Page 68 of Middle Ground
Jackson nods. “In my wallet.”
I rise up on my knees, giving him space to grab his wallet from his back pocket. Once he has the condom in hand, his wallet gets tossed aside.
I reach out, pulling on his zipper, and then he helps me tug his pants and boxers down, letting his cock free. Still annoyed about him not allowing me to finish, I snatch the condom from him and tear the packaging open. Then I roll it over his cock and grip his shaft.
I pump my hand a couple times, relishing his groan. He grips the back of my neck, trying to pull my mouth back to his, but I lean back as I notch the tip of his cock at my entrance.
“Be a good boy and sit still for me.”
His gaze is full of fire, hearing my words. He leans back again, taking in the sight of me. “All yours, baby.”
I sink onto his length slowly. Once I’m fully seated, my eyes close and my head tips back as I take in how deliciously full I feel. And then I start to rock.
“That’s it, Meyer,” he coaxes. “Use me. I want to watch you fuck yourself on my cock.”
That’s all the permission I need. I draw myself up until his cock is almost all the way out and then I drop down, slamming home. Jackson places his hands on my hips, helping me move.
“Oh, God.”
“You’re doing so good, baby. You’re taking me so well.”
The praise washes over me, and I bear down on him, hitting a spot inside that makes me cry out.
Jackson reaches between us, pressing a thumb to my clit, and I fall blissfully over the edge. Jackson follows shortly after, his release filling the condom as I clench around him.
My breathing comes in the form of ragged pants, and my legs feel like Jell-O.
His arms slip around my waist as I slump against his chest. We stay like that for a few moments, both trying to catch our breath. Then my mind starts whirring, thinking of all the implications of what just transpired.
I just slept with Jackson fucking Vaughan.
The regret tries to settle in, but I lock it away.Later. I can hate myself for being so goddamn weak later. Right now, I have to figure out how to politely tell my business partner he can pull out and go back to his room at the inn.
“So…” I draw back, putting some space between us. Our upper halves anyway. Our lower halves are still very much connected. “This was fun.”
Jackson raises a brow. “Just fun?”
I slide off his lap, situating my underwear, and then I reach for my shirt, tugging it over my head. Jackson tuckshimself back into his pants before he stands, and then we both pause, just staring at each other.
Fuck, this is awkward. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
This is, undoubtedly, why they tell you not to mix business with pleasure. If you do, you’ll be forced into a staring contest with your business partner while you’re half naked, both of you trying to will the other into breaking.
After another moment, I can’t take it anymore. My eyes drop to the rug beneath my feet, watching my toes curl into the plush material as I force my mouth to form words.
“I have a…thing that I have to get ready for,” I say. “So you should probably go.”
I wince. I didn’t intend to sound so dismissive, but panic is quickly creeping up my limbs. The only way out is to avoid thinking about what we just did, but the only way I can do that is if he gets out of my space. As it is, I’m sure I won’t be able to fully lock the memories away. Not when his presence will still linger in the room, even after he’s gone.
Fuck.
“Right.” Jackson nods, shrugging on his shirt and buttoning it part of the way. The top half gapes open, leaving some of his chest exposed. “Good luck with yourthing.”
The expression on his face is one I can’t quite puzzle out. He doesn’t look upset, exactly. But he doesn’t look happy either. Might as well officially add him to the long list of transgressions I’ve committed in my life.
We walk to the front door in stilted silence. And then I’m watching him leave, a nauseating whirl of emotions tearing through my insides.
He looks over his shoulder at me. “See you tomorrow, Ellison.”
