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Chapter Twenty

IVY

I roll onto my back, staring at the ceiling.

No way in hell I’m sleeping. Not after that.

Not after the way his voice got all low and rough, like he was holding himself back. Like he wanted to say even more.

God.

I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to shake it off, but my whole body is aching. Throbbing.

Before I can overthink it, my fingers hover over my screen.

And then, I just type:

Me: I’m so turned on right now it’s ridiculous.

Delivered.

I immediately flip my phone over.

What the hell am I doing??

I should take it back. Pretend it was a typo. Blame it on autocorrect.

My phone buzzes.

I flip it back over so fast I nearly drop it.

Jackson: I know.

Heat floods my cheeks. I laugh.

And then another message pops up.

Jackson: So am I.

I exhale slowly, my stomach tightening.

Me: Mmm. Good.

A pause.

Then:

Me: What are you thinking about right now?

My whole body shivers.

My breath catches.

I shift in bed, pressing my thighs together, trying to keep my sanity.

I type with shaking fingers.

Jackson: I’m thinking about…how it would feel to run my hand through your hair while fucking you from behind

Jackson: How wet you’d be, the sounds you’d make

Oh my God.

Oh my God.

I bite my lip.

Me: I’m so turned on I can’t think straight.

His reply comes instantly.

Jackson: Are you touching yourself?

A shiver runs down my spine.

Ivy: No

Jackson: You should

I don’t even know what I’m about to say.

But he beats me to it.

Jackson: Tell me how bad you want it, Ivy. Tell me how bad you want this.

I suck in a sharp breath, my fingers clenching around my phone.

My body reacts instantly.

Heat pooling low. Skin practically tingling.

I stare at the photo.

Jackson’s sweatpants hang low, his thick cock pressing against the fabric, the deep, sharp V of his abs leading down to a happy trail.

He’s so hard.

For me.

My thighs press together tighter.

Me: Holy shit.

A bubble pops up. He’s typing.

Jackson: That for you, baby.

I let out a quiet whimper, my fingers shaking.

Me: I want it so bad, Jackson.

A pause. Then my phone vibrates again.

Jackson: Then be a good girl and do what I said.

Desire climbs up my spine.

Me: You first.

I can almost picture his grin.

Jackson: Oh, you wanna see me stroke my cock for you, baby?

Jesus. Christ.

I squeeze my legs together, every inch of me aching.

Me: Yeah. I do.

Jackson

I curse under my breath, gripping my phone tighter.

She’s driving me fucking crazy.

I slide a hand down, palming myself through my sweats, groaning at the pressure.

My thumb hovers over my camera.

Fuck it.

I tug my sweats down just enough to wrap my hand around my length.

Then, I snap the photo.

Not too much—just enough.

Enough to make her suffer.

And I send it.

Ivy

I gasp out loud.

My entire body floods with heat.

Because there he is—his big hand wrapped around his cock, thick and leaking at the tip.

All for me.

Me: God, Jackson.

Jackson: I want you so bad I can’t fucking stand it.

I whimper.

Me: Me too.

His reply is instant.

Jackson: Then touch yourself, baby. And tell me how fucking good it feels.

I bite my lip, my breath coming in shallow gasps. My entire body is on fire. Every nerve ending tingling. I shouldn’t want this so bad, but I do.

Because Jackson fucking knows how to get to me.

His texts alone have me squirming, aching, needy. And now, with the image of him burned into my brain—his big hand wrapped around his cock, stroking himself for me—I’m completely wrecked.

My fingers tremble as I slide my hand down my stomach, slipping past the waistband of my panties.

Me: I wish it was your hand.

Jackson’s reply comes instantly.

Jackson: Show me, baby.

I hesitate for only a second before lifting my phone, angling it just right. My skin is flushed, my thighs parted, the evidence of how badly I want him glistening under the dim light of my bedroom.

I snap the picture.

A rush of adrenaline surges through me as I hit send.

My phone buzzes.

Jackson: Jesus Christ, Ivy.

A shaky exhale leaves my lips.

Me: You like?

Jackson: I’m fucking obsessed. You’re so goddamn sexy.

The thought of him staring at my picture, stroking himself harder, sends another wave of heat crashing through me.

Me: I wish you were here.

Jackson: I’d have you pinned to the bed in seconds. My mouth between those sweet thighs, tasting how fucking perfect you are.

I moan softly, my fingers circling my clit, imagining his rough hands gripping my hips, his mouth hot against my skin, his voice in my ear.

Jackson: Tell me how it feels, baby.

Me: So good. I’m so close.

Jackson: That’s it. Let me hear you, Ivy. Come for me.

My back arches as the pleasure builds, coiling tighter and tighter. My toes curl, my breath stuttering.

Jackson: Be a good girl and let go.

That’s all it takes.

I press down the record button on a voice message while a sharp cry escapes me as the tension snaps, waves of ecstasy crashing over me. My whole body trembles, my fingers slowing as the pleasure pulses through me.

I hit send.

A few moments later, my phone vibrates again.

Jackson: Fuck, baby. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.

I smile lazily, still breathless.

Me: Did you…?

Jackson: Not yet. Still hard as a rock

Me: Oh. Well…can I help?

Jackson: Any way you want to

I hesitate for only a second before tilting my phone downward, snapping a picture that’s just enough.

My full, swollen breasts spilling over the top of my bra, my skin still flushed from the orgasm he just gave me. A tease. But one that will drive him insane.

I hit send.

My phone buzzes almost immediately.

Jackson: Jesus fucking Christ, Ivy. You’re so sexy.

Jackson: Those perfect tits… damn, they’re gonna swell as the baby grows, aren’t they?

My breath hitches. A slow heat spreads through me. I shift against the sheets, squeezing my thighs together.

Me: You like that?

Jackson: I fucking love that.

Jackson: I’d bury my face between them every damn morning if I could.

A shiver rolls down my spine. My fingers hover over the keyboard, but before I can even think of a reply, he sends another message.

Jackson: You’re already so goddamn beautiful, Ivy. But fuck, knowing you’re carrying my baby? That you’re gonna be even fuller, even softer? I can’t fucking handle it.

My pulse pounds. My skin feels hot all over.

Me: That turn you on?

Jackson: You have no idea.

Me: Tell me.

There’s a pause. Then?—

Jackson: I’m picturing you naked right now. In my bed, stretched out for me. Your tits full, your belly round. So goddamn gorgeous, all soft and needy for me.

My breath catches.

Me: I’d be so needy. So desperate for you.

Jackson: Yeah?

Me: Mhm.

Jackson: Would you let me take care of you?

Me: Yes.

Jackson: Good girl.

A whimper slips from my lips. My fingers are shaking again as I type.

Me: What else would you do to me?

Jackson: You really wanna know?

Me: Tell me.

Jackson: I’d strip you down so slow, baby. Kiss every inch of you. Worship you. Feel our baby kicking under my hand, worshipping those tits while I fuck you so deep you’ll never want me to stop.

My whole body shudders as I finger my clit. I can’t even think straight.

Me: Jackson…

Jackson: You close again, baby?

Me: Yes.

Jackson: Then be a good girl and let me hear you come again.

And just like that?—

I shatter.

Again.

Jackson

I grip my phone so fucking tight my knuckles turn white.

Jesus.

I’m already hard as steel, my cock throbbing in my hand, but Ivy? She’s wrecking me.

I’m picturing her exactly how I want her—flushed, breathless, needy as hell with my baby inside her, moaning my name like she can’t fucking help it.

Me: You close again, baby?

A pause. Then?—

Ivy: Yes.

Fuck.

My jaw clenches. My stomach tightens. I stroke myself harder, my breath coming out ragged as I wait for her next message.

Me: Then be a good girl and let me hear you come again.

For a second, all I get is silence.

And then my phone vibrates with a voice note.

Holy fuck.

A soft whimper.

Then a breathy moan.

I swipe immediately, pressing play, and the second I hear her voice—her broken gasps, the soft, choked-off cry as she comes apart for me—I lose it.

My entire body locks up, tenses, clenches, and then?—

“Fuck, Ivy,” I groan as I shatter, shooting rope after rope straight up into the empty air above my cock.

My hips stutter. My chest heaves. I’m so fucking gone, my entire body wrecked as the aftershocks roll through me.

I let out a ragged breath, my muscles tight as I reach for the nearest towel, swiping it over my stomach and hand before leaning back against the pillows.

My phone buzzes again.

Ivy: …Holy shit.

I huff out a breathless laugh, still recovering.

Me: Yeah.

A pause. Then…

Ivy: You good over there?

Me: You just made me come so hard I think I blacked out for a second.

She sends a laughing emoji, then?—

Ivy: Good.

Jackson: Trouble. You’re fucking trouble.

Ivy: You love it.

Damn right I do.

I grin, staring at her name on my screen, my heart still hammering in my chest.