by Sarah Clay
I just shrug, he must know the effect his body holds. It’s not the first time I’ve been busted; I doubt it will be the last either.
When he leaves the room to go lock up, I strip out of my clothes and throw his shirt on. Bringing it to my nose and sniffing, a fresh linen smell and Jackson. It was quickly becoming my favorite scent.
“Don’t think Charlie’s very happy with me for…” Jackson's voice carried across the room as he strides in, but stopped when he looked up and locked eyes with me sitting in the middle of his bed. “Fuck.”
I look down at myself, worried I was flashing him somehow. But when I look back up to him, he’s sporting a grin.
“What?” I squeak out as he walks towards me and leans into the bed, grabbing hold of my ankle and dragging me over closer to him.
I squeal when he pulls my legs either side of him, so he’s standing in between. I can’t help but laugh at his manhandling; however, I’m cut off when his mouth collides with mine.
Kissing me with a fierceness, giving and taking it all. I push up into him, silently telling him I want more. His hands let go of my ankles to skirt up my legs, tracing a soft path over my panties, then continuing their travels up and under his shirt.
He moans into my mouth when he realizes I’d taken off my bra too. Pulling away from enough to look down between us, his hand snakes over my breasts, tweaking my nipple.
His smile widens when he hears my needy moans, his mouth quickly drops to my other nipple, flicking it roughly with his tongue.
After biting and nipping he starts trailing kisses down my stomach, when he reaches my panties his mouth opens wider, kissing me over the scrap of material. His hot breath warms me initially, but I feel Goosebumps rise all over my body when he pulls them to the side and lays a soft kiss at my core.
I raise my hips a little, wanting him to keep going. He gets the message because before I know it he’s ripping them from my legs and molding his mouth to my pussy.
I cry out, fisting my hands into his hair. His tongue flicks over my sensitive nub before he lavishes me with long deep strokes of his tongue.
I can feel how wet I am already. I should feel embarrassed but I’m too preoccupied with how amazing he’s making me feel. He’s working me up, making me crave my own release.
“This is the prettiest pussy” he groans between caressing and nipping me.
I feel his fingers trailing up and down me, coating them with my arousal; slowly edging one into my body. Pushing in gently and pulling back out. Continuing at a maddeningly slow speed. I try moving against him.
“More?” I moan in response to his question. He adds a second finger, allowing me to adjust to it; before he starts pushing deeper. I can’t get enough of the sensation.
“So tight, so wet” his voice vibrates against me.
Stroking his tongue along my folds while fucking me with his fingers. His pace quickens, tormenting me with his mouth. Moaning into the room, feeling the pressure building. I’m on edge and he knows it.
“You going to come for me, babe?” I don’t answer, I can’t; Instead, I nod.
Licking my lips before tightening my grip in his hair, holding him in place. His fingers are relentless, his mouth demanding my surrender.
“Jacks, Jacks” I pant out against him. As soon as he flicks his tongue over my clit I let go, screaming his name out. Coming apart against him.
When I’d started bucking against him and felt myself shuddering I was sure I’d heard him moaning out the word ‘mine’ before lapping up my release, but I couldn’t be sure.
He leans back up over my body, grinning down at me. I feel my face heat and cover it with my hands, hiding behind them.
I wasn’t a virgin, but it had never felt so heated before. His dirty words and talented hands had me crumbling, not caring about anything other than reaching that point.
Jackson pulls my hands away, kneeling in and kissing me so I can taste myself on his mouth.
“Don’t hide Liv, you’re beautiful. Even more so, just after you’ve come.”
I know I’m a bright shade of red now, but I don’t look away, and I don’t want to, watching on as he brings his fingers up to his mouth, sucking them clean.
His heated gaze is getting me worked up all over again. But before I know it, he’s pulling the shirt back in place over me.
He doesn’t return my panties though, just ushers me up towards the pillows; shuffling me under the blanket before joining me.
He puts his arm out for me and I instantly move into his side. Wrapping me in tightly to him and pulling my leg over the top of his; so I’m half lying on top of him. I rest my head on his chest; letting my fingers play against his chest. His lips come to rest on the top of my head.
I can feel his hardness against my thigh, shifting my leg slightly. I tease my fingers down to his erection; wanting to repay the favor. But his words mumbled into my hair stop me.
“When I come next, it’s going to be deep inside you pretty girl.”
I shift my head so that I’m looking into his handsome face, trying to garner how sincere his words are.
“You heard right. I don’t want anything coming between us. Since we haven’t spoken about that yet, it can wait. I’m not going anywhere.”
I grin up at him “promise?” I rebut.
His body shakes underneath me with his laughter before I feel his hand find mine, he tangles his little finger with my own “pinkie promise.”
I can’t hide my smile.
“I’m on the pill Jacks” I whisper back to him.
Instead of reacting how I thought he would, he guides my head back down on to his chest with a growl, “don’t tempt a man beautiful, just let me hold you tonight, but all bets are off tomorrow.”
I smile against him. I wanted him with a desperation, but I wanted to be held by him just as much. And I wasn’t going anywhere either. I got the feeling being held by Jackson was a much rarer occasion than any other activities we could have gotten up to.
∞
Waking up wrapped up in Jackson was the best possible way to wake. I’d selfishly woken him up not long after by trailing soft kisses all over his chest. His alarm had gone off five minutes later and he’d reluctantly gone for his run; Charlie had refused to go with him though. Opting to stay with me instead.
When Jackson had arrived back from his run and spotted me flipping pancakes in his kitchen, wearing his shirt and no panties, he’d stalked into the room, flipped off the burner.
And let’s just say the first place he came may not have been where he’d originally planned, but he’d definitely still came in me; my stomach contents could prove it.
After we had eaten breakfast together, we’d showered and dressed; him in a fresh suit and me in the same clothes from yesterday.
He’d huffed about me driving myself since I was going into the office today anyway. But relented when I’d pointed out that I needed a clean change of clothes and he had an early meeting that he couldn’t miss.
“Fine, but you’ll have lunch with me today”
It clearly wasn’t a question, not that I minded. Spending time with Jacks was a new favorite thing. Still, I couldn’t give it to him that easy.
I turn my back to him, while I collect my things.
“What if I already have plans?”
I hear Jackson growl before I can even turn around, he stalks up behind me, stopping when his chest hits my back.
“My office, twelve thirty sharp Liv.” He lowers his mouth from my ear to my neck, trailing kisses as he goes.
I can’t help but lean away to expose more skin for him.
“Your office, twelve thirty” I mumble out.
The jerk, clearly happy with my response, steps away and swats my butt.
He laughs when I turn a glare on him, but I can’t hold it for long before I join him.
Another quick pat to Charlie, who obviously wasn’t happy about our departure and a long heated kiss out in the driveway and th
en I took off to Coops to get changed while Jackson headed to the office.
∞
I was relieved when I hadn’t run into Victoria in the lobby of the building, she was the last thing I’d wanted to deal with after having such a good morning.
As soon as I made my way up to Coop's office and collected all of his notes, I’d gotten to work. I ended up taking all the pieces necessary to their drawing room.
They had tables set up in there specifically for the type of work I’d be doing.
There were a few other familiar faces around the workstations, one of whom was Dean; and he’d greeted me with a hug. When we discovered we were working on the same project he shifted over to share my workspace.
We’d been chatting along casually to each other while getting it all done. There was more work than Coop had originally mentioned and I knew they needed it finished quickly. So I’d blocked out everything, other than Deans conversation and knuckled down.
“Olivia” I hear Jackson's deep voice cut into the room, finally looking up from my work and taking in the room.
I notice then, it was just Dean and me left in here.
I look back to Jackson, noticing once again just how attractive he is, his tailored suit fitting him perfectly. His thick dark hair styled roughly away from his face, but right now he was looking more irritated than anything. His brows pinched together in annoyance.
I glance over at Dean but he just shrugs his shoulders, seemingly not knowing what was wrong either.
“What are you doing here, I thought we were meeting for lunch?” I ask casually, looking around for my phone.
He grunts “So did I.”
I find my phone underneath some folders and pull it free, glancing down to the screen; I notice a bunch of missed calls and texts, but four of the missed calls are from Jackson.
I peek at the time.
Shit, it was quarter past one. I glance back up at Jackson's agitated face.
“Oh my god, I am so sorry. I must have lost track of time... we’ve been able to get a lot done though.” I smile up at him, hoping he will understand it was an honest mistake.
But instead his glare is burning into the back of Dean; I stand, moving towards him slowly. He reaches out and grabs for me when I’m close enough, pulling me snug up against him. My hands instinctively go to his hard chest. His eyes still pointed solely at Dean.
“Hey…” I reach up to his jaw, redirecting him to look at me instead. “I really am sorry.”
He lets out a deep breath before wrapping his other arm around me.
“I know; I’m not mad you missed our plans. I was just concerned about you, I tried calling.”
I bite down on my bottom lip, worrying it back and forth, but as soon as I do, Jackson plucks it out with his fingers, replacing them with his mouth.
I only pull away when I hear Dean cough in our direction, I groan, turning my head into Jackson's chest to hide my blush. I’d forgotten Dean was still here.
“Sorry about that boss, I guess we lost track of time talking and getting this project finished.” I hear Dean offer in way of an apology.
I was grateful for his explanation, but it wasn’t necessary.
Jackson's arms tighten around me, causing me to look back up at him to see what the problem was. He’d gone back to glaring at Dean.
I try and pull back a little but he doesn’t let me, so instead, I elbow him gently in the side.
His grip around me loosens, before looking down at me in question.
“We should really keep going with this while we’re on a roll, raincheck for the lunch?” he looks like he’s going to protest but Dean cuts it off.
“I’ll make sure I feed her, I’ll run out and get us something shortly hey Princess?”
I inwardly cringe at the use of the familiar nickname again but nod in his direction.
“That won’t be necessary, I need you to take lead on a different project” Jackson snaps at Dean.
I raise a brow at his tone and his proposition. Coop had bitched and moaned about even hiring Dean, so I was curious as to why Jackson would be putting him on as lead.
“I think Olivia can handle this on her own.” Jackson smiles down at me and I stand a little taller.
Worried but determined not to screw it up.
At Jackson's head tilt, Dean packs his few things up and walks towards us, Jackson offers a quick kiss to my temple; before walking over to hold the door open for Dean.
Luckily for Dean, he doesn’t notice the cold hard glare Jackson throws at him when he gives me a hug goodbye, telling me he will catch me later.
Chapter Twelve
Jackson
“Since when did we decide to let the little prick lead on a project?” Coop rants across the line.
Tony and I were currently sat in my office, Cooper was on speaker, we were all catching up on some business since Coop hadn’t been here for our regular meetings.
“Since Jackson went all alpha on him being anywhere near your sister.” Tony offers as a way of explanation.
I could sit there and deny it, but he was right, I’d saw red when I’d walked into that room. I’d been worried when Liv hadn’t answered her phone, but then I saw him sitting so close to her.
The fact that she’d lost track of the time and had obviously been chatting along with Dean instead of having lunch with me didn’t help, regardless of whether he was helping her or not.
But then he’d called her princess and offered to get them a meal to share.
Nope, I couldn’t leave them there together.
It was a dick move, but I’d pulled him on to a different project just so I could be assured he wasn’t in close proximity to her. And I wasn’t lying, I knew Liv could handle it on her own.
“Oh, right. I got it” Coop chuckles over the line, seemingly that was enough to convince Coop it was a good idea. I stifle a laugh.
“So… my father tried calling me today” Coop continues, Tony and my eyes cut to each other at this unexpected announcement. Coop hadn’t spoken to his dad since he’d left for college.
“What did he have to say for himself?” I growl out.
“I missed it, but he left a voicemail. Demanding I call him back and have his daughter contact him immediately.”
Tony cuts in before I have a chance, “guess he knows she’s here. What are you going to do?”
I sit back in my chair and wait for his response.
“Fuck him. I’ll wait until I get back there. Speak to Livvie about it I guess, and go from there.”
∞
We’d finished up the call not long ago, agreeing not to mention it to Liv until Coop returned. She didn’t need to feel pressured to call him, I’d be happy if she had nothing else to do with him.
But I wouldn’t voice that to her, it was her decision to make.
Tony had gone back to his office and I was about to go into a meeting with a new client we had taken on.
But before I did that, I’d texted Olivia to pop up to my office. She’d replied she would be up in five minutes, that was about four minutes ago.
I hear a soft knock on my door before she peeks her head in. She takes in the room, obviously making sure she’s not interrupting.
When she sees I’m alone she steps in, closing the door behind her. Her cheeks are flushed pink. I feel my smile take over, remembering exactly what she looks like on her knees in front of me, with those flushed cheeks and swollen lips.
I hadn’t planned for it, but seeing her in my kitchen, with nothing on but my shirt while cooking breakfast. Yeah, I’d lost all self-control. She took me with that delicious mouth of hers and swallowed every drop I offered her.
“What’s up?” she smiles coming around to stand beside me. I turn my chair in her direction, holding my hand out for her to take; when she does I pull her down on to my lap.
“Hi” I grumble against her lips before kissing them.
She grins back, “hi yourself.”
I keep ki
ssing her, loving having her hot little body pressed up against mine.
“I’m about to go into a meeting” I offer between kisses.
“Hmm” she’s not really paying attention now, but I need her to; so I pull back a little.
“I’m not sure when I’ll be done, but I wanted to give you a copy of the key to my place so you could let yourself in.”
She pulls back a little, frowning; I smirk at her reaction before tucking her hair behind her ear.
“I want you there when I get home Liv.”
She shakes her head a little in response, now it’s my turn to frown.
Fuck I know I’m moving too fast; If it was anyone else I wouldn’t be. I’d have already run in the other direction. But Liv was different, I just want to be near her as much as fucking possible.
She starts chewing on her damn lip again. So I kiss her, forcing her to stop.
“You can sleep in the damn spare room if you want to, but come back; Charlie misses you.”
I’m not ashamed to pull out the big guns when necessary.
“Just Charlie huh?” she laughs out as I continue kissing her; trailing a path down her neck.