Page 109 of Unbossly Manners

When he entered me again, he slid in easily, but it felt different this way. He was deeper, his tip hitting a spot that sent sparks splaying through my hips. His fingers massaged my clit, as he pumped his cock inside me, the stimulation accosting me on so many fronts I was dizzy from lust.

I stretched my right arm behind me and cradled his balls in my hand. They were tight and hard and I circled my fingers like I was spinning two golf balls in my hands.

“Tighter. Pull tighter,” he growled hotly into my ear. I tugged them and he released a loud, primal moan. I yanked harder, his hips moved faster, his fingers manipulating my clit. I squeezed him with my pussy, my nerves sparking around his cock.

“Oh, fuck. I’m about to come.”

I squeezed him with my muscles again, his fingers splayed wide over my clit, rubbing vigorously, his cock pumping deep. I cried out, my world exploding into fireworks as every nerve ending shot into the hemisphere, spinning me out of control.

“Fuck. I love you so much,” and then Jackson howled, and I swear I felt the warm liquid squirting inside me, hitting deeper, sending me higher on my orgasm. I flew to the stars, my body shaking, my ass vibrating against him as he trembled from his orgasm. Our bodies were writhing vessels of desire and love unleashed.

He snatched me to him, our bodies slick and heated. I snuggled into his chest and it felt like we’d sailed into the universe as two souls and came back to this earth as one.

“You’re shaking,” Jackson said, holding me tighter.

“I’m scared,” I admitted, my hand splaying across his pecs.

“Of what?” he asked.

“How much I love you.”

He shifted so I was on my back and he lay on his side over me, his hand running down my temple and cheek. He bent his head and kissed me lightly. When he pulled back, his eyes glistened, and I bit my lip afraid I’d fall apart.

“I never thought I could love this big,” he said. “Not after everything I’ve been through. But you saved me, Peyton. I know I’m not supposed to say that shit. Another person is not supposed to save you. But you did. You showed me what it means to truly love with my whole heart.”

I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him to me until his full weight pressed me into the floor. My breathing was restricted, but I savored it. I loved to feel all of him on all of me.

“Thank god you thought you were bad in bed,” he said into my neck and I laughed. “I should call that bastard and thank him for being such a dick. Otherwise, we may never have entered into our agreement.”

I bit him lightly on the shoulder. “I think I still have his number.”

His face grew serious. “You were never bad at sex.”

I shivered, letting the pure joy of the moment run through me.

“Thank you,” I said.

In his office, in our cocoon, it was better than I’d imagined.

“Don’t ever thank me for loving you,” he said.

“I was thanking you for helping me see the real me. For giving me confidence.”

“In that case, I’m ready to give you more confidence.” He rolled over and put his hands behind his head, his cock saluting me, ready.

I slapped his shoulders, laughing, and kissed him.

“Let’s thank each other all night.” I flung my leg over him, straddling his hips, wondering if I’d ever be sated.

He put his hand out between us. “It’s a deal.”

I shook it.

“No. It’s an agreement. A perfect, lovely forever agreement.”

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THREE MONTHS LATER

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