Page 121 of The Business of Love Box Set 1: Books 1 - 4

HAILEY

J ackson pushed through the front door of our apartment ahead of me and held it open with the toe of his shoe. It still felt weird to refer to the apartment as ours . But it was.

It was all ours.

I slipped in past him, dropped my purse on the table beside the bowl of our keys, and started walking to the bedroom while I unbuttoned my blouse.

“All I’ve been thinking about for the last three hours is coming home, taking this damn bra off, and putting on pants with an elastic waist.”

Jackson chuckled. “I can help you take that stuff off.”

I smiled to myself as I worked my way down the length of my blouse, popping open buttons.

Jackson hadn’t been able to keep his hands off me since we got back to New York.

Being in his office was like torture to him, and as soon as we got home at the end of the day, he always had the same thing on his mind.

Sex.

Wild, rollercoaster, sweaty, earn-your-sleep-at-night, try-every-position, tits-down ass-up thigh-quaking sex.

I couldn’t deny I thought about the same thing all day. Jackson knew what he was doing in the bedroom. And my body had responded to the pregnancy in several ways, one of which was my sex drive.

It was through the damn roof.

Jackson loved this little perk. I, however, wasn’t sold. It meant I always had sore thighs and wet panties, which were two minor inconveniences in the grand scheme of things, but alongside all my other pregnancy symptoms like lower back pain, fatigue, and occasional nausea?

I could have done without it.

Jackson hurried up beside me as I made my way down the hall and grabbed my ass. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about having you all to myself tonight.”

I hid my bemused smile and shrugged out of my blouse as we crossed the threshold into the bedroom. “You know what I was thinking about all day?”

He followed me around the room like a puppy as I kicked off my shoes and stripped out of my bra and work pants.

I tossed it all in my laundry hamper and found a comfortable nightgown in my intimates’ drawer.

It was lilac-colored silk with lace trim on the hem and it made me feel pretty. I pulled it over my head.

“What?” Jackson asked.

“Putting my feet up and relaxing.”

He arched an unimpressed eyebrow. “How did I fall for that?”

“Seeing as how you fell for it last night? I have no idea.”

“That’s it.” Jackson bent at the knees and scooped me up.

I yelped in surprise and tried to escape, but he held me fast and carried me to the bed, where he gently lowered me down onto my back and hovered over me.

“I’m going to have to teach you a lesson,” he growled seductively.

I ran one leg up the side of his. “What sort of lesson?”

He nipped at my lips. “One you won’t forget.”

“No promises. Pregnancy brain is a thing.”

“Keep being a smart ass at your own risk.”

I loved that the playful part of our friendship was still the foundation of our relationship.

Nobody in this world made me laugh the way Jackson did.

Nobody made me feel more beautiful, either.

The insecurities I had in the beginning had long since faded away and he made me feel like a queen every damn day.

“There’s a lot of talking going on and not a lot of doing,” I teased.

Jackson fixed me with a dark, drool-worthy stare.

How I’d gotten lucky enough to end up with a man like him, I had no idea.

As he held himself over me, the muscles of his shoulders were bunched and his collarbones were indented.

I traced a finger along the bones into the groove where they met.

My tongue wandered down to the collar of his shirt, which I tugged gently on.

“Take this off,” I whispered.

Jackson chuckled deeply above me. “I think it’s funny that you think you have any control here.”

He worked his way down the length of my body. My silk nightgown shifted like water between us, gliding against my skin. My nipples were hard beneath the thin fabric, and when Jackson inched it up my thighs, goosebumps came to life on my skin.

He continued shimmying my nightgown up until he settled between my thighs. He met my eyes and held my gaze as he pulled my panties to the side.

I teased him by drawing my bottom lip into my mouth and pinching with my teeth. I rolled my hips, a not-so-subtle dare for him to touch me.

Jackson played games with me. He ran his hands along the inside of my thighs until I could hardly stand it anymore.

My ass lifted off the bed and he dropped his head to meet me.

His tongue flicked over my clit and slid down slowly.

I settled back down on the mattress and a soft sigh escaped me as he licked and suckled.

I reached down and ran my fingers through his hair. He pushed my legs farther apart and ran a finger between my folds. Slowly, he pushed inside me.

My whole body sang with pleasure.

Yes. That’s what I need.

“More,” I purred.

Before I was pregnant, I liked to take my time. I had a normal sex drive and it would take me some time before I was in the right zone. But now? I was there if he looked at me sideways.

And I needed more.

“Please,” I begged.

Jackson gave me what I wanted. He stretched me with another finger and pushed in deep.

All the while, his lips were sealed over my clit and he suckled gently, pausing only to flick his tongue over the sensitive tip.

I flinched and he pushed in deeper until he was pressed up against my G-spot.

I sucked in a sharp breath. Jackson smiled against my pussy and sucked harder.

He flicked his fingers inside me until I thought I was seeing stars.

“Come for me, baby,” he whispered.

Jackson’s words set my body on fire. I trembled beneath him.

My toes curled and a great wave of pleasure broke over me.

I let it pull me under the surface. Jackson fucked me harder and deeper with his fingers until I was clutching the bedding and panting for breath.

He finally took a break to let me recover.

I didn’t need much time.

I propped myself up on my elbows while Jackson went to his knees and pulled his shirt off over his head.

I sat up the rest of the way and pulled his belt out of his pant loops and then undid his fly.

I worked to pull his pants down his thighs but he pulled me up into his lap.

I wrapped my legs around his waist as he lowered himself down so he was sitting cross-legged.

I rocked my hips and ground against him.

Jackson worshipped me with kisses. He worked his way from my lips to my jaw and down my neck and further still, where he peppered them across my chest and cleavage.

I tore my silk nightgown off over my head for him and let him soak in the sight of me naked. He never seemed to tire of it.

“Fuck me,” I whispered.

Jackson struggled to free himself from his boxers. I reached between us and helped. He was hard and ready and I rocked my hips forward. I felt him pressed up against me and pushed down, sitting on his cock. He slid inside me and wrapped his arms around me, holding me close.

Somehow, it still wasn’t close enough.

I craved him with such desperation it scared me. Now that I had him, I never wanted to let go, and I wanted to show him that with my body.

Jackson rolled to his feet and lifted me off the bed with him. He was still inside me. His strength turned me on even more. He sat back down on the bed and lay back, letting me straddle him.

I liked this position a lot right now. I liked the control and the way it engaged all my muscles. My body felt so much more powerful than it ever used to now that I was pregnant. There was something about carrying life inside me that made me feel like a champion.

Jackson was reaping the benefits in the bedroom.

I slid up and down his cock, working him over. He held on to my hips as I rode him. When I worked him up to a state where I thought he was going to blow, he pushed me off him. In a fluid, effortless movement, he rolled me over onto my stomach, lifted me onto my knees, and gave my ass a sharp slap.

I giggled and wiggled my ass in the air for him.

Jackson moved in behind me. He took my hips none too gently and pulled me back against him. He ran his cock up and down my slit. I was so needy and wet. I whimpered and continued rotating my hips.

Finally, he slid himself inside me.

I took all of him and bowed my head. He put a hand in the small of my back and forced me down on the mattress. I kept my ass in the air as he leaned over me, pushing in deep.

“That’s it, baby,” he grated behind me.

I gripped the bedding beneath me and balled it up in my fists. Jackson thrust his hips and fucked me hard and deep. He moved slowly, working me up to my breaking point. He was close. So damn close.

My mind spun as he edged me close to my orgasm. Pregnancy had heightened those, too.

I anticipated my release with excitement. Jackson slapped my ass again. He held my waist and held me in place while he bucked wildly against me, and I came undone at the seams without warning. A cry of euphoria exploded out of me.

I crumpled beneath him and Jackson lost his composure behind me. He filled me up and his thrust slowed, and then he collapsed on the bed beside me, his chest rising and falling with labored breaths.

I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear that had gotten caught in the corner of my mouth. “That was amazing.”

He patted my thigh. “I’m not done with you yet, baby mama. You stay right here. I’ll be back.”

He didn’t move.

I watched him out of the corner of my eye and giggled softly. “Jackson?”

He cracked one eye open. “Hm?”

“How about we just order pizza and put in a movie?”

He grinned, rolled over, and pressed a kiss to my lips. “My God. You really are my dream woman. And you’ve been right in front of my eyes all these years.”

I stroked his cheek and pulled him down for more kisses. “It all happened as it should have. I’m yours now. And I’m not going anywhere.”

Because there is no place I’d rather be than wherever you are.