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He lifted her away from the pole and held her tight against him. She never wanted him to let go.
She was shattered by what had just happened between them.
And she wanted to remain shattered for the rest of her life.
* * * * *
“You want to tell me what that was all about?” Mac asked.
He’d carried her inside the treehouse and had to peel her off him. She hadn’t wanted to let go. She was scared she’d never get him back. He’d said one night. She hadn’t really believed him, but afterward, after the initial haze of the orgasm wore off, fear had set it. What if once was it? What if he really had meant just one night?
But he’d settled her on a pallet in front of a double set of French doors. He’d disappeared behind a room divider and when he came back, he was completely naked, carrying two bottles of water.
His cock was still hard, glistening from their mingled wetness.
The pallet was soft, made up of a mattress piled high with blankets and several pillows. It was a getaway exactly as he’d said. How many women had he brought up here?
“You.”
Jackie’s eyes flew up to meet his and she felt her face heat. “I’m sorry. I hadn’t realized I asked that out loud.”
“It doesn’t matter. You can ask me anything, but I want an answer, too. Why the tears?”
He knelt beside her, handed her a bottle, and uncapped the other one. He had it empty before she had taken more than a small sip.
“Because it felt good.”
“So good it made you cry?”
“Something like that.” She drank more water, trying to figure out how to explain to him what it all meant. “For as long as I’ve wanted you, I never imagined we’d be here. Okay, well, not here, but together. Anywhere. And then you touched me, really touched me … It was more than I could emotionally handle.”
“It wasn’t a bad thing, then?”
“God, no. It was the best thing.”
“Good to know. And the orgasm?”
“I never thought it could be like that with someone else.”
“I still find it hard to believe you’ve never come with anyone.”
“Sex was a means to an end. I didn’t need to come in order to do my job.”
“No one ever suspected?”
“They didn’t pay me for my orgasms. Only their own.”
“Why did you do it?”
“I thought it didn’t matter?”
“I’m curious, that’s all. To be with you? It doesn’t matter why or that you did. Your walls started coming down out here with me. Don’t put them back up now.”
She believed him. And it surprised her. He’d told her dozens of times that he didn’t care and she’d never taken him at his word. What changed? Why did she all of a sudden believe him?
And was it all of a sudden? He’d been saying it for all the years he’d been after her.
“I didn’t think you’d touch me,” she said, her voice filled with softness and awe.
