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She kisses me hard and then turns to Bryan. “Mr. Clarrett, do you know that I’m an attorney?”

“I do. So what?”

“Did you know that attorneys actuallyknowthe law?” He just stares at her without any response.

“Allow me the educate you a bit. Pennsylvania is a two-party consent state with regard to recordings. Being that we didn’t consent to being recorded, that makes it a felony, which carries a prison term of two years. Did you know that blackmail and extortion are also felonies in Pennsylvania? They carry seven-year prison sentences. And if it's in the case of sexual extortion, which this is, the sentence can be enhanced.” She turns and air kisses me.

“Oh, and, Mr. Clarrett, I understand you have an ownership interest in Club Yeur. We have an air-tight civil case for invasion of privacy and breach of contract. I looked it up, being a lawyer and all, and the last case like this garnered a ten million dollar verdict.”

Bryan’s eyes practically pop out of his head. I lean on my desk and wrap my arms around Darian from behind. “I’m a lucky guy, aren’t I Bryan?” I grin at him.

She leans the back of her body into the front of mine. “Now, Mr. Clarrett, here’s what’s going to happen. You will get Jackson all remaining recordings of us. Every single flash drive, computer file, disk or otherwise. You will erase any and all evidence of this recording from your hard drives. You will also sign a notarized document confirming that we have all copies in existenceandthat you have committed the crimes I’ve laid out for you today.”

“You’re crazy, lady. Why would I ever do that?”

“Well, we can call the police now and let them sort it out. Or you can give us what we want and run along with your mundane life. It’s your choice. Make no mistake, there are only two options.”

Bryan stands to leave. “You two crazy motherfuckers deserve each other. Send me the damn paperwork.” With that, he walks out the door and slams it behind him.

We stay as we were for a moment. Me leaning on my desk. Her back to my front. My arms around her. Seeing her like that was a huge turn-on. I can feel myself hardening. She must feel it too because pushes her ass onto me, only making me harder.

I move my hands to her breasts and grab them. I kiss up her neck and whisper into her ear. “Watching you like that was so fucking hot.”

I go back to kissing her neck as I open her suit jacket. I pull her bra down and grab her perfect tits. She reaches back and grabs my erection, rubbing it up and down. I move my hands down the sides of her body to the bottom of her skirt and lift it up to her waist. I run my hands all over her thighs, higher then lower, in a teasing pattern, as she continues to rub me.

I eventually work my way up to her thong and tear it from her body. She turns around, throws her arms around my neck, and starts kissing me. I quickly start walking us to the wall, me walking forward and her backward. I’m unbuckling my belt and unzipping my pants as we go. I pull out my cock.

We reach the wall, with Darian’s back to it. She momentarily breaks the kiss. “Fuck me now, Jackson.”

I grab her legs, she wraps them around my waist, and I slam into her. “Oh god, Jackson. That feels so good. It’s been so long.” It’s been three days.

I give her a few moments to acclimate to me. She yells, “Go.” I start pumping into her at a rapid pace. Her eyes roll into the back of her head. She’s moaning so loudly. No doubt poor Donna can hear us.

I try to kiss away her moans, but it doesn’t work. She’s in another world right now, and I’ve never seen anything so sexy. I’m working us both into a frenzy. My office is practically shaking.

I bend my head down and bite her nipple. “Jackson, it’s too good. I’m going to come.” I feel her squeezing my dick as her orgasm rips through her. It’s such an indescribable feeling. I can’t last and pump her a few more times before I grunt through my own release.

I give her a slow, lazy kiss as we both come down from our post-orgasmic bliss. She pulls her legs down to the ground and then pulls her skirt down. She silently goes to the bathroom to clean up. I tuck myself back in my pants, refastening the button and my belt.

When she returns from the bathroom, she turns to me. “I’ll send you the contract for Clarrett to sign. Please make sure it gets done. I’d like all of the copies of the video.” I nod as she walks out the door and out of my life.

CHAPTERSEVENTEEN

DARIAN

It’s been two weeks since I walked out of Jackson’s office. Two weeks since I’ve spoken to him or seen him. It feels like two years.

He sent me the signed document and all of the copies of the video. He calls and texts everyday asking to talk to me. I ignore him. I know I need to talk to him eventually, but I’m just not ready to do it yet.

I’m so mad at him. His reaction to the blackmail was completely ridiculous. Ignoring the problem and drinking. Not talking to me. Hurting himself. I just can’t seem to get past it.

We promised each other that we’d be straightforward. There’d be no immature nonsense. He broke those promises.

Cassandra thinks I’m overreacting. She doesn’t understand that finding him passed out on the floor did something to me. I think I flashed back to finding Scott on the floor, and the feeling that my world was ending came flooding back as if no time had passed.

When Jackson was drunk, he told me that he was in love with me. I think I’m in love with him too, but I’m confused. How can I love someone that isn’t Scott? I’m not sure I can let myself love and lose again. It’s too damn painful. This situation is a reminder of that.

I’m holed up in my room again, just like I was after Scott died. My girls are worried about me. They constantly call to check-in. They don’t know exactly what happened, just that something did happen to cause us to break up.

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