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He gets on the bed, tracing my spine with his fingers as he lines himself up at my entrance. I shudder when he presses forward, sinking all the way inside me in one smooth motion. A groan reverberates through his chest and throat, a sound of raw passion that gives me an erotic thrill.
Jackson’s big hands grip my hips as he pumps in and out of me, his rhythm slow and steady at first. I grab the sheets below me and drop my head as I cry out. I meet his every thrust, and it doesn’t take long before he’s riding me so hard and fast that the headboard bangs against the wall over and over again. His breathing is heavy behind me, and I can see our shadows on the wall beside us, cast by the moonlight spilling into the room from the large window.
It's the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
Jackson’s thrusts grow erratic, and his grip tightens on my hips. I know what’s coming, and I’m right there with him, teetering on the edge of a second orgasm.
“Hails, you’re so tight… I’m close. Come with me, baby.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant, slipping a hand between my legs. My fingers find my clit, still so sensitive from the attention he gave it with his tongue. It only takes seconds for me to shatter, the euphoria overwhelming my body and mind, until I’m quivering and screaming face down on the bed.
Jackson drives himself deep inside me, holding his body flush against mine when he lets out a moan as he comes. It’s a perfect moment, the two of us reaching the pinnacle of sensual gratification together, a connection forming that I instinctively know will never be broken again.
This is exactly where I’m meant to be and who I’m meant to be with. I have loved this man for the last ten years, and I’ll love him for the rest of my life. Reconnecting with Jackson is the best Christmas miracle I could have ever asked for.
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Abel and Scout
KYLIE MARCUS
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One
SCOUT
Iswiped the key card in the hotel room door and pushed it open, letting myself in. Unsurprisingly, the curtains were still drawn, and the room was blacked out. Soft snores drifted from the bed, and I rolled my eyes.
How predictable he was.
I made my way in, grabbing the curtains as I yanked them open, blinding him with bright sunlight. He groaned and rolled over, throwing his arm over his eyes.
“What the fuck?”
“Good morning, Abel. It is a bright and sunny Tuesday morning with a high of sixty-six and a low of sixty-one. On the docket today is a talk show of Christmas festivities. Yay!”
He peeled his arm away from his eyes and glared. “Who the hell are you? Did Darren send you? There’s no ‘yay’ about this. I don’t do talk shows, especially daytime ones.”
“Oh, duh. How rude of me.” I boinked my forehead and rolled my eyes. “My name is Scout Jensen, and yes, Darren sent me. We’re going to clean up your act together. In fact, we’ll make you squeaky clean by the new year.”
“This is a shit joke. Go away.” He rolled over like he was going back to sleep, so I yanked on the bed covers.
“The network is on the verge of firing you. So, if you want to be a working actor in Hollywood until you choose to retire, you’ll get up and listen to me. I’m here to save your career. You have two seconds to decide if you’re serious about continuing to be employable. Or should I call your agent and tell him to scrap all the projects he has lined up for you?”
He rolled over and pulled the duvet over his shoulder, snuggling back in. I stood there for about two-point-five seconds before nodding and walking over to the table laden with last night’s room service. I found what I was looking for—the ice bucket. Still half-frozen but mostly ice water, which was exactly what I needed.
