I shut the water off and stepped out of the shower. I grabbed the towel that hung on the hook and wrapped myself up in the plush terry cloth. I felt sick to my stomach. Why had I agreed to this ridiculousness that Jackson had proposed?
I looked at myself in the mirror and swallowed hard. I even looked sick, and I knew that the second Cara looked at me, she’d know something was up. I looked at myself one more time, took a deep breath and grabbed another towel, this time drying my hair.
It was no use; she’d take one look at me, and I’d have to tell her everything. I looked less stressed than I had in years. I looked at peace. He’d had his hands on me one night, one night, and he’d done this. I glanced at the clock on the nightstand. I didn’t have much time. I reached for my cell phone and typed a message to Jackson, then stopped and re-read it. My finger hovered over the send button, my stomach rolled and without even thinking another thought, I deleted the message.
I walked over to the closet and pulled out the outfit I’d brought for this morning.
“Damn him.” I muttered to myself.
I was just about to return to the bathroom when my cell phone vibrated on the bed. I glanced over to see a message from Cara there. I grabbed my phone, hoping and praying that he may be my way out of going to brunch with Jackson.
I shook my head. My stomach was now rolling with nerves. I got her message loud and clear and swallowed hard as I thought about my night in paradise.
I smiled and threw my phone down on the bed, only to see another message pop up.
My face heated at her comment. I’d never be able to look at Ryan the same way now. I threw my phone down on the bed and was about to head into the bathroom to do my hair and makeup when someone knocked on my door.
I didn’t think about the towel I was wearing, and pulled the door open without checking who it was first. It was then I met his blue eyes as they danced down my towel clad body.
“If you don’t want them to wonder what’s up, I think you may want to put on a little more.” He winked.
“Sorry, I didn’t think you’d be here already. I just got out of the shower and was about to get dressed…”
“It’s okay. I was ready, so I thought I’d just come up here and keep you company. May I come in?” He said, leaning against the door frame, reaching out and gently tugging on my towel.
I stepped to the side and let him in, shutting the door behind him. “Now if you’ll excuse me.”
His eyes followed me as I walked into the bathroom and shut the door behind me. I looked at myself in the mirror, my cheeks red with embarrassment.
With my makeup and hair done, I once again stepped out of the bathroom, still wrapped in my towel, and met eyes with Jackson, who sat over on the chair in my room. He looked relaxed and intently watched me as I grabbed my clothes from the bed.
“You don’t need to go into the bathroom. It’s not like I didn’t see everything last night.” He said, giving me a sexy smile.
I shook my head and almost melted on the spot as his eyes met mine. The hint of playfulness in his eyes told me that if I changed in front of him, we’d never get to brunch on time. We also wouldn’t beat Cara and Ryan, and that was what I needed to do to pull this off.
I grabbed my stuff and was just about to the bathroom when I felt the towel I’d had wrapped around me slip. I jerked around and came face to face with Jackson, who stood before me, his hands now resting on my bare hip. His look was so intense, his touch was so soft, I could already feel my arousal. He didn’t give me a chance. Almost immediately, his lips were on mine.
I dropped the clothes I held in my hand and wrapped my arms around his neck, his tongue washing through my mouth. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me harder while his other hand found its way into my thick hair.
My body betrayed me as I felt my arousal growing stronger and a soft moan escaped my lips as his lips pressed against mine, harder this time. I rested my hands on his chest, my fingers finding the buttons on his shirt. He let me go and tugged at his shirt, pulling it out of his pants, while I shoved his shirt off his broad strong shoulders, then I moved to his belt.
A couple of tugs, and one swift movement from him and his pants were on the ground. He stepped out of them, picked me up and carried me over to my bed, laying me down. He kissed the top of my breasts, then his mouth found my hardened nipple. Sucking the one into his mouth, while I cupped his balls, and ran my hand over his hard cock.
“God, I’ve wanted you for so long.” He mumbled, going back and forth between my nipples, sucking them into his mouth just hard enough to feel him in the pit of my stomach. I bit my bottom lip and ran my hand up his bicep to his shoulder, everything in me telling me I should stop him. I was about to say his name when he reached between my legs and ran his finger through my slick, throbbing center.
He dropped to his knees, his hands traveling to my hips, while he kissed the inside of each thigh. The stubble on his face tickled against the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. He took the skin of my thighs between his teeth, giving me a soft love bite right before connecting his tongue to my center.
One lick, one strong lick over that little bundle of nerves, and I was ready to hit the roof. I let out a loud moan as he continued his glorious torture.
“God, Jackson…” I hissed, letting my head fall back while I arched my back off the bed as he continued delivering firm licks over the swollen bundle of nerves.
He dug his fingers into my hips and sucked me into his mouth, his tongue now circling me. I bit my bottom lip to keep from screaming as my orgasm built.
“Don’t keep quiet for me. I want to hear you.” He whispered, before he lowered his mouth back to my center.
My eyes closed tight, my back arched off the bed. I slipped my fingers into his thick hair and let out a loud moan that filled the room. “Jackson…please…”
He didn’t let up, instead keeping one hand on my hip, I felt him press two fingers at my opening, sliding them inside of me just enough that I knew he was there. A few minutes of him tracing around my opening, he slipped his fingers deep inside of me, his tongue dancing over my clit, only this time he wasn’t stopping. He picked up the pace and soon I was writhing on the bed screaming his name.
I’d barely had a moment to come down when I felt him flip me on the bed and pull me up onto my knees. He gripped my shoulder, pushing me down onto the bed, and slid his hard cock deep inside of me. I was so tight and felt so full as he thrust into me.
“God Bailey. You feel so amazing.” He hissed, as he pounded into me at a quick fast pace.
I fisted the sheets and closed my eyes tight while I allowed myself to feel every inch of him. I reached down and cupped his already tight balls, cradling them. He’d always loved it when I did that and the second my hand connected with him, his breathing changed. A few seconds later, his body tight as he gave the last few thrusts, before letting his release take over his body.
* * *
I pressed the button for the elevator and stood back, fidgeting with my small clutch purse as I looked at my watch.
“Bailey, relax.” Jackson said quietly while watching me.
“I can’t. We are late.”
“So what? We’re late. Big deal. So everyone has to wait a few minutes longer to eat.”
“It matters, Jackson. I spoke to Cara over an hour ago. I told her I would be up shortly.”
Jackson let out a breath and stepped over to me, wrapping his arm around my waist. “Relax.” He whispered, his breath tickling my neck as his lips danced over my skin. “You’re plans…they changed.” He said, rubbing his nose along the column of my neck, taking in the scent of my perfume.
“Stop. This is the exact actions that got us to this point.”
“So what?” He whispered, wrapping his arms around the front of my body, resting them on my stomach, his fingers dancing lightly over my bare skin. “A little trouble is good for everyone.” He said, nipping my earlobe.
My stomach twisted and suddenly I felt sick. I wasn’t ready for this. I wasn’t ready to answer questions about us. I wasn’t ready for him to be all over me, yet here we were.
“I thought I explained myself to you earlier this morning.” I said, closing my eyes as I leaned against him.
“You did, and I respect that. I swear they won’t even notice.”
The ding of the elevator tore me from his arms and together we stepped inside. I’d never be so happy to see another person inside of the elevator because that meant that he would have to keep his hands occupied. I stepped over to the far corner of the elevator and waited while Jackson hit the floor number.
The instant the door opened, I stepped out and walked ahead of Jackson down the hall to the room where our brunch was being held. I stopped just outside the door, ran my hand over my hair and looked down and ran my hands over my pants, hoping to smooth them out. I took a deep breath and then rounded the corner. Everyone was seated at the table and the second I stepped inside; they all turned their eyes on me and then they fell on the man behind me. Immediately, all talking silenced, and they all stared in our direction.
I noticed immediately that Cara and Ryan gave one another a knowing glance, and then Ryan stood up and cleared his throat. “Well, there they are. We were about to send out a search party.” He said, coming over and guiding me to an empty chair. The second I sat down he turned and shook hands with Jackson and mumbled something to him I could quite make out.
Cara leaned over to me and placed her hand on mine. “Everything okay?” she questioned, glancing over at Jackson and then at me.
My stomach rolled, and I reached for the glass of water in front of me. My hand shook as I took a sip and then nodded. Jackson pulled out the chair beside me and sat down.
“Morning Cara.” He said, ignoring the fact that she was waiting for me to respond. “Sorry to keep everyone waiting.”
“Morning Jackson. No worries.” She answered and then looked at me. “Bailey?” She whispered, “Is everything okay?”
I nodded my head because I knew if I spoke, my voice would give everything away. I brought my water glass to my mouth and took another sip, swallowing hard.
I was sure she’d turn her attention to Ryan while we waited for food, but she didn’t. Instead, she kept her eyes trained on me. “You sure everything is fine?” She asked again. “You look…odd.”
I nodded, “I’m fine.” I whispered, my voice cracking. She squinted her eyes as if she were trying to read me, but I looked away. I was never so glad when Ryan started talking to the entire table, finally taking Cara’s eyes from me.
Ryan said a few words while our food was being served. When the server placed my breakfast in front of me, my stomach rolled at the smell of my egg omelet. I hated lying to my best friend, and I knew she’d take one look at my pale face and she’d know exactly what had happened.
“Be a good girl and eat your breakfast.” Jackson whispered in my ear as his hand slid onto my upper thigh, gently squeezing it. I just about jumped up from where I was sitting when I casually glanced in his direction. He gave me a tiny nod, then leaned over and whispered into my ear.
“Calm yourself. Don’t worry, everything is fine. They don’t know.”
When I looked up from where I’d been staring down at my plate, I noticed Cara watching me with a curious look and it was at that moment I knew she knew.