Page 36 of Burn With Me

His hand still rests on mine as I sag against him, my entire body growing slack with my release. Gently, he helps me so that I’m lying fully on the bed instead of back on his thighs.

“You did well for your first lesson,” he whispers close to my ear.

Shifting my head, I notice he’s moved to his knees beside the bed. He begins to stroke my hair, pulling the sweaty locks off my forehead as I ask, “And what lesson was that?”

His voice proposes there’s a grin on his face as he answers, “You like being told what to do.”

Jackson

Tuesday morning finds me turned around, staring out the window of my office instead of finalizing a merger contract like I should be doing.

I’m perplexed.

Any other woman I would have flipped them around and pounded it out until I got my release, too. But aside from not being in the right wing of the club for that, I was content with helping Ginny find hers.

Not that I didn’t leave that fucking room with blue balls. At this point, I’m surprised I didn’t come in my pants from the way she was rubbing against me. Nearly two weeks without sticking my cock in a tight, warm pussy, and all of a sudden, I’m back to my juvenile days of nearly nutting whenever a pretty woman looks at me.

But not just any woman.No,my cock is apparently now only partial toher.

Ginny. Scarlett. Red. Little Ember.

Nearly a virgin. Inexperienced. Unwilling to letmehave her. But oh so very willing to lethimteach her.

Never in my life have I wanted someone like Ginny. Now, she seems to beallthat I want.

That will change once you fuck her.

Will it, though?

A knock on the door cuts through my inner musings, and I spin to see my best friend, Tripp, enter my office, thumbing through a stack of papers without looking at me. “Have you finished that merger contract yet?”

My eyes flicker to my computer screen where the contract sits, only three-quarters of the way complete. “Not yet. I’ll get it done by the end of the day.”

“Jackson, you’re killing me. This was supposed to be sent over first thing Monday morning.” He collapses into a chair on the other side of my desk and rubs at his face. It looks like he hasn’t shaved in a week, and his brown, curly hair is in need of a cut.

“When are you gonna get over Emily and get your shit together?” I ask.

His eyes snap to mine, serious, no sign of the happy-go-lucky guy he used to be before his fiancée left him because of his‘weird fetishes.’Making a mental note to ask my uncle if I can extend an invitation to Tripp for the club, I shoot him a smile and shrug.

“I’m sorry, man. But you look like shit. It’s been four months. Tell me you’re getting laid, at least.”

“Yes, Jackson. I’m getting laid. Which is more than I can say for you, apparently. Since when do youdate? She doesn’t even look like your type,” Tripp says as he scrolls through his phone before tossing it on my desk.

A photo of me and Ginny dancing at the Tisch event stares back at me from the screen. I clench my jaw in annoyance at his blatant disrespect regarding Ginny’s appearance. “Pussy is my type.”

“That’s not true. We both know you’re picky as shit. But in all the years I’ve known you, I don’t think I’ve seen you fuck a redhead. You always like to go for the pretty brunettes or the leggy blondes, like Stacey.”

“Like Stacey, what?” The woman herself interrupts as she breezes into my office without so much as a knock. “Daniel’sfirm just called. They said they haven’t received the counteroffer for WhirlTech?”

“Oooooh, sounds like this one has you whipped. Fucking up at work?Notfucking any women? Tell me you’re at least getting it from her?” Tripp prods.

The sound of Stacey berating him for his choice of words becomes background noise as the image of Ginny laid out on the bed Saturday night while I pumped her fingers into her crashes to the forefront of my mind.

Her little whispered moans, the way she felt beneath my hands. The way she looked up at me as she came.

“Jackson?” Stacey snaps her fingers, jerking me from the memory.

They both stare at me like they asked a question, and I haven’t answered it yet. Looking at Tripp, I tell him, “I’m getting enough.”

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