Page 15 of The Other One

“Challenge accepted.” I grab her around her waist and yank her body flush with mine. Grabbing her face with my other hand, I lean in and take her mouth in a bruising kiss. She can’t resist, can’t deny this chemistry we have, and she devours my mouth. My hand reaches from her waist down to her round ass and I squeeze, pulling a sultry moan from her mouth.

“We don’t have the time that I need to do all the things I’ve been fantasizing about for the last three weeks, but I need to be inside you,” I whisper into her skin as I kiss down her throat, around her shoulder and move farther south to the swells of her perfect breasts.

“Hurry,” she groans out while pulling at the strands of my thick hair.

I spin us around so she’s facing the wall next to my doorway.

“Hands on the wall and spread your legs. Don’t move.” Her breaths come in pants, and I’m grateful for the extra height her heels give her. I take a step back to unbutton my pants. A shiver ripples down her back when she hears me pull my zipper down, knowing how good my cock makes her feel. She can’t hide it from me, and I have no doubt that fact pisses her the hell off.

I grab the condom from my pocket and slip it over my length. One hand goes to the hem of her dress, lifting it over her ass and the other goes to the front, pulling it down so I can feel her amazing tits in my hand. I slide her black lacy thong out of the way and align myself at her soaked entrance.

“You have to be quiet. We don’t want the staff knowing you’re in here getting fucked.” I bite her earlobe. “Hard.” With that as my only warning, I thrust into her tight heat and begin pounding relentlessly. My hand goes to her exposed nipple and I twist roughly, exactly how I know she likes it, eliciting a loud moan from Abigail. My mouth goes to her ear again.

“Shh,” I tell her before she turns and glares again. I can’t resist her lips and I take her mouth in a punishing kiss. I’ll never understand why she has to make it so difficult to give in to what we both obviously want.

Pulling back, I can’t help the snarl on my lips. “We could have been doing this for the last three weeks, but no, you had to be stubborn and deny us.” My thrusts become faster as I feel her walls flutter around my engorged cock.

“Fuck, Jackson. Hurry up and make me come already.”

“Rub your clit. I’m almost there.”

She does as I say, moving her fingers back and forth, chasing her orgasm.

“If you don’t come on my cock, don’t worry, I’ll eat your delicious pussy until you do.”

My words elicit a deep moan from her, and I feel her pussy clench, gripping me so fucking good as the waves of her orgasm wash over her, taking me over the edge with her. This woman loves my dirty mouth and I’m more than happy to oblige.

“That’s it. Come all over me. Give me your mouth.” She turns her head and I take her mouth in another hard kiss, moaning loudly.

My movements slow as we’re both left panting, trying to catch our breaths. After pulling out of her, I gently kiss her shoulder and head to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. When I walk back into my room, Abigail has her dress righted, and she’s finger-combing her wild red mane.

She walks to my dresser mirror and removes her lipstick from her purse, reapplying that sexy-as-sin red. God, she’s beautiful.

“We are not doing that again, Jackson,” she says after putting the lipstick away, refusing to meet my gaze.

“Try looking me in the eye and telling me that.”

She does. “It’s not happening again.” I should have known she would. Heaven forbid she gives in to what I know she wants.

With that declaration, she wrenches the door open and stomps out of my room.

Goddamn, that woman and her fucking stubborn ass.

Abigail

Sneaking out of the party was probably not the best way to handle the situation, but what’s a girl to do when all she can feel is the delicious soreness in her center as a result of the quickie she just had? It’s all I could think about as I was trying to carry a conversation with Lindsey and Aiden or when Kasey came over to check on her sister. I didn’t have it in me to put on a happy smile and pretend I hadn’t just made a huge mistake. Again.

When I get home, I pour myself a generous glass of wine before trudging over to my couch and sinking in, so ready for this day to be over. My phone rings on my coffee table and I pray it isn’t Kasey wondering if I’m okay, or Jackson trying to reach me again. Peeking at it from my seat, I see my mother’s name on the screen. Ugh. I have no interest in a conversation with her right now, but considering I’ve been dodging her calls for the last week, answering now is really my only option.

“Hi Mom,” I greet her, trying to sound chipper.

“Abigail, there you are. I was about to start calling hospitals if I didn’t hear from you soon.”

My mother, ladies and gentlemen, the overdramatic drama queen who wields guilt like it’s a goddamn broadsword.

“Sorry, it’s been busy at the paper. I’ve been meaning to call you back.” Lies.

“Sweetheart, you’re a life and style reporter for a local paper, not some doctor or lawyer’s wife who has luncheons or any events to plan.”

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