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She better fucking—

Then I hear footsteps. I listen closely. The sound of a door shutting, and a beat later, she walks into my room. “Shut the fucking door.” A shiver runs down her arms, making the hairs stand up. She does as she’s told, then faces me. “Climb on the bed. I want your ass out.” She licks her lips, and I add another slap to the tally she’s racking up. She climbs onto the bed and positions herself doggie-style. I walk up to her and pull her shorts down. “I told you if you don’t follow the rules, you’ll get punished.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t—fuck!” she cries out at the first slap. I caress her cheek, loving the instant welt.

“A slap for every hour you’ve made me wait for this pussy.”

Slap.

“How many hours is that?” she asks, tremors in her tone.

“Since you spread your legs in that bikini.”

Slap.

She jolts forward, and I draw circles around my handprint. Her breaths quicken into shallow pants. By the fourth slap, she moans. “You dirty little girl. You like that, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she pants, and I pull her shorts down further. “Fucking soaked.” The view of her glistening pussy is breathtaking. Leaning in, I smash my face between her cheeks, lapping her arousal. “So sweet,” I hum, sucking her lips into my mouth. I go to town devouring her, gripping her ass in my hands while I tongue-fuck her cunt. My cock is ready to rip through my pants at the taste of her. Her hips are on the move, pressing into my face, and I love how turned on she is. Each moan is for me—and I want to own every single fucking one. “This pussy belongs to me.”

“Yes—fuck yes.” She pushes her ass into me. “More. Jackson, I need more.”

“So greedy,” I murmur and plunge my tongue inside her heat. She’s so wet her juices drip down my chin. I release one side of her ass and shove two fingers deep inside, earning another raspy moan. “Come, my little slut. Come for me. Show me how much you want my cock.”

She shakes her ass back and forth, hammering into my face. “Oh God, I’m going to come—”

With a quickness I didn’t know I had in me, I pull out and stand. My slacks are at my knees within seconds, and I grab her ass, spread her cheeks, and drive in. The feeling of her tight pussy wrapped around me is heaven. Black spots blind my vision at the way her cunt hugs me. Reaching over, I tear at her thong, ripping it off her body, and lean forward to shove the wet material in her mouth. “Hush, hush, Peach. We can’t have anyone hearing you.” My control is shot. There’s no way I can fuck her slowly. I hammer into her with the force of a bull. My balls slap against her clit as I fuck her in such a savage way she won’t be able to walk out of here. Her walls squeeze my cock, holding me hostage as she creams all over me.

“Fuck, Jackson…fuck…” Her pleas are mumbled by the underwear shoved in her mouth.

God, I don’t want this to end. I want to stay buried inside her forever. But I can’t hold on much longer. With one last satisfying thrust, I lose myself, spurting jets of cum inside her.

I can barely catch my breath. I slow her hips, riding out my orgasm. Finally, I pull out, admiring the stream of cum that drips out of her. “Fucking beautiful,” I praise. Taking two fingers, I scoop up my cum and spread it along her ass. Once I’m satisfied, I step back, pull up her shorts, and slap her already sore ass.

“Don’t ever make me wait again.”

Chapter eighteen

Georgia

Myalarmgoesoff,stirring me awake. I shut it off and roll over. “Noah, you gotta get up.”

“One more minute,” he mumbles, covering his head.

“No. Now. Get up.”

He grunts and throws his legs off the bed. “Yeah, yeah…” He gets up and opens my door. Guilt simmers in my chest as he saunters down the hall to his room.

For the last three weeks, this is how my days have started. My nights are spent having the most explosive, filthy sex before racing back to my room in time for Noah to sneak in and sleep with me. I told him he couldn’t, but the pain in his eyes when he begged didn’t sit well with me. He promised it was just to sleep. He needed sleep, and it only happened with me. I hated that I gave in. Jackson would have my ass if he knew. It was wrong. Fucked up. But I couldn’t say no. I was a colossal asshole; the least I could do was allow the poor guy to get some sleep.

So, I gave in—with one rule: he had to be gone before his dad woke up. I played it off that I didn’t want to break his rules. Even if Noah couldn’t give a shit, I was a guest. If he was so hard up to sleep in here, he would agree. He did. But every morning, I wake with my heart in my throat, scared my alarm won’t go off, or we’ll sleep late. What if Jackson, for some reason, gets up early?

If he caught Noah in my bed, I would be toast. And I can’t fathom being cut off from him.

The last month has been a mix of heaven and hell. Jackson has taken me to levels of euphoria I never knew existed. He’s pushed my limits in ways I could never have imagined. I’m so addicted there’s no way of getting him out of my system. The hellish part has been hiding it from Noah. It’s getting harder and harder to act normal when his father’s around. Sooner or later, Noah will figure it out. The sexual tension is impossible to hide when we’re around one another.

At work, Jackson moved Noah to a different department, not wanting to draw any attention as to why I spent so much time in his office behind closed doors. He’s insatiable. We fuck during the day, at night, and when he finds a reason to send Noah to work early, we fuck on every surface of the kitchen. It’s all I think about. His cock. His scent on my body. His ownership and the submission I allow. He’s embedding himself so deep I’m beginning to worry it’ll be impossible for me to walk away.

He’s forbidden. An enigma. A man with so much power over me, it’s only a matter of time before he ruins me.

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