Page 55 of The Sacrifice

“Yes. It’s in my pocket.”

“Right or left?”

“Left.”

I slide my hand into his pocket. “I don’t want to wait. And not because I had to push away your throng of other women. It’s clear you don’t remember them. And it’s not because I have issues with being older than you which Little Ms. I’m a Whore so graciously stabbed me in the heart with, but I want to have sex with you–here.” I wave the key in front of his face. “Now.”

“Yes, ma’am. I would gladly provide myself as a service to you.”

“That’s better.” I run the edge of the key across his abs. “I would love to be serviced by you. Long and hard. Which way?”

“Tony said it’s at the top of the stairs. Second door.”

“Perfect.” I walk off the dance floor without looking back. He’ll follow me. That I’ll never question.

When the door snaps shut behind him, I freeze. Lord. It’s all mirrors and black sofas. And stripper poles. Wow. The entire room is covered in wall-to-wall mirrors and sofas. The only space in the room that isn’t covered by one of them is the door. I twist to look at the door. I lied. The door is a mirror.

“I’m not sure I’m ready to be this much in living color.” I grasp the button of his pants. “So, you go first.”

His stomach muscles tighten as I unfasten his jeans and grasp his pulsating cock into my hand. The rigid veins slip under his flesh as I pump him up and down. “I love how hard and thick you are.”

“All I need to do is see, smell, or think about you, and it’s the same results.”

“Is it?” I drop to my knees and stare in the mirror behind him. His back is rigid as he waits for me to make a move. And instead of looking cheap and pathetic on my knees in front of him, I feel bold and fierce. I straighten and engulf his erection in one movement.

“God, that feels so good,” he growls and grabs my head with both hands.

No. That feels good. I love his hands on me. It doesn’t matter where he touches me. I’m his slave. I yearn for the strength in them. The callouses as he strokes over my flesh. The care with which he holds me. My ex was a child compared to Jackson’s strength, maturity, grit, and determination.

When you toss a landmine at him, he figures out how to make it into a garden of flowers. Big, beautiful petunias in all different colors. Vibrant and intoxicating.

As I work over his cock, he hisses and fists my hair, “Fuck, that’s so sweet.”

I convulse at his feet, and he grabs my arms, hauling me upward until I let go and follow his lead. The second I’m standing at full height, he has my clothes off, thrown in all directions, and I’m pinned against a mirror. My curves against his muscles. The fabric of his shirt stretches tight over his back.

“I love you so much.” His eyes swirl with desire, love, and anger. “I would destroy anyone who tried to come between us. Even if it’s me and my mistakes. You’re mine.” His thumb moves over my jaw. Gentle. Barely there.

“Yes.” There’s nothing else to do except agree with him.

“And I’m yours. I need to be inside of you. Surrounded by you. Comforted by you. For a second, I thought I might lose you.” His eyes glisten with tears, and my stomach drops to my feet. “That would destroy me.”

“I won’t ever leave you.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

“Turn around.” The tears are gone, and the cocky player that makes my panties soaked replaces him.

“Why?” I’d do whatever he asked. It scares the shit out of me. No matter what boundaries he makes me cross, I’ll cross them.

“I want to watch you in the mirror.” He removes his clothes, lowers to the sofa, and positions me on his lap, facing the opposite wall, where the mirrors catch our every move. Not that there would be somewhere in the room where I wouldn’t see my stretchmarks.

His hands palm my breasts, and he licks his tongue down my spine as I hook my feet around his calves. The wideness of my eyes and my mouth gaping open is more of a turn-on than I expected.

“Are you ready for me?” He growls and spreads his legs wider, drawing my thighs apart. Seeing my sex on full display makes my mouth water. “Look me in the eyes as I finger you.”

“Oh….” My clit twitches at his words. We’ve had some hot sex before, but this will take the cake. I stare at our reflection as he swipes his finger over my tight nub, which causes his cock to twitch against my back.