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sharp breath, feeling his tongue. He penetrated my lower lips with his finger as his tongue darted into my backside. I felt an otherworldly sensation and jumped away from the double pleasure.

“Jackson, I’ve never backdoor play.”

“Baby, one thing you’ll learn about me is that I’m a grown man and we’re both consenting adults. We can take it slow for now.”

Pulling my back to his chest, he leans me over the couch further to raise my ass higher in the air.  Slapping his dick against my swollen clit, I pushed onto him and stopped, feeling my orgasm creep up slowly.

“Fuckkk... Sweetness, you feel so good,” Jackson growled as his pace picked up.

Feeling my orgasm building, I glanced down and watched as his balls smacked up against my thighs and heard his moans in my ear.

“Aahhh, Jackson.”

“You’re mine, Emery. Do you hear me?”

He yanked my hair, and my head snaps back as his strokes get more in-depth and faster. “I can’t...hear you, Sweetness.”

My lips parted at the sensation brewing between my legs.

“Yes... baby... Yes!” I screamed.

We both came at the same time, and he fell on top of me as we both tried to calm our heavy breathing. Kissing the side of my face, I turned to meet his lips as we both smiled at the mess we made.

“Are you hungry?” Jackson asked as he slowly eased out of me and held my skirt up, so I could get dressed.

“Yeah and I think both my legs are broken.”

Pulling the condom off and grabbing his sweatpants, I followed him to the bathroom to freshen up.

“Where’s the rest of your staff?”

“I gave everyone the night off. Ronald stays at the mansion. Did you think I’d fuck you with a house full of people?”

“No, just thought it was strange with all the moaning and screaming you were doing that no one came to your rescue.”

“Sweetness. I’ll gladly let you torture me any day if it’s like that with your ass in the air.”

Grabbing the wet towel out of his hand, I freshen up and brush my teeth with the extra toothbrush laid out.

“You just knew I was going to sleep with you again or another woman is coming over.”

“What are you talking about?”

Narrowing my eyes at him, I point at the toothbrush and clothes resting on the counter.

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“I SHOULD SPANK YOU again for thinking I would bring you to my home after another woman. If you must know Emery Stone, you’re the first woman to ever come to my house. All other sleepovers happened at a hotel,” Jackson responded.

“Seriously?”

“Yep, now let’s jump in the shower and go eat. I’m ready for round three and four. I feel insulted by that remark.”

“Aahh poor baby, I hurt your feelings. What can I do to make you feel better?”

Dropping his sweatpants and taking off his shirt, we both look down at the hardening of his dick again. 

“I can think of a few things,” Jackson responded.

Smiling at his suggestion, I took my skirt and shirt off leaving on my bra and panties. Dropping to my knees, I grabbed ahold of his dick and squeezed it gently.

“Yes, Mr. Pierce.”

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Three hours and two orgasms later, we ended up at Gem’s a new restaurant that just opened about eight months ago. Jackson held my chair out, and I sat down and picked up the menu. He leaned down and kissed me on the forehead making me blush.

“You better stop before we end up on top of this table going for round five or is it six. I can’t remember,” I joked.

“That wouldn’t be such a bad idea sweetness. Especially since we came at the right time and barely anyone in here.”

Jackson was a man that made you want to wake up every morning early and make breakfast and serve it naked.  Laughing off my thoughts, I knew a real commitment could never happen. Anthony turned my heart so bitter that men only helped for one thing and that was having an orgasm.

“Emery! Emery! Are you alright? I was calling your name.”

“I’m sorry, I was lost in thought. What did you ask?”

“Do you have any idea what you’d like for dinner? I heard the pasta and steak are delicious.”

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I’LL HAVE WHATEVER you’re getting and a glass of wine.”

The waitress came over, and we passed our menus over after placing our order. Jackson picked my hand up and kissed both sides making me melt from his warmth. Gathering my thoughts, I let my hand fall away hoping not to get caught up in his whirlwind romance.

“You know this isn’t a date, right?”

“Why do you do that?” Jackson asked.

“Jackson, we had a one-night stand and then a repeat. You know what this is and how it plays out. The media would have a field day if they suspected you’re dating again. We're from two different worlds.”

“I can handle the media and whoever else chimes in on what I do in my private life.”

Control was something I couldn’t give up, and I could see we would butt heads in and out of the bedroom.

“Can we please just finish dinner first and let everything else go until tomorrow?”

“You got it,” Jackson replied and took a sip from his glass of wine right when our dinner came to the table.

Chapter 10 Jordan

PLACING A SLEEPY DJ in his car seat after our dinner with Tessa and Damon, I cover him up with his blanket before shutting the passenger side door. “Thanks for dinner. I think the kids enjoyed themselves.”

Turning to leave, Damon gently grabbed my elbow and pulled me in until we were chest to chest. I feel my breathing picking up. He leans down to kiss me, and I turn my head before our lips could touch.

“I can’t,” I whisper and step out of his grip and rush over to the driver’s side to get into my car to leave. Looking in my rearview mirror, I see him standing at the curb with his hands in his pockets with a defeated look on his face.

We arrive home, and I pick up DJ out of his car seat and walk into the condo we share with Angela.

Hearing music blasting, I take DJ into his room and place him down on the bed and take his shoes and jacket off, reminding myself to give him a bath in the morning. Placing the covers over him and turning his night light on, I close the door and walk into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water.

“Hey, you’re home late,” Angela stated, walking into the kitchen with rollers in her hair and a facial mask wearing Brent’s housecoat.

“Yep, late dinner. How was your day?” I asked closing the fridge door and opening the bottle to take a sip.

“Fine, just handling business at the salon, then dinner with the family. Have you spoken with Emery today? I heard Anthony’s still calling and harassing her.”

“He’s crazy, and I told him multiple times to leave that girl alone. Emery’s moved on from him. He decided to step out on her and expects her to forgive and forget. Especially with nasty Teresa.”

“Angela, baby come back to bed.” Brent walked out in his pajama bottoms and no shirt rubbing the crust out of his eyes.

“I see someone’s forgiven his girlfriend. What did she do this time Brent?”

“Shut up Jordan and if you must know I’m only his girlfriend inside these walls. Outside of here, we’re just close friends.

“Angela you don’t want to get slapped,” Brent chastised playfully and snuggled up against her body.

“Boy, please, you know who runs this.” Pointing between herself and Brent.

I held in my laughter at the back and forth banter they continued to have after dating on and off since college.

“Since you’re not my girl, I guess I can call up one of my other friends to help relieve stress,” Brent joked and walked over to pick up the telephone in the kitchen.

“Are you talking about that girl Emery and I met when we ran into you at lunch last month?” Playing along with his joke, I waited to see what Angela would do as Brent started to dial a number.

Angela poked out her lip and moved her weight from one foot to the other and crossed her arms.

“What tramp did you have lunch with last month, Brent?”

“None of your business. I only answer to my girlfriend.”

“Okay, Okay... damn it,” Angela whined in protest.

“Okay, what?” Brent asked.

“We’re together,” Angela mumbled in a whisper.

“Sorry, what was that?” I asked loudly.

“Stay out of this J. This is between the big-headed idiot and me over here.” Angela popped her lips and grabbed the phone from Brent.

“Dial the slut’s number, and I dare you to say anything. I’m ending whatever side chick situation you had going on.”

Brent dialed the number and placed it on speaker. He winked at me and placed his finger over his mouth signaling for me to be quiet.

“Hello?” A woman groggily replied.

“Hello, yeah I’m calling to tell you to stay away from Brent Townsend. He’s got a girlfriend, and you are no longer needed. Excuse me...I’m sorry Miss Townsend,” Angela muttered lowly.

Brent and I both break out in laughter at her mistaking Brent’s mother for a girl he’s dating. She hangs up the phone and turns toward us and flips us off before she walks off toward the bedroom. Brent walks off behind her trying to get her to soften up.

“Baby, you have to admit that was funny and you deserved it,” Brent told.

“Are you done?  I’d like to get some sleep now since you’ve kept me up all night playing little boy games. Do you see why I don’t do relationships?” Angela muttered to herself.

Brent stopped laughing and cleared his throat. Stepping closer to her, he towered over her five-five frame. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he tightened his hold on her and pushed her gently up against the wall.

“Angela, I love you, and I’ve dealt with your shit for over five years. But, let’s get one thing straight, I won’t continue to let you disrespect me, and you know this. I suggest you change your attitude and fast. I let you and other people think you’re running this between us, but we both know the truth. Now kiss me and go take your clothes off and get into position,” Brent demanded sternly.

“Yes, Daddy,” Angela replied sexily.

“And tomorrow you’re moving in with me. Jordan needs her space, and I need you with me at night in my bed,” Brent informed.

“Hell no...” Angela responded loudly.

“What did I just say?”

“But-”

“Either you’re moving forward with me,

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