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JACKSON

“My hero,” Rosie teases as I pass her a huge bowl of chocolate covered raisins and peanuts.

Since the day I found out how much Rosie loves watching her dancing show, and after meeting Betty, I’ve been over her flat more days than I’ve been in my hotel.

Granted, some of those days I’ve been on back-to-back shoots, working late into the night or early in the morning, but every spare second I have I want to spend it with her.

“I don’t know how you eat that.” I shudder as I lift her sock clad feet and take my place underneath them. She’s wearing the hoodie I left a few weeks back that she insists is more comfy than hers, her glasses perched on her nose and the bowl cradled in her arms happily.

“Sweet, salty and fruity,” she moans happily and I pretend my dick doesn’t perk up at the noise.

Covered head to toe, in a jumper that still has what I expect to be toothpaste stains from yesterday and munching on the worst concoction of food I’ve ever heard in my life, and she’s still the most fuckable woman I’ve ever met .

“Besides, it’s your child that’s craving it, not me,” she says as she shovels in a mouthful with her fingers.

“My child will never eat a raisin in her life.”

Rosie rolls her eyes. “ They can eat whatever they like as long as it’s healthy. Anyway, these are chocolate.”

I lean back into the arm of the couch, my arm stretching across the back, tugging on her ear gently. “If you say so.”

“Oh, it’s starting.” She shushes me as if I hadn’t stopped speaking before tilting her head to the TV.

The familiar trumpets of my new guilty pleasure blare on the screen, and I hide my smile behind my hand as she mimics the music.

If I told any of my guy friends that my ideal Saturday night is now watching a group of amateur dancers and criticizing their technique, they’d never invite me out again.

The first couple comes on with a slow American Smooth. I groan. “These dances are so boring, when are they going to start throwing each other around?”

Rosie shushes me. “It’s technical, so they’ve got to keep their form and take it slowly. He’s doing really well.”

“Look at his arm, his elbow’s practically by his hip,” I say, taking a handful of her chocolate-raisin-peanut monstrosity. “Terrible form.”

A few minutes later as all the judges agree with me, I turn to Rosie with a smug brow. “Told you.”

She laughs as she sets the bowl on the side table before readjusting and placing her hands on the small curve of her belly. The bump is still small, but Rosie insists she’s rapidly becoming the size of a house.

My eyes drop and my hands follow hers, bracketing her dainty hands with my huge ones. It still blows my mind that there’s a person in there, a bit of me and a bit of her, growing toes and fingernails .

“I thought I felt a kick earlier,” Rosie says quietly, as she tugs my hands to the side, attempting to get the baby’s attention. “But I’m not sure.”

“She’s going to be a rugby player,” I say.

“She can pick that up after she’s exited my body, thank you.” She glances up with a gasp. “Oh yes, Kat is on.”

I sit back reluctantly, returning my hand to her foot and gently pressing on the arches of her feet in the way I know she likes.

The lights on the screen dim as the woman appears from the shadow at the back of the stage.

The haunting strings of a violin rise in tempo as her partner appears from behind her.

The woman jumps as his arms curl around her, spinning her to face him as the tempo increases.

He cradles her body close as their lower bodies fly around the floor.

I open my mouth to crack another joke about form when a whimper from my left has my head jerking to Rosie.

Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes are glued to the screen, her legs crossing slightly in my lap.

Awareness washes over me like a shower, causing my cock to twitch.

“Rosie Taylor,” I say, my voice dropping to a purr. Her eyes dart to me, wide and guilty. Busted . “Are you liking the dance, pretty girl?”

I trace my hand along the arches of her foot, slowly roaming further up her calf.

“No,” she squeaks, her face flushing as she shuffles in place.

“Liar.”

She gulps, her eyes flashing back to the screen. The music reverberates around the room, sending a chill down my spine .

I never thought that Saturday night television could set the mood, but I’m very happy it has.

“Hmm. I think you’re feeling the heat, baby.”

Her wide eyes don’t leave mine as a little pink tongue peaks out, wetting her lip. I want to chase it with my own.

She shifts her foot in my lap, accidentally brushing my cock through my jeans. Another gasp escapes her and she jerks her foot away. In a moment of lust filled insanity, I catch it before it goes too far. “This is what you do to me, baby.”

I could be making the wrong move, pushing her before she’s ready. But the way her eyes darken and her hand clenches the arm of the sofa, her mouth dropping open as if ready for my touch, tells me otherwise. “I’m not…” she mumbles. “It’s the hormones.”

I’ll revisit the disappointment flickering in my chest at the excuse later, but now I shake it off. “I can help with that.”

I hold her gaze, my heart pounding in my chest, waiting for her go ahead. I tell myself that if she says no, I’ll let her feet go and turn my attention back to the TV, but she doesn’t. Instead, she gives me a tiny nod of approval.

Gently peeling each of her socks off until I have her bare skin under my palms, I press a kiss to the arch of her foot, not taking my eyes off hers.

I’ve never been into feet, but I’d worship hers if she gives me even the slightest hint that she wants me to.

I want this hoodie off. I want to watch her breasts rise and fall with the breaths I can tell she’s struggling to take slowly.

Another nod is all I see before I release the groan trapped in my throat. Thank fuck .

I gently pull her legs apart, leaving a gorgeous cradle for me to slip into.

I kiss my way along her bare thighs, my tongue tracing the soft sensitive skin that makes her shiver. I tease her as I dart my tongue to explore her inner thigh before mirroring the motions on the other.

My hands reach her shorts before my lips do and I glance up to see her gorgeous lips between her teeth, her eyes wide behind the black frames.

I’m about ready to come in my pants from the sight.

I gently tug at the material in question and her nod almost makes her glasses fall off her nose.

I reach for her, gently pushing them back up.

“I want you to watch while I feast on you, pretty girl. I want you to see the mess I can make of you.” I press the smallest kiss to her nose, knowing that if I catch her mouth, I’ll never want to never let go.

The small moan that escapes is enough to bring a smirk to my lips as I return to her shorts, slowly tugging them off, revealing her to me. All that’s covering her from me is a thin scrap of lace. I gently trace the floral design, feeling her wetness through the material.

I can’t take it anymore. Her scent is intoxicating.

I press a lingering kiss to her pussy through the lace and her back arches off the sofa.

I tease her through the material, swirling my tongue around her clit until she’s whimpering beneath me, pulling away before I grab her thighs and tug her back to my mouth like a starving man.

I gently bite her inner thigh as my hands slide under her plump backside, dragging her underwear down her legs and letting it hook over one ankle.

“Stop playing with me Jackson,” she whimpers. “Please.”

“Anything you want, baby.”

I place my hands back on her ass, spreading her wide and tilting her hips to my mouth as I bury my face between her thighs.

Her cry of pleasure is all I hear before her hands come to my hair, tugging at the strands and making my eyes roll to the back of my head.

I never got to do this last time, though thoughts of her tight pussy kept my hand very occupied for the week afterwards, wondering what she would taste like on my tongue. Heaven, is the answer.

I glance up at her, her head tilted back over the arm of the couch and her nipples nearly poking through the thick material of my hoodie. I groan at the sight before sliding one finger inside her tight, wet heat.

I flatten my tongue against her, swiping through her juices like she’s my last meal.

I crook my finger inside of her and speed up my motions, her body writhing beneath me as her hands clutch at my hair.

Keeping my pace, my tongue flicks against her until she comes with a gasp of pleasure, squeezing my finger and flooding my mouth with her taste.

I kiss her through it, lapping her up on my tongue as her thick thighs clench around my head.

If I die smothered in this woman, it will be a hell of a way to go.

She takes a shuddering breath as I pull back to sitting, my cock weeping in my boxers.

She looks at me dazed, the orgasm having robbed her of speech. “Thank you,” she whispers and I can’t help the chuckle that escapes me.

I gaze down at her as I settle between her open thighs. She cups my cheek with her hand, gently brushing her thumb across my bottom lip, still shiny with her.

It takes all my willpower to not grind into her hot pussy, my cock begging for any relief. But instead, I press a kiss to her flushed cheek .

“You’re welcome, pretty girl.”

I could stay like this forever, her thick thighs wrapped around me and the big blue eyes gazing at me behind the thick frames of her glasses.

I nearly give in, nearly rip my jumper off her body and feast until we’re both groaning in relief, but I see the yawn she tries to hide behind her hand. “Did I wear you out?”

She laughs softly. “Leave me alone. I’m growing a human being.”

I wink at her as I pull myself off the sofa. “Do you want me to leave?”

Her eyes widen, “No! We have to finish Strictly.”

She falls asleep less than one dance in, a blanket thrown over her lap and her feet in mine. I quietly turn the TV off and pick her up, her head tilting towards my chest as I carry her to her bedroom.

She stirs awake enough to grumble in my arms, “I’m too heavy.”

I clutch her to me tighter. She’s as light as a feather compared to the weights I can push at the gym. “Never.”

I gently deposit her in the bed, her eyes firmly closed. There’s nothing I want more than to climb into bed with her, but instead I press a kiss to her forehead and gently pull her glasses off her head. I set them on the bedside table and tiptoe out of the room, gently closing the door behind me.