Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 67355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
My body comes alive, connected to the source of its addiction. Our tongues circle in a passionate dance of lust.
He cups my breast and gives it a gentle squeeze and I can’t help but squirm as familiar sensations of delight course through me. I didn’t realize how much I would miss his touch. Being in his arms again feels natural.
And right.
Maybe I was fighting this connection between us out of fear but I didn’t want to live my life based on what ifs anymore.
I pull away to catch my breath. “Jackson, we can’t. Not now. I only came to talk.”
He starts peppering kisses against my neck. “Then talk, I’m not stopping you.”
Jackson squeezes my breast, making me moan.
“I can’t think when you do that.”
“I know.” He drops another kiss on my lips before scooting me off his lap and adjusting himself.
His very prominent erection tents his pants and I lick my lips involuntarily. I shake my head to rid myself of my carnal thoughts. “I didn’t come here for that but, I didn’t mind it.”
He blows out a breath. “It’s hard for me to keep my hands to myself when you’re around. But I take it from your response that you’re willing to give us a chance?”
“Yes. I think I owe it to myself to see if you and I can make this work. I think we should take things slow for now. With my father’s treatment and you and your company on the cusp of going public, I think we have a lot of outside factors to take care of first. But whatever time we can spend together, I’d like to see where this goes.”
I find myself engulfed in his arms again. “Thank you. You have no idea how much this means to me, Zora and I promise I will make everything up to you.”
“You’d better or I’m going to kick your ass,” I tease.
He pulls away from me with tears gleaming in his eyes. “Therapy is helping me way more than I thought it would, but I still have a long way to go until I’m a better me. I can’t promise that I won’t get jealous sometimes because I’m scared of being without you, but I will do my very best to control my impulses. I love you much Zora Knight, and in the past I may have made you cry, but for the rest of my life, I vow to spend my days making you smile.”
My heart flutters in my chest as I cup his cheek. “I’d expect nothing less, Jackson Champion.”
His head descends and our lips meet in a kiss.
EPILOGUE
ZORA
Ilove Jackson Champion.
I never thought I’d string those words together but he’s been true to his word. This past year has been an absolute whirlwind. Jackson’s company has since gone public and his partner Gavin are the darlings of the business world.
I tease him when he’s pictured in business magazines but he takes it in stride. He travels a lot and doesn’t get to Champion as often as we’d like but when I have a long weekend, he flies me out to see him, like now.
I can get used to the first class life. Jackson insists I only fly in comfort.
After collecting my bag from the baggage carrousel, I look out for a sign with my name on it. He usually sends a limo driver to meet me when I fly to see him.
A large bouquet of yellow roses appear before me and I look up to see Jackson standing there.
I throw my arms around him and our lips meet in a passionate kiss.
He groans pulling away. “You’re wearing that yellow dress again. Don’t you know your ass is in trouble when you wear that?” He murmurs dropping a kiss on the side of my neck.
If he would have said that to me a year ago, it would have held a completely different meaning, but therapy has mellowed him out. The only time he ever shows aggression is in the bedroom and I love every second of it.
The best part about dating Jackson, is getting to know him for the person he’s always had the potential to be. He’s funny, sweet, thoughtful and romantic.
“I wore it on purpose because I’m a bad girl.” I stick my tongue out at him.
“You just wait until I get your ass home,” He growls hugging me again.
“Get a room,” a man mutters as he walks past us.
We break apart with a laugh.
“Here, you take these and I’ll get your luggage.”
He hands me the bouquet and I inhale their intoxicating scent. “I didn’t realize you’d be picking me up. You’re always stuck in meetings.”
He picks up my luggage. We haven’t seen each other in two weeks and I was eager. Besides, spending as much time with you as possible is a win.”