"Ooof, it's getting hot in here." Elizabeth fanned her hands over her face as she glanced between me and Jackson.
I blushed harder under the fluorescent strobe lights.
"What did you say their names were?" She asked glancing at Oliver and Mattie.
"The blonde is Matthew and the one with the beard is Oliver." I swallowed the lump in my throat, it was very stressful to ignore the weight of Jackson's stare.
"Threesome, here I come." She swayed her hips as she walked towards them. I did not have the heart to tell her that they truly were gay.
"You were planning on having a threesome?" I finally look at Jackson. His gaze sits heavy on my face. There is a dangerous edge to his voice.
"No." My voice sounds low and meek. I clear my throat. God, why does my body malfunction around this man?
"Good. Dance with me?" His eyes soften as he extends his right hand towards me.
I don't know what consumes me to put my palm into his. But he closes his fingers around mine and I feel safe, assured and at home.
If home is a blazing inferno.
Slowly the fire spreads at my waist and down my hips when he laces his fingers at my lower back. It's a respectful distance away from my butt, but still close enough that I get tingles of heat in my core.
"You look breath-takingly beautiful." Not beautiful, not gorgeous, not nice but breathtaking beautiful.
"Thank you." I look into his multicolored eyes and watch as the hazel in them darkens.
"You clean up nice yourself." I return his compliment.
"That I do, don't I?" His eyes twinkle.
"Cocky much?"
"Oh you have no clue."
"I think I do, I distinctly remember you flirting the pants off me whilst I was married."
Suddenly the air between us shifts from playful to tense.
Hot.
Anticipating.
"You are not married anymore though, are you?" He pulls me closer and I tighten my grip on his shoulders as one hand curls at the base of his skull, touching his soft strands of dark hair.
"I'm not." I whisper. And only now do I realize just how close we have gotten. The next word he speaks touch my lips.
"God, April, you have no idea how long I have wanted to hear that."
"Tell me then."
"Since the moment I found out you were married to that fucker." One of his knees slides between my thighs and we come to a slow stop near a dark corner of the dance floor.
"You flirted with me before that."
"Well, one thing didn't change even after I got to know that you were taken."
"What?"
He glances down at my lips then back into my eyes. I grip his hair and his hands slide down to my hips where a steel clad grip anchors me to him.
I gasp when I feel his erection against my belly. He's hard. And by the feel of him, big.
"The things I wanted to do to you." He leans back onto a wall and pushes his thigh higher between my legs so that it brushes my pussy through the underwear.
I don't hold back the moan.
"Oh, Jackson." He shifts so that his knee presses onto my clit. I can't think straight. The sensation is too much. All I can see and feel are him and only him.
His lips attach to my jaw where he starts to plant open mouthed kisses.
Morbidly I realize, he has stopped moving his knee but I am now riding his thigh.
I whimper when pulls his knee away, when I look down I turn red at the sight of wetness on his dress pants.
He doesn't let me get away from him though. With a grip on jaw he turns my face towards him as he stands to his full height.
"The first time I make you come won't be in a dark dirty corner of a club."
"I don't see you making me come at all." I smart my mouth at him.
His eyes blaze with promise and he smirks.
"Oh, April. Now I am going to make you count each and every orgasm." He tsks his tongue.
"Such a tedious task for a bad bad girl."
I don't know where I get the courage to say the next words but they are out before I can filter them.
"I can be a good girl." I purr as I lean into his touch.
If possible, his cock grows even harder against me.
"Show me." With that I follow him out the club and into his car.
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