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We’re now facing the same direction. He has one hand still on my nipple playing with it, wraps the other arm around my waist, and starts moving me up and down.

I turn my head to the side, back toward him, and we kiss passionately. He’s slamming me up and down and it feels good. So good.

He takes the hand that was on my nipple and moves it down to my clit. He starts moving it in circles, consistent with the up and down movement of my body on his. I can feel myself heading over the edge again.

I’m so loud right now that I think people driving by can probably hear me. Maybe even the people a town or two over. God knows what the limo driver must think.

Jackson grabs my waist even tighter. “Oh god, you’re squeezing around me again. It feels too good. I can’t hold off anymore.”

“Let go. I’m coming too.” And he does. And I do. We jointly scream out in ecstasy. A few more pumps as we ride it out together.

Holy crap. That felt amazing.

It takes us a few minutes sitting there to regain awareness. We’re both panting loudly. I lean the back of my head against his shoulder. He dots kisses all over my neck and cheek.

He eventually breaks the silence. “I think maybe we need to let this poor limo driver go home.” We both laugh. I pull up his wrist and look at his watch.

“Oh my god. We must have arrived at your house more than thirty minutes ago. This poor guy has been sitting here listening to me screaming bloody murder. I’m surprised he didn’t check to see if you were murdering me.”

“I told him under no circumstances was he to open the door when we arrived. We would come out when we were good and ready. He knew what was up.”

“So you planned to seduce me in here, Knight?” I smile up at him.

“I think it’s you who seduced me.” He pulls my lips toward his and gives me one last deliciously wet, open-mouthed kiss.

We fix our clothing. There’s nothing I can do about my just fucked hair and puffy red lips. Whatever. It’s not like the limo driver doesn’t know what was going on back here. He probably has a hazmat team on standby.

I look at Jackson’s gorgeous face and whisper, “Ready for our joint walk of shame?” He smiles as he takes my hand and kisses it.

We exit the limo. Jackson grabs my bag and thanks the limo driver. I mumble a thanks, but I can’t really look at him in the eyes.

For the first time, I look up and notice Jackson’s house. Wow. It’s gorgeous. It’s big and modern. There are windows everywhere.

There’s not another house within sight. He must have over ten acres of land, though it’s hard to tell at night. The house is sleek, exactly what I would expect from Jackson.

He opens the door and guides me inside. “Oh Jackson, this place is spectacular. I love it.”

“I’m glad you like it. I actually spent a lot of time designing it with the architect. It’s my sanctuary.” I can tell he’s proud.

“Well, you did an amazing job.”

He spends the next fifteen minutes showing me around. It’s an enormous open layout with high ceilings and exposed beams. It’s decorated impeccably. He has a spacious gym and twenty-seat movie theater. With a little bit of lighting, I can make out the outdoor pool, and an outdoor kitchen and barbecue area. It looks like there’s a gigantic fire pit area next to it.

Lastly, he takes me into the master bedroom. It looks like it belongs in Architectural Digest. There’s what must be a four-post California King bed. It’s huge. There are more exposed beams, and giant skylights, with an extensive sitting area. It’s simply perfect.

He shows me his bathroom. The shower looks like it’s built for ten people. I think I count eight various showerheads with two benches. But it’s the bathtub that grabs my attention. I think you can definitely fit ten people in that sucker. “That’s the best bathtub I’ve ever seen.” I look at him hopefully.

He smiles at me. “Darian, would you like to take a bath with me?”

I jump up and down. “I would.” He turns it on and throws in some bath salts and bubble bath. He also grabs us two towels.

I turn around for him to unzip my dress, which he does. He adds in a few wet kisses to my neck. I love when he does that.

My dress falls to the floor. As I only need to remove my bra, I say, “You owe me a pair of fancy lace thongs, Knight.”

“I’ll buy you a hundred pairs if I can keep ripping them off you.”

“Deal.” I take a step into the tub and sit down. Heaven.

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