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Jake

It was so like Greyson, to taste me then to leave me deserted. I gathered my composure before walking into the ballroom again. I wanted to give Mr. Sacks a piece of my mind.

I wanted to storm in there and slap his smug face and mess up his perfectly lined hair.

So smug!

"Care for a drink?" Jake offered, I glanced at this very apple pie cut man, he always seemed to wear navy. Who could blame him though, he looked good in navy.

"Or are you too proud to take a drink from this asshole," he jokes,

My mind going straight to the gutter, I burst out laughing, "I would never deny a drink, especially when it has a cherry in it,"

"Mmmm trick of the trade, I used to bartend in college. Girls never seemed to deny a drink if it had some type of fruit in it,"

"I'm no girl, Mr. Goldbridge," I sipped my drink making eye contact with him, "I'm a woman,"

His lips widened to a smirk, "No doubt in my mind,"

"Tell me, Miss Sterling, may you accompany me to this dance?" his hand reaching for me, I take his hand and let him guide me to the floor.

His hand on my lower back, our bodies pressed against one another. The smell of cleanliness, I look up to him, his smile still wide.

"Where did you learn how to dance?" I ask,

"My parents were dancers," he paused, twirling me around and pulling me right back in.

The lights are dim and in the shadows, his features stand out so brightly. The strong edges and smile lines were written on his face. He most likely had led a joyful life.

"I can't believe I'm dancing," I whispered, so close to his ears that my lips are tempted to touch.

He spins me faster, always as if sweeping me through the air. My feet were gliding, following his movements. He wasn't demanding or imposing, but simple. Simplicity in the finest way, he led but didn't command. My body fell in rhythm with his. His eyes looking at me with a feeling of longing, as if we had ever been close. He was beautiful, in every sense of the word.

He brings me close; I lean my head onto his chest. Listening to his heartbeat, I can hear him murmuring the lines to the song. His voice low. Almost as if he meant them.

I wanted the feeling to last.

I pushed open the door to my bedroom, pulling at his tie. I laid back onto my bed. I began to unbuckle his pants rapidly when he reached for my lips again. The kisses filled with ecstasy. His kiss wasn't like all the other men, but one steeped in a passion that ignited. I grew hungry for more, he held back, our foreheads touching each other, yet teasing me.

He unzipped my dress and tossed it aside, his body on top of mine. He grabbed my hands pinning them to the side of the bed, as he moved his mouth down my neck. Sending shivers down my spine. My legs wanting to wrap around him.

"Caroline," he says in a low husky voice, as his fingers trace my inner thighs

My heart flutters at the sound of his voice. He pulls off my underwear, kissing me gently just below my stomach. Slowly making his way under. I let out a moan as I feel him in me. My legs want to tighten as the pleasure electrifies my senses. My body inches upward, trying to escape him. He pulls my pussy closer to him, making me moan louder. I want to control the climax, but I can't.

My toes curl as I let out a sigh of relief and pleasure escapes my lips.

He moves on top of me, his blue eyes burned into mine. I lean to kiss him, his body-hugging mine. I want to taste him, our bodies entangled. He begins slowly than quickly speeds up, the next thing I know my head is lightly banging against my headboard. He's in deep. Time passes quickly. My body is aching, yet I don't want it to end, I want him in me. I like aching for him. It was as if he was intoxicating me, I didn't care that my insides were hot or that my legs were sore from being pinned down. I crave his sweat on me, and I wanted mine on him.

I flipped him over to slide down onto him. His erect cock rubbing against my wet pussy lips. I grinded my clit against him. He leaned forward burrowing his head in my chest. Kissing my breasts gently, he gently toyed with my nipples. Giving them enough attention to make me quiver.

I slid on the cock taking it all in. It dug deep into me. I pushed him down to the bed, a smile curling my lips. I wanted to push him to the edge, deny his touch to my body. Drive him to madness. To anger. For him to force me to obey him

What is wrong with me?