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“Jaxon! Oh, my god! Jaxon!” Her cry is long, drawn out. Her pussy clenches and her body shudders as her climax ripsthrough her. I can’t help smiling. That’s exactly the reaction I was looking for.
She sits up, her eyes sparking with lust, her hands trembling, and grabs my shirt in her hand, roughly ripping it off over my head. Frantically, she reaches for my jeans, her hands clumsy, fumbling to undo them. Her mouth presses to mine. She’s panting, her breathing hard and heavy, but shallow. There’s an urgency in the way she moves, in the way she strips my clothes from me. Pushing down my jeans, my boxers, running her hands over the tattoos that decorate my chest, shoulders, arms. There’s a story in each of them, but I’ll tell them to her later. Tonight, when she’s lying naked in my arms, maybe. Right now, there’s no time to talk. We both want something else.
Quickly, trying not to break the moment, I fish a condom out of the pocket of my pants, rip away the foil wrapper with my teeth, sheathe myself quickly. Her mouth claims mine hungrily and she wraps her arms around my neck as I push her backwards, down on the bed and straddle her, my hard cock finding her slick entrance. I’m far rougher than I wanted to be our first time, slamming inside her, right to the hilt, claiming her completely, but she doesn’t complain. She tugs me closer, moving her hips with mine, riding me as much as I’m riding her. She moans softly against my mouth, her fingers around my neck, tangled in my hair, her legs wrapped around my hips, holding on tight as we rock together. I thrust greedily, needing to be fully inside her, wanting to feel her pussy muscles tighten around me. Her breasts are damp against my chest, whether from my mouth earlier or sweat, I’m not sure. Our skin sticks together, bonding us.
“Fuck me, Daddy,” she begs, and those words, spoken in that rough tone tip me right over the edge. I thrust again, hard, andshudder, my hot seed filling the condom inside her as her teeth sink into my shoulder. We lie there together, still, spent.
Neither of us moves or talks. We just lie there together, in silence, enjoying the feeling of being in each other’s arms.
“I don’t think this is what Richard had in mind when he hired you to sort me out,” Jade remarks, giggling.
“I’m pretty sure it wasn’t, little girl. What will he think, do you reckon?”
Jade grins up at me. “I think he’ll be happy. He was the one who found you for me, after all.”
She props herself up on one elbow, looking down at me, running her hand along my shoulder, my bicep, my chest, her fingers tracing the date inked over my heart. She looks at me questioningly. She’s asking what it means. I’m not sure that I’m ready to tell her. It’s not something I’ve talked about with anybody.
“What does this stand for?” she asks. “Is it a birthday?”
I shake my head. “No.”
“So what is it?”
I close my eyes, forcing away the memories. Blocking out the sounds of that awful day. I’m not sure I can voice it, but Jade’s gentle hand on my cheek gives me strength.
“It’s the day my best mate died,” I tell her. “We were in the Army together. He died in Iraq.” I can’t tell her anymore, that’s all I can say. I can’t tell her that I’m to blame for his death, that I still feel guilty every single day. I haven’t admitted that out loud toanyone. I was cleared of any wrongdoing, but that didn’t change anything. The guilt still remains.
“You’re the only person I’ve ever told.” I blink back the tears that fill my eyes. Even now, all these years later, thinking about it still makes me emotional.
Jade wraps her arms around my neck, hugs me close, presses her lips to my forehead. Comforting me in the same way I comforted her earlier.
“Thank you for telling me,” she whispers.
We lie together for a bit longer, both of us naked, not making a move to put any clothes on. Until Jade’s tummy rumbles in hunger.
“How about we go and get some dinner, little girl? And you can have that drink I promised.”
She grins. “Have I been good enough, Daddy?”
Now it’s my turn to kiss her forehead. “You’ve been perfect, sweetheart.”
Jade looks stunning, dressed for a night on the town. She’s wearing a sparkly, shimmery black, clingy mini-dress, the tight fabric hugging her curves, the hem ending at mid-thigh, the plunging neckline and mostly bare back leaving very little to the imagination. Silver and diamond earrings dangle from her ears, matching silver bangles jingle around her wrist. My cock hardens just looking at her.
“You’re gorgeous, Jade,” I murmur.
She links her arm in mine. “You’re not too bad yourself,” she says, fiddling with the top button on my shirt collar. “Now take me to dinner, Daddy. I’m hungry.”
Together, we ride the elevator down to the fancy foyer of the hotel. The marble floor reminds me of the Owens’ mansion back in Hollywood, the home Jade left behind. A fountain sits in the middle of an indoor courtyard, surrounded by glass walls, evident that no expense has been spared in the design of this building. Behind it is the restaurant and bar. I can almost see Jade salivating at the thought of a drink.
We both stand there, our hands entwined, looking at the fountain.
“It hasn’t been all bad, has it? Coming here with me?” I ask her, grinning. I’m almost certain I know the answer, but I want to hear her say it.
She smiles coyly back at me. “I guess there’s been some good parts,” she acknowledges, rising on her toes to kiss me. “I mean, this place is pretty nice.”
“Brat.” I reach around to squeeze her bottom.
She giggles, a high-pitched, light bubbly sound that makes me chuckle. This girl is irresistible.
