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not that it mattered. We both knew where this was going.
                  Beneath my fingers, he tensed. He jerked me closer, his gaze never leaving mine.
                  “What kind of game do you think you’re playing? Are you your mother’s daughter after all?”
                  His words struck like a blow, but I didn’t move away from him even as his hands continued to roam over my body.
                  Jackson picked me up and carried me to his bed. Lowering me slowly back against its softness before slowly removing my clothing. Then he was there beside me taking his time. Suddenly, I was afraid—I wasn’t so sure anymore. I didn’t understand any of this. I had no idea why I was with him or why I was reacting to his touch the way that I was. I didn’t even like Jackson. I didn’t want to say the words that would stop this from happening either. I closed my eyes tight and put my head against his chest.
                  “Please—I, I need you." Those reluctant words escaped, surprising the both of us. My voice trembled from desire. I wasn’t sure what I wanted from him—I’d never been in a situation so out of control as this before and I hated that he was the one bringing me to this point.
                  He pushed me back against the pillows, pulling the covers away from us. His gaze wandered slowly over me. All the while my conscience screamed just how sorry I would be if I went through with this.
    He l eaned over me, his hands on either side of my body, the tip of his tongue tracing the tracks of my tears. I trembled at his touch.
                  His mouth took possession of my body. He took his time, exploring every inch of me while I lay powerless in his arms hating myself, understanding my mother more than I’d ever wanted to believe possible and knowing that this guy was about to destroy all of my happiness.
                  My body shook with each touch, each stroke of his finger and he smiled at all my responses.
                  Jackson took control of my body with one single stroke and I couldn’t hold back the sob that escaped, that had him frozen in place looking down at me in wonder.
    Somehow, I managed to let go of all my tension then. I mov ed closer, clearing away all doubt in his mind. The need he’d created inside of me was nothing short of torment. When I opened my eyes and met his, I knew he felt the same way.
                  I shut the door on my conscience and that voice in my head that assured me I was going to live to regret this night very soon and let go of all my reservations at last. My final hope of coming out of this untouched disappeared when Jackson said my name before he came inside me.
                  Reality came to me slowly, bringing the world around us back into focus. Jackson rolled away from me his arms wrapping around me so that he took me with him. I couldn’t move even if I wanted to. I lay exhausted against him listening to the sound of his heart racing against my ear.
                  He suspected something, wanted to ask the question, but I was just as certain I could never bring myself to answer any of his questions no matter what it cost me.
    Jackson shifted my weight away from him so that he could look fully into my troubled eyes.
                  A noise outside his bedroom door spared me the awkwardness of answering his questions. We both became aware of what we’d been too caught up in each other to notice before.
                  “Ben.” We said his name at the same time.
                  Ben had to be standing just outside the door. He said something angry and unflattering about me. I'd betrayed Ben in the worst possible way. I could not have felt more like my mother than I did at that moment.
                  Jackson sat up in bed and I tried to get out, but he