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  “They can’t see us in here,” she said, “the garden is fairly private.”

  “What happened to Little Miss Timid?” I wondered aloud, impressed, then bit out a moan when Freya returned her hot, wet lips back to my cock, sucking on me with an urgency that threatened that I’d come far too quickly. Had I known she was going to give me a blow job I’d have dealt with myself back at my condo, simply to ensure I’d last longer now.

  Too late, I mused, not at all regretfully. I was savoring every second of my favorite virgin kindergarten teacher defiling herself on my cock. I merely wanted it to last in excess of one minute.

  “Freya, Freya,” I groaned, “slow down. Unless you’re wanting my cum all over your face.”

  She gave me a look; a wicked gleam in her eyes as she took a break from the blow job just long enough to reply.

  “I was thinking more along the lines of you doing it in my mouth. You know…for experience. May as well have all my ‘firsts’ be as filthy as possible.”

  I smothered a laugh as she returned her mouth to its rightful place, bringing in her delicate little hands to help out—my dick was too big for her to take it all in.

  I found myself rutting against Freya’s mouth, my hips picking up the pace as I held on to Freya’s head for support. I tugged on her ponytail like it was some kind of leash; she moaned every time I did it. Clearly Freya was secretly a little kinky.

  Just fine by me.

  I still couldn’t believe she was a virgin and that I was the one who would get to defile her properly. And that she would, in turn, suck and lick and nibble at my cock like it was her favorite flavor of Popsicle.

  A burning, twisting sensation in my groin told me I was about five seconds away from exploding down Freya’s throat, so I bucked faster into her face to warn her.

  She managed to take the entire length of my dick in her mouth just as I stifled an ecstatic groan and came, hard.

  Freya looked up at me with a satisfied smirk; she visibly swallowed before licking the end of my cock with the tip of her tongue. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.

  “Wouldn’t want to miss any,” she said coyly.

  “You—are pretty kinky, Miss Grace,” I panted, smoothing my hand over the top of her head. “I never knew you had that in you.”

  Freya blushed in embarrassment and looked away. “I may have…imagined doing it quite a bit after you left my apartment last week,” she admitted.

  Fuck.

  She was too hot, and she didn’t even know it.

  I bent down and kissed Freya with an urgency I hadn’t felt in years. I had to have her now, despite the awkward space we were in. I’d unbutton Freya’s dress, rip away her underwear and fuck her until she was crying out my name. Anybody walking past would be under no illusion of what was going on in the kindergarten jungle gym.

  But then my phone rang.

  Just like with Freya’s doorbell ringing last week, my phone went off, buzzing in my pocket and letting out its annoying ringtone. I ignored it, hoping it would simply stop, but once the caller had reached my voicemail they simply called again.

  I sighed, breaking away from Freya’s mouth to stare down at my pocket, where the offending device was hiding.

  Freya smiled softly. “Just take it, Jackson. It must be important.”

  I didn’t want to take the call. But upon checking the caller ID I realized it was my brother, so I picked up.

  “What is it?” I asked gruffly.

  “Get down to the docks,” Luca said, ignoring my tone entirely. “As soon as you can.”

  Then he hung up, telling me that whatever business we had down there was serious. I found that I didn’t care, but that didn’t change the fact I needed to go.

  “Is it work?” Freya asked, a little concerned.

  I nodded. “Urgent, apparently. I’m so sorry—”

  “It’s fine,” she reassured. “We can…pick this up some other time.”

  “Next weekend,” I suggested, wishing it already was next weekend. “Spend the weekend with me. No work. No kids. No interruptions.”

  I wasn’t sure what I could see in Freya’s eyes, then, but I liked it. “Okay. Next weekend. Now get going before you get in trouble.”

  I kissed her quickly, hauling up my jeans before swinging out of the jungle gym before I had an opportunity to change my mind.

  “I’ll call you during the week!” I called up to her. Freya waved at me, and then I was in my car and on the way to the docks.

  Never had I so badly wished to be free of the family business that I was right now.

  Chapter Seven

  Freya

  “You know, when you said you wanted to spend time with me this weekend I somehow didn’t imagine you’d take me to the beach.”

  Jackson chuckled as I slathered my arms with sun tan lotion. I burned easily, given how pale I was, and I wasn’t about to allow myself to get painful, red-hot skin on what could be considered my first proper date with Jackson Patera.

  Well, could it be considered a proper date when our relationship wasn’t real? Or organic, at least. My stomach fluttered uncomfortably as I thought about the fact Jackson was merely using me to pay off my brother’s debt. I had to wonder what he was getting out of the whole thing.

  I thought of how he looked at me when we were in the jungle gym together. It was as if he’d wanted to devour me. But sexual desire and actually liking a person were different things entirely.

  Yet if he had no genuine feelings for me, then why did he spend so long in the kindergarten playing with me and the kids before the jungle gym? If all he’d wanted was sex then he wouldn’t have done that.

  I don’t understand you, I thought directly at Jackson. He raised an eyebrow curiously.

  “What’s up?”

  “Can you do my back?” I asked, indicating towards the suntan lotion. “I don’t want to miss a spot and burn.”

  “Gladly.”

  I sat down upon a sun lounger, feeling a little self-conscious in my bikini. I’d owned it since I began college and had barely used it, but it was the sexiest swimwear I owned. It felt only appropriate to wear it with Jackson around—and he certainly seemed to appreciate seeing me in a dark green, string bikini.

  A stiff breeze would probably knock my boobs out of the top but that was the risk I’d have to take. I still couldn’t believe I was thinking like this. Two weeks ago I’d never have been seen dead wearing this bikini in public.

  When I felt the squeeze of cold, coconut-smelling lotion on my skin followed by Jackson’s broad, warm hands massaging the stuff in, I resisted the urge to sigh. It felt so good. But I was feeling something else, too; frustration. His hands were carefully avoiding the sides of my breasts, and my hips and ass, and he was even careful when his fingers reached my neck.

  I wanted him to touch me there. I wanted to feel Jackson’s fingers slide over my bare skin, and—

  “Something wrong, Freya?” he murmured in to my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. He wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling my closer.

  “It’s nothing,” I breathed. My face was so hot; Jackson was bound to feel it. “It’s nothing.”

  I could tell he was smiling. Of course he was smiling—Jackson knew how I was feeling. Otherwise why would his hands linger mere millimeters from where I wanted him to touch.

  He turned me around. “Want to swim, Freya?”

  I nodded. Anything to cool my head down.

  The day passed so ridiculously easily that, to my surprise, my sex drive did cool down. Well, not entirely. I supposed it was more pushed to the side than anything else. But Jackson and I had such a good time—swimming, eating a packed lunch on the beach, sunbathing. Jackson even tried to teach me how to surf with questionable success.

  By the time the sun was setting we had both put our clothes back on to combat the breeze that rolled in off the coast. We walked through the shallow waves smoothing the sand out, shoes in hand as I regaled Jackson with tales fro
m my awkward high school days.

  “I somehow doubt you went unnoticed by everyone,” Jackson said.

  I shrugged. “Maybe not. But if anyone paid attention to a Grace sibling, it was Tate. He was super popular, and for good reason. He talked to everyone.”

  “And yet he racked up a gambling debt and ran off, leaving you to pay it. Sounds like such a nice guy.”

  I made a face. “He changed after our parents died. I still don’t think he’s really over it.” I sighed. “But we were still close. Honestly, I’m still struggling to comprehend the fact he ran off. It doesn’t make any sense.”

  Jackson looked at me, sympathy plain on his face. “Freya—ack!”

  A disproportionately large wave crashed into the shore, knocking both of us to our feet in among the salty sea water. When we finally surfaced, spluttering and confused, I heard several nearby beach-goers laughing at our misfortune.

  Jackson found it funny, too. He chuckled. “My condo is only a couple of minutes from here. Care to come along and dry off?”

  “That sounds good,” I replied. My cheeks grew hot when Jackson laced his fingers with mine, pulling my to my feet with a look on his face that suggested he had a very, very good way to dry us off.

  By the time we stumbled into Jackson’s condo, dripping wet and sliding over the puddles we made on the floor, it was all but impossible to detach ourselves from each other.

  My face grew warm as Jackson’s tongue made its way into mouth, a hand on the back of my head tilting me back in order to deepen the kiss. I eagerly complied, clumsily fingering the buttons of his sodden shirt and sincerely wishing they were not there.

  We’d kissed before, things had gotten heated before, but…

  This was different.

  This was serious.

  I hoped to God there would be no interruptions this time.

  “Close your eyes, Jackson,” I commanded, quiet but assertive. Assertive. Never a word I’d have used to describe myself before.

  He raised a questioning eyebrow but then did as he was told.

  With his eyes closed, I found it much easier to stare at Jackson’s face. It was still intimidating in all its gorgeousness, after all. I brought a hand up to trace the lines of his bone structure with a finger, taking my time before running that same finger across the cupid’s bow of his stupidly attractive lips.

  “Freya?”

  The way he said my name against my fingers, the heat of his breath as it tickled and shushed against my skin, made my decision for me.

  So what if this was all to pay off my brother’s debt? I could enjoy it while it lasted, right? And whether Jackson had any genuine feelings for me or not, there was no doubt about the fact he desired me sexually. That was enough for now.

  I snaked my hand around to the back of Jackson’s neck to run my fingers through his hair, pulling his lips back to mine. He fluttered his eyes open in surprise for a moment, before closing them again to kiss me back, hard and passionate.

  The next few minutes were a flurry of lips on lips, tongues running over teeth, mouths on skin, and the slap of wet fabric upon the floor as we desperately—finally—removed each other’s clothes.

  I let out a breathless laugh as Jackson bodily picked me up and carried me through to his bedroom without breaking away from my mouth.

  He gave me a small smile, coming up to kiss me as his fingers slid down between my thighs, gently massaging my clit as the kiss got deeper and deeper.

  Before I knew it, I was moaning into his mouth as his fingers got faster.

  “Jackson, I want…I want—”

  I could feel the full, hard length of him against my thigh.

  I wanted that.

  He smiled somewhat wickedly, and something inside me told me he wouldn’t move forward until I spelled out exactly what I wanted out loud.

  “I want you,” I finally breathed out. “I’m ready if you are.”

  He ran a hand through my hair, pulling my face upward.

  He grazed his teeth against my lips, expression dark and fiery. “I’ve been ready for this for longer than you could ever know.”

  Chapter Eight

  Jackson

  After imagining seeing Freya naked time and time again over the past year—and resisting the urge to do anything about it—I was stunned to silence by the actual, completely-in-real-life sight of her.

  Every inch of Freya’s impossibly beautiful body was sprawled out on my bed. She stared up at me, expression a little unsure, as I devoured her bare skin with my eyes.

  I couldn’t believe I’d waited so long to strip her of her clothes.

  I’d be crazy if I messed up this opportunity to be with Freya physically. I’ve wanted it for so long. The serious stuff—like the fact she’s only doing this to pay off her brother’s debt and probably doesn’t have any genuine feelings for me whatsoever—could wait.

  When Freya tried to cover up her chest in embarrassment, I leant down and wrenched her arms away. How could she possibly be self-conscious with a body like that?

  “Don’t, Freya. You’re beautiful. And you’re mine. Let me see you.”

  Careful, Jackson, I inwardly scolded. Reign in the possessiveness. Reign it the fuck in.

  But Freya seemed to accept my words, and she didn’t try to cover herself up again, so I began slowly exploring her pale, exposed body from her head down to her hips. Every curve. Every tiny freckle. How could it be that this woman was still a virgin? Her body was just about sexiest thing I’d ever seen, as she writhed and moaned beneath the gentle pressure of my fingertips.

  When I reached the delicate edge of her hip bone, I stopped.

  I looked up at Freya. “Are you sure about this?”

  Don’t say no. For the love of god don’t say no.

  When she nodded in response, eyes heavy-lidded with desire, I almost lost all self-control and jumped straight to fucking her senseless. Almost.

  Instead, I ran a teasing finger over her clit, and Freya gasped. I kissed the gasp away, entering her mouth with my tongue and deepening the kiss before continuing to stroke her. It didn’t take long before she was soaking wet.

  My cock ached like it never had before; I rubbed the length of it against Freya’s leg for some blessed friction.

  “Jackson, I want…I want—”

  Freya didn’t have to finish her sentence; her wandering eyes spoke volumes. But I wanted her to finish the sentence. I wanted to hear it out loud.

  I gave her my wildest, most mischievous grin, but otherwise did nothing.

  There was a pause, and then Freya finally said, “I want you. I’m ready if you are.”

  By the wetness of her clit, I knew she physically was. But I needed to know she was ready for this mentally, and more importantly, emotionally. Well, as much as she could be considering our relationship isn’t much more than indentured servitude due to her brother’s poor money management.

  Freya ran a hand through my hair to pull me back to her mouth.

  “I’ve been ready for this longer than you could ever know,” I murmured against her mouth.

  “Funny,” she whispered, “I was going to say something similar.”

  Oh, that deserved some fucking teasing.

  I slipped two fingers up into her drenched pussy, eliciting a noise of shock from Freya. “So how long have you been waiting, Freya? How long have you been dreaming of someone touching you like this—to strip away your precious virginity to mark you as theirs?”

  I planted kisses down the hollow of her neck, collarbone and chest, lingering on her pert, luscious breasts as I continued to plunge into her with my fingers. My left hand grabbed at her ass, her thigh…anywhere, really. I couldn’t pick a favorite part of her—when her entire body was perfect, how could I choose?

  “I don’t—I don’t know how long I’ve been waiting,” Freya barely managed to pant out. “I never could have—could have imagined I could feel like this.”

  Freya’s breathing got wilder and more er
ratic as I nibbled at her skin, my head moving closer and closer to her thighs, then full-on bit out a scream when my tongue gently flicked across her clit.

  “Jackson, oh, god—”

  I smiled somewhat satisfactorily as my tongue and fingers combined made quick work of my favorite little virgin. Freya’s fingers grabbed at my hair once more, her thighs twitching uncontrollably and squeezing the side of my head as she writhed on the bed.

  Fuck. The girl was driving me crazy. Anyone would think she’d done this before. But that just makes it all the better that she hasn’t; I’m the first man to touch her like this. And I’m the first man to make her—

  Freya choked on a cry as her orgasm hit her, her body rippling like a wave as it washed over her.

  I gave her a few moments to recover before grabbing hold of her, rolling over onto my back and bringing her with me.

  Ah, I’d imagined a naked, prone Freya Grace sitting on top of me for too many nights to count. The last year of my entire life has been haunted by her image in my head.

  The real thing trumped my imagination a hundred times over.

  “I think I’m ready now,” I said teasingly as Freya bent her head down to kiss me, tasting herself on my tongue. “You sure you can handle me?”

  She rubbed my cock between the meat of her thighs in response, eliciting a moan from me this time.

  Freya raised an eyebrow. “Would I have gone this far if I thought I couldn’t?”

  I didn’t mention that she’d only gone this far because she had no other way to pay off her brother’s dead. Because if I said that out loud…well, what kind of man would I be to then continue taking away Freya’s virginity?

  A despicable one, that’s what. The kind of man I’m growing rapidly tired of being.

  But just for tonight. Just for tonight, I lied, knowing that once I’d fucked Freya once I wouldn’t be satisfied until I had her a second time, and a third, and a fourth.

  God, I’d fallen for her, hard.