When Our Stories Entwine

Chapter Twenty Four - Maggie

Maggie -

I desperately gaze into his diamond eyes, waiting for confirmation that we'll be okay, and I get it.

"We're okay, I love you." Jackson whispers to me right before my lips come crashing into his.

A hungry fire sparks from the connection of our mouths and sweeps through my body, leaving me desperately pawing for more.

Animal impulses take over and I jump onto him, fastening my legs around his torso. He instinctively grips my ass and with very little effort pulls me up over his hips.

Jack walks backward and at first, I believe he's trying to catch his balance until I realize he's reaching for the blinds. There's not a soul left in the office beside us, and even if there were, at this moment I couldn't care less. Let them watch.

"You're mine." Jackson whispers before his lips begin to suck the tender skin under my jaw.

"I'm yours." I give in entirely, there could be no one else.

His hands come to life as they wander my body, leaving every nerve ending throbbing, aching for more.

He reaches for my breasts, pulling them up and over the top of my dress before he teases my nipples one after the other. Gently suckling them in turn while the other hand skilfully slips up my skirt and rubs the lining of my underwear, searching for a way to slip in.

I weave my fingers through his soft dark hair and pull his lips back to mine, earning a soft moan from him that I swallow happily.

Jackson doesn't bother knocking my papers to the floor before he lays me on top of the desk. We're frantic, so desperate to become one with each other that nothing else seems to matter.

I pull his half-tucked shirt from his trousers and frantically fumble with his belt. Before long Jack withdraws his hands from my breasts to rescue my fumbling hands and within a flash, his pants are around his ankles.

He pushes my panties to the side, finding me warm and ready. His fingers gently slide inside me, paving the way for the main course while his thumb dances circles on my bud, leaving me aching for more until I can't linger any longer.

"Please." I whimper.

That's all it takes before Jack thrusts into me, filling my desperate need yet still leaving me begging for more.

My breath catches as Jack let's out a moan that is music to my ears, pausing with the first plunge as if he's savoring the feeling of me being wrapped around him.

"Fuck." He moans before he begins moving inside me again. Our sweat-slick bodies slide together, hips moving with mine in a steady rhythm.

I feel closer to him than I've ever felt before. No one could ever compare with him, there will be no man before nor after, he's mine.

Jackson porter is mine, forever and for always.

I bring his lower lip between my teeth, earning another melodic moan.

His steady movement never slows and my breasts bounce from the breach of my dress as he thrusts into me, filling me more with each pump.

My hands roam his body, and I feel a few beads of sweat trickle down the defined muscles in his chest.

I arch my back and stretch beneath him, feeling pressure building in my lower belly. His hands grip my hips to steady my trembling body and his breath begins to falter until it's completely ragged.

I shudder against him, my legs shake as pure ecstasy rips through me, leaving my every nerve ending tingling.

Jack collapses onto me and although he's like a ton of bricks, I don't ask him to move. This closeness is what I've been missing desperately the entire weekend.

Jack's phone abruptly starts ringing, disturbing our quiet moment and he places a tender kiss on my forehead before he peels himself off me.

We search the floor for our clothes somewhat frantically and I start dressing quickly, considering it's slightly awkward to be naked in the office without lust driving me.

Jack slides his boxer briefs on but doesn't bother rushing to gather the rest of his clothes. Instead, he simply pulls his phone out of his jean pocket and checks who's calling.

"Who is it?" I ask nosily.

"No one important." Jack brushes off my question as he quickly denies the call.

"Maggie are you in there?" Nick calls from outside the door and my eyes widen as they land on Jack.

"Yes, just a minute!" I shout but the door begins to open anyway.

I finish throwing on my top and dart to the door, attempting to close it to a crack. I can't believe I just had loud sex with people still in the office.

My heart starts beating frantically as I wonder if he's heard us.

I glance at Jackson and see him standing proudly, with his hands on his hips and the outline of his erection pressing against his boxer-briefs. 

Why isn't he hurrying to get dressed?

"Hi Nick, what's up?"  I say through the door that's open just wide enough so my head can poke out.

"I was just going to remind you we're closing shop soon and if you don't want a repeat of the other night I'd start moving towards the exit."  Nick pauses and gives me a cocky smile.  "Unless you're purposely looking to get locked in a building alone with me again."

'Shit.' I think as I remember Jackson is listening in.

"As much as I'd love to hang out, I've got plans tonight.  Jack and I are heading to Prescott tonight."   Thankfully Nick grasps my subtle hint and nods his head silently while looking at the floor.  If I didn't know better I'd think he was disappointed.

Nick lifts his head and shouts behind me to Jackson, "You two drive safe."

With a cheeky wink, Nick turns and heads for the elevator and I shut my office door behind me.

Jackson is still standing half-naked, not even bothering to get dressed.

How incredibly cocky, literally.

"What are you waiting for?" I lean down, grab his pants and throw them at his chest but he effortlessly catches them with one hand. "Get dressed."

"We're still going to Prescott tonight?" He asks, clearly disappointed.

"Yes, I figure we'll stay in a hotel or something then head down and see him in the morning. Before you ask, no, I won't wait any longer. If you want to wait until tomorrow you can meet me there or something." I'm starting to get irritated, surely he's got something up his sleeve to delay us again.

"You're sure as hell not going by yourself with your shitty old Sonata." His tone is playful.

"I sure as hell am." I cross my arms in defiance and he rolls his eyes but his lips deceive them as he forms a smile.

"Alright we'll leave tonight, but we're taking my Dodge Charger." He states and I'm okay with the compromise considering I'm not sure my car will make it all the way there.

"Deal." I smile and he makes his way across the room pulling me into another kiss.