He wanted her body.
He pounded into her, going so deep she was sure he would break her, but causing so much pleasure with every thrust that she didn’t care. Her body cried out for release, aching with such heat and need that she wasn’t sure she could contain it.
He must have felt her tighten because his thrusts intensified. It was too much. She fell over the edge of pleasure, losing herself to his cock in her body. Electric bliss radiated out from her core, squeezing and tingling every fiber of her being.
She felt him explode just as her orgasm began to ebb. He shouted, plunging deep into her body, forcing himself into her tightness and causing another orgasm to rip through her. This time, they were both lost to pleasure, the rhythmic clenching and release spurring the other into more pleasure.
She could feel his seed fill her and complete her in a primal way. The hot power of it raced through her system. The power of life filled her with white desire.
For a moment, Emma forgot how to breathe. She forgot everything that wasn’t Jackson buried inside of her and the pleasure only he could give her. She felt rather than heard her mouth scream his name.
Together, they collapsed into the cool leather of the couch. His body was hot and sticky behind her, both of them coated in sweat. Her body ached in the best possible way.
“And here I thought we were having dinner,” Jackson mumbled, still buried inside of her. His voice was low and throaty.
“Dessert first tonight,” she told him. He pushed a little deeper, still hard inside of her, and she moaned.
“I think I can get used to this,” he whispered.
“Me too,” she agreed. “Me too.”
Chapter 14
Emma
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Grace waved from a small table, motioning Emma to come sit with her. Emma smiled politely at the restaurant hostess and hurried over to see her friend.
“Sorry I’m late,” Emma apologized. “I forget how long it takes to get anywhere downtown.”
“Well, that’s because you’re living in the center of the city,” Grace replied. She winked at her friend. “Although, honestly, if I were you, I’d probably never leave the building.”
Emma chuckled. If she never left the building, it was because she was too busy being naked with Jackson. His nice big bed with the wide windows was perfect for lazy mornings, afternoons, evenings and nights. She was surprised she was still able to walk in a straight line after all of the time spent in bed.
“I ordered us coffee,” Grace said. She set the menu down and smiled at her friend. “Now, you have to tell me about dating Jackson Weathers. You never even told me you knew him!”
Emma shrugged. “You know that he owns the building with the Coffee Shack I used to work in, right?”
Grace nodded. “And what? You served him coffee and he fell in love with how you do a triple pour?”
Emma chuckled. “Basically. We’d talked on and off for a long time, but I never thought he was interested. The man is known for dating movie stars and ballerinas. I’m not exactly his usual type.”
“So what happened? What changed his mind?” Grace asked. “Not that I need to catch a new man. I’m just curious.”
“He’s tired of ballerinas and movie stars,” Emma explained. She and Jackson had come up with the official story of how they started dating. “He’d wanted to ask me out for months, but after he got burned by another starlet, he finally just did it.”
“And?” Grace tucked her hands under her chin. “Love at first sight?”
“We’d met before, remember?” Emma chuckled. “But, yeah. He took me out on a date and we talked for hours. It’s strange, but we actually have a lot in common.”
“It’s so romantic,” Grace replied. “It’s a good thing you didn’t apply to that want-ad you were telling me about. The one to marry the Canadian business man? Jackson Weathers is a huge step up.”
“That’s one way of looking at it.” Emma quickly took a sip of her water and then changed the subject. “Where’s my little man? I thought you were bringing Sammy today.”
Grace shook her head. “I was, but he’s got a fever. So does Chris. The two of them are staying home watching cartoons and taking it easy. I’m staying out of the house as much as possible in the hopes I don’t catch it too. I’m under strict orders to bring home soup and to stay healthy. Now, I want to hear what it’s like to live with a billionaire.”
“It’s like staying in a fancy hotel all the time. We have a butler, a concierge, a chef, cleaning crews, and a personal trainer down in the private gym,” Emma told her. “It’s so different than before. I don’t have to do any chores. I’m eating great and working out. I totally see how celebrities can have the amazing bodies they do. It’s possible when it’s the only thing you have to worry about.”