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“There is nothing like making you come on my tongue,” he grunted while running his mouth over my inner thigh, making me shiver and tremble. When I opened my eyes, I found him looking at me. Those eyes of his… like gold on fire, burning up at me, drawing my soul closer to his. I never had a chance of resisting him, did I?

“There’s only one thing I like better.” He got up, reaching into the nightstand, and my breathing quickened again when I watched him withdraw a foil packet from the drawer. “It’s when you come on my cock. You’re going to do that now, aren’t you, Winter?”

I would have done anything he asked, especially when he had that guttural growl in his voice. It made me feel like I didn’t have a choice. “Yes,” I replied, watching him lower his shorts so his gorgeous dick could spring free. That was one thing I hadn’t forgotten—his size, girth, and swollen purple head. He wasn’t inside me yet, but I felt him, I remembered. By the time he unrolled the condom and climbed between my legs again, I was ready to beg for it.

“This is what you need.” He was trembling with need as he lined himself up with me, staring down at my pussy while dragging his head through my slit. I whimpered as the nerves danced and sizzled at the friction. “You need a good, deep fucking by this cock.”

The pressure from his head was unbearable until it wasn’t. He filled and stretched me, pushing forward with his hands on my hips to hold me steady. Pleasure gripped my body, holding it still while I adjusted to the extreme pressure that bordered on pain. Even then, it hurt so good.

“Fuck!” He went still once his thighs touched the backs of mine, his eyes closing. “So good. Hot. Wet.” A shudder ran through him, making me shudder before he pulled back and surged forward again.

There was nothing like this. Having all of him inside me. Holding him there, watching pleasure overtake him the way it did to me. Watching him lose himself in my body, his pace quickening, his hips grinding. His body was exquisite, but the feeling was more exquisite, especially when he fell forward and covered my mouth with his, thrusting his tongue inside in time with his deep, sure strokes.

Yes! There was something wild about him now, something I went with, lifting my hips to match his rhythm, sliding my tongue against his while my nails ran over his back until he grunted and fucked me harder. Harder. His ass bounced up and down, and I welcomed every time he crashed against me and his balls slapped my ass. There was only one thing I wanted.

“More,” I begged, my teeth grazing his bottom lip before I strained upward for another kiss.

It was happening. I felt it. The desperation in his strokes, the way he lost his rhythm, driving himself faster and faster. My body tightened around him as the tension reached unbearable levels. I was going to come, and it was going to be huge, and all I could do was hold him tight and ride it out with him.

“Come for me, Wint,” he whispered, and I moaned wordlessly, already on the way, so close. He must have felt it, must have heard it in my high-pitched whimpers, because he slammed himself home once, twice, finally crashing against me hard enough to make me scream.

It was lost, drowning in pleasure, holding on to him for salvation. “Jackson, Jackson,” I moaned as bliss radiated through me. He groaned against my neck, going still except for the racing of his heart against mine. His body heaved in my arms, his breathing harsh and ragged.

It happened. There was no going back now. Everything after this would be colored by what we did here. Not exactly what I wanted to think about at this moment with my body still quivering, but there was no avoiding it.

What are we going to do now?

How was I supposed to pretend I didn’t already want it again?

“Oh shit.” He sighed, pushing himself up on his forearms, allowing me to breathe normally while he rolled away. The momentary sense of loss swept over me once he was gone, leaving me feeling empty. After he removed the condom and tossed it in the trash, he lay back, staring at the ceiling the way I did. “All right. That happened, and now I can’t remember why it hasn’t been happening all this time.”

“You know why,” I whispered. I couldn’t look at him, too afraid of what he would see. Not only regret but fear. We were now closer than ever, which meant he was near enough to the truth to scare me.

“Because we work together?” He snorted with laughter. “Since when is that a problem? Half the cast is fucking the other half if they’re not too busy with the stage crew and technicians.”

“That’s not the same.” Good. Let him think that was all I cared about.

“Give me a minute. We can work this out.” He groaned softly when he got up before walking naked to the bathroom. Lord, he had an exquisite ass, especially when fresh scratch marks left by my nails were plainly visible.

I sat up, too, scrubbing my hands through my hair. Naturally, the person at the front of my mind wasn’t Jackson. It was Liam since he came from what Jackson and I just did. We thought we were being careful back then too. Little did we know. My phone was in my bag, sitting on the floor near the door to the suite, so I darted out there and brought it back to the bedroom before checking my messages while Jackson ran the water in the bathroom.

I barely heard it once I saw the six missed calls from Audra in the past fifteen minutes.

My shaking knees had nothing to do with a string of orgasms. They made me drop to the bed as I called Audra, my heart racing all over again. “Oh, thank God,” she sighed when she answered. “I was starting to worry about you too.”

“What’s the matter?”

“Liam’s been running a fever since this morning. I didn’t want to bother you with it…” she added as my stomach dropped, “… so I called the pediatrician, and she told me to give him some Tylenol. But if that didn’t break the fever within a couple of hours or if he started acting lethargic, we should take him in to be checked out at the hospital.”

“He’s lethargic?” I leaped out of bed, frantically searching for my clothes. Somehow, I managed to pull them together with shaking hands, putting on my panties before grabbing for my bra. “Where are you taking him?”

“Summerlin. Can you meet us?”

“Of course. I’ll be on my way in a minute. Tell him I’ll be right there.” I ended the call and tossed the phone onto the bed before sitting down again to shove my legs into my pants.

“What’s going on?” Jackson’s question was barely audible over the screaming in my head. Somehow, I was still moving, barely holding on. My body was on autopilot. “Winter? What’s happening?”

“I need to go right away. There’s… there’s something wrong, and I need to take care of it.” My baby, our baby. A fever and lethargy? Did I pass this flu on to him? He must have felt so scared and sick. He needed me, and where was I? Fooling around with his father.