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still fighting her laughter. “Maybe this year has pushed me around the bend.”
    “The year is over, Clara,” he said as he crawled onto his messy bed, moving over her with a predatory grace she would have to be blind not to appreciate. Clara’s laughter subsided as she stared at the beautiful sight of Jackson naked above her. His eyes became soft and adoring as he straddled her body, hovering over her on his hands and knees. He gave her a sad smile as he studied her. “You wanna forget about it for tonight? Forget all of our shit luck? Just sorta… I dunno, pretend Frank never existed?”
    “Okay,” she whispered as she reached up and ran her fingers over the fine hairs on the back of his neck. She moved her hips, brushing herself against his hard cock invitingly. “Lets pretend.”
    She pulled him closer and it wasn’t really an effort to bring his lips to hers.
    Jackson’s mouth crushed against hers when his hips surged forward and he buried himself deeply inside her. She swallowed his low moan, gripping at his thick arms, her fingernails digging into the muscled flesh. Jackson’s tongue mimicked his body as it swept into her mouth, pulled out and then pushed in again.
    She clutched at his hair, holding his mouth to hers while her hips pushed up to met his. Everywhere his skin met hers left a sheen of ecstasy and she shocked both of them by coming again. Her mouth finally broke away from his when her head tossed back.
    Small gasps escaped her with every hard thrust of his cock into her. Throbbing jolts of bliss radiated from her pussy and flowed into her limbs, easing the stress and anxiety that had been her constant companion in a way no bath could.
    Clara was still shuddering from the pleasure pulsing through her when Jackson clasped her tightly to him and flipped onto his back, reversing their positions. He 25

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    brought his knees up behind her. Taking the invitation, she sat up and leaned against his long legs as she tried to regain her breath.
    Her eyes were closed in sated bliss and her head fell back when Jackson’s thumb fanned over the tip of one breast. Her skin was incredibly sensitive after three intense orgasms and her nipple tightened as another pulse of pleasure zinged through her body, going directly to her pussy, causing her to clench around him involuntarily. She blinked, looking down at Jackson through heavily lidded eyes when he moaned.
    He was staring at her in a mixture of hunger and awe while his hand trailed between the valley of her breasts, over her stomach and then gripped her hip. He pulled her tightly to him as he thrust up in a counteraction that created a totally different type of friction, sending new ripples of pleasure through her.
    Feeling languid and lazy, her eyes closed and her head rolled back again. She used the support of Jackson’s legs behind her to rest against as he continued to pull her hips forward with one hand, still thrusting into her and creating the most decadent waves of ecstasy. “Mmm, so good,” she said with a breathy sigh. She didn’t know if it was the position they were in or the fact she was so relaxed and sensitive after her previous climaxes, but she was really enjoying his slow movements. “I like it like this.”
    “Me too,” Jackson said in a voice gravelly with sex, pulling her against him again to emphasize his words. “You’re fucking gorgeous over me.”
    Her eyes opened to look down at him, a surprised smile tugging at her lips. “That’s nice to hear.”
    “Don’t sound so surprised. I’ve always said you were beautiful,” he said, still looking at her with a darkened, lust-clouded gaze. “You just never believed me.”
    Clara fell over him then, her hand resting on the comforter by his head. She moved her hips, taking him deeper, making the friction between their bodies almost unbearably intense as they both moaned. She smiled again when Jackson’s eyes rolled back, his features etched in deep pleasure.
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