price, Holly Sparks, Wendy Colby, Heather Dahlgren, and Erica Thompson, you guys provided AMAZING support. Pointing out areas that didn’t work and gushing over parts you loved, you helped boost the confidence I needed to finish what I’d started. I can’t thank you enough and look forward to sending you more of my stories in the future.
While on this journey, I made some fabulous online friends (they aren’t creepers, Mom) who’ve helped guide me along the way. Thanks to the super sexy five who love alphas just as much as I do. Your daily words of encouragement, hot pictures, and overall randomness get me through each day. Love you, Ella Fox, Harper Sloan, Crystal Aurora Rose Reynolds, Rochelle Paige, and Tessa Teevan.
Robin at Wicked by Design, you totally rocked out an awesome cover for me that I can be proud of. You made the process seamless and easy, jumping over hoops to meet my frenzied deadlines. Mickey, my fabulous editor from I’m a Book Shark, without you, my story would have about 1,376 less commas and my characters would be grossly overusing the word “said”. Thank you for not only, coming to my aide in a pinch and turning my story back to me so quickly that my head spun, but also for helping my novel be the best that it could be. Thank you Stacey Blake for tackling my chapter obsession with a smile...you might be holding a glass of wine behind your back, I can’t be for certain. Love you girl!
A huge thanks goes out to my wonderful husband, Matt. Without you, I wouldn’t have been able to make this dream possible as it took a lot of time and money. Not only did you write check after check when I “needed” something else for my book, but you also kept the children fed and bathed. Tighten those apron straps because I don’t have plans of stopping any time soon!
Lastly, thank you to all of the wonderful readers out there that are willing to hear my story and enjoy my characters like I do. It means the world to me!
I’m a thirty three year old self-proclaimed book nerd. Married to my husband for eleven years, we enjoy spending time with our two lovely children. Writing is a newly acquired fun hobby for me that has now turned into a livelihood. In the past, I’ve enjoyed the role as a reader. However, recently, I have learned I absolutely love taking on the creative role as the writer. Something about determining how the story will play out intrigues me to no end. My husband claims that it’s because I like to control things—in a way he’s right!
By day, I run around from appointment to appointment wearing many hats including, mom, wife, part-time graphic designer, blogger, networker, social media stalker, student, business owner, and book boyfriend hunter (It’s actually a thing—complete with pink camo. I lurk around the internet “researching” pictures of hot guys that fit the profile of whatever book boyfriend I’m reading or writing about).
I guess you can blame my obsession with books on my lovely grandmother whom is quite possibly my favorite person on the planet. At an early age, she took me to the Half-Priced bookstore each weekend and allowed me to choose a book. Every single time, she caved when I begged for two. Without her encouragement, I wouldn’t have been able to cope during some hard times without my beloved books.
Currently, I am finishing up my college degree that has taken me forever to complete. It’s just on the list of my many “bucket-list” goals that I subject myself to.
Most days, you can find me firmly planted in front of my computer. It’s my life. If the world ever loses power, I’d be one of the first to die—of boredom! But, I guess as long as I have books and a light, I might just survive.
Looking forward, you can expect to see two more novels in the Breaking the Rules Series. I’m nearly finished with the third. Also, I have a standalone novel that will be released soon as well.
This writing experience has been a blast and I’ve met some really fabulous people along the way. I hope my readers enjoy reading my stories as much as I do writing them. I look forward to connecting with you all!
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