o my bed and crook a finger at Jackson, who has been watching my progress with hooded eyes whilst shedding his clothes. He hesitates for the merest of seconds bef

, I am so turned on that I feel like I am about to combust at any given moment. Without rational thought my body takes over and I find myself pushing my hips down onto Jackson’s digits trying to find some relief from the sensations rolling through my body in waves. Wordlessly, Jackson dips his h

d give me some relief from the overwhelming sensations. But instead, he only breaks away for a moment, to sheath his once-again-erect cock in a condom, before plunging into me. Setting up a punishing rhythm, Jackson slam

lie there panting, my muscles quivering from the exertion, utterly spent. Quietly, Jackson rolls dow

son says quietly, turning

ree, trying to get my pulse

ually bring them back to mine; I have nowhere to go. I briefly wonder if Jackson is planning his exit strategy until he reaches over and tugs me until I am draped across his body, my chee

rmurs, his voice rumbl

out a deep sigh, sleepiness seeps through my bones, so I close my eyes and listen to Jackson’s breathing. The rhythm of

ss for persuading you to leave early,” Jackson commen

rin sliding across my face when Jackso

ckson asks, his brow

l Jackson. I mean, conversation is not generally a priority with t

starting to look a little irri

we are business partners.” Multiple expres

you for that. I thought you were just the bartender.” I hu

bang. I am more of a silent partner. I do the shifts I want and handle the accounts and ordering, and Finn manages the st

stand me, but you j

m not that young, Jack

sumptions tonight,” Jackson states fl

try to lift the mood. “Stop stressing. This is meant to be fun. So, what do you do then, Jackson?” I

on asks with mirth in his voice. “Wanker b

they seem to talk about is how much money they make and what they are going to spend their exorbitant bonuses on. After a while, it becam

im. “Bloody hell, Kat. You do make me laugh. No, as you put i

. What do you play, or

K leg of our tour tomorrow morning. This was just a stop to meet up

bout your friends,” I say, embarrassment making my cheeks fl

tuck a tendril of hair behind my ear. His hand stills as it cups my jaw. “You are an enigma, Kat,” Jackson says as he stares deep into

I find myself rolling onto my stomach in a self-defensive move to break the intensity of h

s for now, but I will find them out.” I close my eyes as his lips start to work down my neck. Strong hands grip my hi

he tell-tale rip of a condom wrapper, and then Jackson plunges into me from behind. I expect our coupling to be as fast and furious as the last time, but instead, he

ickening his thrusts and landing a sharp slap on my arse. The accumulation of sensations sends my head reeling, so much so that I feel like I am floating. A hand snakes around and finds my cli