Jackson Jackson wrapped his arms around Emma, loving the way she seemed to fit so perfectly in them. She was made for him. He kissed her fiercely, tasting her sweetness as they stumbled from the kitchen and out into the living room. Her kisses were sweeter than wine. Maybe it was just his imagination or the fact that she had agreed to be his, but he’d never had better. His hands itched to feel her skin, to take her as his. To make their agreement official in the most primal of ways. She pulled away, shedding her windbreaker and hat. She wore cute capri pants that showed off the curve of her calves and a cute t-shirt. It wasn’t supposed to be sexy, but Jackson couldn’t think of anything he’d rather see more. His hands rubbed up and down her shirt, eager to find their way to her skin eventually. He rubbed his hand up to the back of her neck, where he pulled her in closer for his kiss. His tongue darted inside her mouth, and she responded with short gasps of pleasure. “Come with me,

Emma “I was wondering when you were going to get home.” Her hand went to the silky collar of her robe and she tugged on it gently to reveal just a hint of smooth skin underneath. She liked that he swallowed hard and stared. “Work went long,” he said, his eyes still glued to the bare skin of her chest. She let the robe open just a little more. “If I had known this was waiting for me, I would have been home hours ago.” She grinned and stood from the couch She flipped off the light, letting just the pale glow from the city lights fill the room. With a grin, she undid the ties to the robe and let the fabric slide to the floor. The pale silk pooled around her ankles as she stood naked before him in the pale twilight. She knew the lack of light would hide her flaws. His reaction made all the waiting worth it. His eyes dilated, his mouth opened, and she could see the growing bulge in his pants. She rather liked having this effect on him. She knew that he found her beautiful. She knew tha

Emma She’d stayed at the cemetery for hours waiting for a sign that had never come. She had cried, but didn’t feel better. She just felt empty. Jackson’s apartment was empty when Emma got home. The summer sun cast long shadows as it slowly moved toward evening. The world glowed with orange light, yet Emma didn’t see it. Her thoughts were elsewhere. What if in a few months he didn’t want her anymore? Had she really thought this through? Granted, she’d still have money, but she was starting to develop feelings for him. She liked the way he smiled at her. What if he didn’t feel the same? What if those emotions were one sided? What if after they had a child, he went back to his old philandering ways? It would break her heart and destroy her. She was starting to worry that she’d made a mistake. This had started out being about money and comfort, but now it was turning into feelings. That certainly wasn’t part of the bargain. She sighed and flopped onto the couch in the main room. Sh

Emma Emma barely waited for both of them to get in the limo and the door to close before she kissed him again. She needed his kisses like she needed oxygen. From the way he kissed her back, Jackson felt the same. The car started moving and Emma decided to utilize the space only a limo could provide. She pulled up her dress so that she could straddle his waist. He groaned as she moved over him, his hands going to her hips. The soft silky fabric pooled around the two of them as they made out in the back seat of the limo. Jackson nipped at her lower lip, causing her body to heat with desire and she let out a low moan. “Everything okay back there?” the limo driver asked, glancing back in the mirror. “Perfect,” Jackson replied, his voice tight. She felt his right hand leave her waist and fumble with the buttons until the privacy screen went up. Emma grinned and glanced around at the darkened windows and privacy screen. “I’ve never done it in a limo,” she remarked. “Mmm,” Jackson mum

Jackson“You look very nice, Mr. Weathers,” Mrs. Bales said, looking up from her desk as he passed. She paused typing a memo to smile at him. “Are you going on a date with that lovely Ms. Emma?”At the sound of Emma’s name, Jackson couldn’t help but smile. “No. Business dinner.”“Oh, that’s right. It’s Tuesday.” His secretary nodded and then stood up. “Let me fix your tie. It’s crooked.”Mrs. Bales hobbled around her desk, mumbling something about getting to the doctor for another look at her hips. She stood before her employer and fixed his tie for him. She smiled as she smoothed the dark silk of his tie.“There you go,” she said. “I sent the flowers to your house as instructed. I went with amaryllis because they mean, ‘worth beyond beauty.’”“Where did you learn that?” Jackson asked her.“I looked it up,” Mrs. Bales replied. “I do know how to use Google. I made sure that the flower meaning card got put in there too, so Emma will know as well.”“You’re going to make her think I’m rom