Rosie shifts on her hands, sliding her underwear down her legs. I tug my pants down until my cock springs free and allow her to guide me between her thighs. I nudge my tip at her wet heat and nearly black out. I take a steadying breath to stop myself from rutting into her like a beast. I swipe my tip through her wetness, loving the little gasp she makes at the sensation.
Finally, I end both our torture and slowly plunge into her. Her heat envelops me and my head falls to her shoulder at the sensation. She squeezes around me and I think I enter heaven. “What are you doing to me?”
She tilts her hips, swallowing me deeper. My hand grips her thigh as I press kisses along her neck and rock into her.
We groan together at the feeling. It’s never been like this. Never.
I pull out and plunge back in, lifting her skirt higher on her waist and pulling back to watch us move together. I bring my hand back to her clit and tease her alongside every thrust.
“Jackson, I can’t–” She breaks off with a gasp as her thighs twitch.
“You can, pretty girl,” I purr, snapping my hips faster and hooking her leg higher. “Come on my cock, Rosie. I want to feel you. ”
My other arm tightens around her back, pulling our bodies flush, our wedding finery in disarray. I take her swollen lips in mine and it doesn’t take long for us to both tumble over the edge. Her head tilts back and I press my lips to her jumping pulse point.
We stay like that for a few seconds, catching our breath, until a loud laugh from inside the party has us jumping apart. Rosie gently pushes me backward but I stay in front of her protectively as she tugs her dress back down and jumps off the balcony whilst I do up my fly and refasten the buttons of my shirt. A quick glance confirms it’s still just us out here and the laugh was from inside.
Rosie holds her face in her hands and takes a steadying breath.
“You okay pretty girl?” I ask, pushing my hair back.
She lets out a weak laugh. “I thought you weren’t calling me that anymore.”
“I said I would stop if you didn’t like it,” I say with a grin. I want to grab her hand and take her back to my roomwhere I can whisper more compliments she won’t accept into her skin until she can’t take it anymore.
“I’m going to go back inside now.” She doesn’t look at me, awkwardly playing with the clip in her hair.
“I’ll walk you in,” I say, stepping closer to her.
“No, it’s uh—I’m just going to sneak back to my room.” She finally turns to face me, lifting her chin.
I shoot her a wink and can’t help the thrill of seeing another blush rise in her cheeks.
“Alone,” she enforces with a groan before rubbing at her temple. “We shouldn’t have done this.”
“Why not?” I ask, finally catching her arm with my hand. I trace my fingers against her wrist gently but she shifts free.
“This was a bad idea.”
“It was one of my best actually.”
“I think it would be for the best if we just forget it ever happened.”
“I don’t know if I can do that.”
“Try,” she says as she turns back to the party. “Goodnight Jackson.” She says as she walks back into the party. She doesn’t look back.
3
ROSIE
6 weeks later
With a frustrated moan,I pull the black trousers down my legs and throw them into the corner of the room. My usual work uniform of jeans and a faded knit jumper had to be relegated today for something more professional to impress the company bosses who are coming in for a quarterly meeting.
I’ve never really minded wearing my corporate wardrobe but it’s never escaped my notice that the guys at work wear a variation of jeans and a graphic t-shirt every day regardless, but I know if I wear anything vaguely non-professional I get a horrified side eye.
It’s fine, whatever, I can dress nicely on occasion. Normally. Not today when all of my clothes are apparently two sizes too small. I glare at my body in the mirror, frustrated tears pricking at my eyes.Beautiful. I bite my lip as Jackson’s words echo in my ears. I have done everything in my power to forget that night, forget how he made me feelwith his whispered compliments, including drinking an unreasonable amount of wine when I got back to my room and vomiting it all up the next morning. I had allowed his words to settle in my heart, I had allowed the way he filled me with confidence to settle under my skin and spread my legs for him. His raspy groans and hot hands made me feel powerful and beautiful. Like a seductress bringing one of the most handsome men in the world to his knees.
