Page 82 of Body Check

Chuckling, I stay back and enjoy the view. Her dress hiked up around her waist, her naked breasts on full display. She reclines on her back, propped up on her elbows. Almost blindly, I move to my suitcase to grab the box of condoms I bought before our trip to D.C. Did I know that she’d hop in my bed? No.

Had I hoped she would?

Hell, fucking yeah.

Shucking my shorts, along with my T-shirt, I roll the latex down the length of my dick as I stride toward the bed. Holly’s waiting for me, legs tipped open wide, and I grip the underside of her thighs and haul her butt toward the edge of the mattress.

I line up my cock with her pussy, then swing my gaze up to her face.

“I’m not going to last long,” I tell her in a low voice. “You’ve got me so wound up that I feel like I’m going to—”

Holly’s heels dig into my ass. “Now, Jackson.”

I give her what she wants in a single thrust. The skin on my throat pinches as I throw my head back with a groan. Goddamn, she feels even better than the last time. Tighter. Wetter. Or maybe I’m so turned on that she could touch one finger to my dick and I’d be ready to come.

My ass flexes as I pull out and push back in.

I should slow down my pace. Make sure that it’s as good for her as it is for me right now. But I can’t stop the churning of my hips, the walls of her tight pussy clamping down on my cock every time I thrust deep. It feels like heaven. It feels like sin. It feels like love.

Dragging my eyes off where we’re joined, I focus on Holly’s sweet face.

Beautiful, so unbelievably beautiful.

I grip her legs, unwinding them from my back and straightening them so that her ankles are resting on my left shoulder, her inner thighs pressed together. The position creates a vice-like grip on my dick, and Holly’s mouth parts in anO.

“I’ve missed you,” I confess as I watch her small tits bounce with the force of my thrusts. “Maybe I shouldn’t have, but I missed you every fucking day that you weren’t mine to touch, mine to fuck, mine tolove.”

Her hands fall to the bed where she fists the sheets. “Jackson, Jackson I’m going to come.”

My eyes on her flushed face, I split her legs and press them up toward her chest, until she’s clutching her knees and my finger is circling her clit. Her neck stretches and everything about this moment is messy and raw, but I wouldn’t a change thing.

Not when she comes, crying out my name as she twines her fingers in the hotel sheets.

Not when I let out a guttural groan as I empty everything that I am inside her.

When she smiles up at me, her fingers lazily moving to trace the slope of my broken nose, there’s no denying that it’s also perfect.

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Holly

It sounds pitiful, but I think I’ve forgotten how to cuddle.

Is there even going tobeany cuddling?

I hoist myself up in the queen-sized bed and stare at the remnants of our . . . lovemaking? Fuck-fest? Sex session? My eyes slam shut, the rest of the room disappearing behind my lids.

There should be a handbook for this sort of thing:What to do When Your Ex-husband Makes You Come Three Times 101.Followed up by the highly requested sequel:Sleepover Protocol, The Divorcée Edition.

Really, Jackson and I are both adults which means that we ought to be able to have this conversation easily.

Instead, the beats of The Clash’sShould I Stay or Should I Go?ring in my ears, and I experience half a second of panic where I seriously consider stripping off all my clothes, standing outside the bathroom door, and announcing, “Do with me as you will.”

Except that he sort of did that already, and I have the whisker burns between my thighs to prove it.

The toilet flushes in the adjoining bathroom and I leap into action. Stuff one lone boob back into her rightful place in my dress, then do the same with the other. Once the girls are back in order, I haul butt out of the bed. My blue dress resettles around my thighs, my bare toes curling against the thin carpet.

“If you were plannin’ to leave, you should have thought to escape while I was getting rid of the condom.”

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