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night, light burst behind Clara’s closed eyes as her body convulsed around Jackson. She was awash in bliss as wave after wave of pleasure pulsed through her. Jackson reacted immediately. His thrusts became hard and erratic.
    She felt his shoulders tremble under her fingers when he tensed and cried out so that the room was filled with their mingled moans of surrender.
    He was still shaking as he buried his face once more against her neck and his breath stirred the fine hairs there, making her shiver. She could feel his heart thumping rapidly as she laid her hand over his chest and a peaceful warmth flowed over her that had nothing to do with the wine she drank earlier. Sticky and sweaty, they stayed that way, connected and unmoving for a long time afterward. Jackson’s heartbeat had long since returned to a normal rhythm when he finally spoke.
    “I said too much,” he finally whispered softly against her skin. “I’m so stupid.”
    “I hate when you say that,” she said in reprimand, rather than acknowledge that he had, indeed, said a lot. “You’re anything but stupid.”
    “Whatever,” Jackson sighed, still sounding miserable. “I didn’t wear anything. That is stupid.”
    “I’m on the Pill and I’m clean. I got tests after Frank,” she said, stroking his hair softly while he continued to hide his face in her hair where it flowed down past her shoulders. “Are you clean?”
    “I’m always careful and it’s been a while…a long while,” he mumbled. “I’m practically a priest.”
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    Kele Moon
    She couldn’t help it, she snorted in a very unsexy way. “You’re a lot of things, but a priest isn’t one of them. You must fuck someone because I’m impressed. That was pretty hot.”
    She felt a smile against her flushed skin before he lifted his head, staring at her with an uncertainty that was surprising. “Yeah?” he asked, raising his eyebrows curiously.
    “You liked it?”
    “Oh yeah,” she agreed, smiling back at him as she admired his boyishly handsome face with the freckles on his nose standing out in the dim lighting of the hallway.
    “You’re a stud, Jackson Philips. I’ve always thought so. Tonight just solidified it.”
    “I could do it again,” he whispered, his voice getting husky once more as he reached up and cupped her cheek, his rough thumb rubbing against her lips as he stared at her mouth as if entranced. “Did you like me licking you?”
    “Yes,” she rasped, shocked to feel a fresh pulse of lust pour over her. Jackson appeared as affected, taking a sharp breath clearly caused by desire as Clara felt him start to harden inside her once more. She stroked his hair, her chest swelling with an emotion much stronger than friendship as she admired him. “What’s not to like? It was phenomenal.”
    “Then let’s do that,” he mumbled still staring at her mouth longingly. “The deed is done. I might as well enjoy the moment if you’re gonna hate me in the morning.”
    Clara opened her mouth to correct him, but his lips crashed against hers instead.
    Still shocked at the blinding lust he could stir up so easily, she tightened her legs around him and gave herself over to the moment. She could correct him in the morning.
    She gasped against his mouth when he picked her up. She wasn’t that big, but a man had never actually carried her before. She giggled, clinging to him for dear life as he crossed the apartment with her wrapped around him. He bypassed the guest bedroom and headed for his. Using his foot, he kicked open the door of the master bedroom and promptly deposited her on his large, king-sized bed.
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    Now laughing hysterically, Clara rolled onto her side, curling into the bed sheets.
    She covered her face and laughed harder than she had in a long time uncaring that she was sprawled out naked while Jackson looked down at her.
    “You’re laughing at me,” he said, his voice warm and amused.
    “No, yes— I don’t know,” she rasped,