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place, and I’m sure I look like a drowned rat with my hair plastered to my head. Jackson produces the smile of a cocky, sadistic bastard who knew without a doubt that I’d wind up in here with him. I shove my hand over his mouth.
    “No talking. If you utter a single a word I’m going to leave, and this never happens again. You go down on me, you fuck me, but you don’t say a word. Did you get that, you smarmy bastard, or do I need to repeat myself?”
    Jack cocks his head to the side, and gives me a predatory smile as he drops to his knees. He yanks my soaked skirt and knickers down, and tosses them aside. They hit the tiled wall with a loud, wet slap, sending a shiver down my spine. Taking hold of my ankle, Jackson thrusts my leg up and over his shoulder, and brings his face down so its level with my pussy. His tongue laps at me, softly. Slowly. Gentle enough that I feel everything inside come screaming and tearing to life by comparison, and then his whole mouth engulfs me. I buck my hips against his face, tug on his hair as he sucks my clit into his mouth and slides two fingers inside me. It’s wet, and messy, and I’m so fucking hot that I feel like an electric current is burning through the soles of my feet, right to the centre of my core. I throw my head back, and yank at his hair as I scream my orgasm at the ceiling.
    While I’m still praising God, Jackson comes to his feet, and swipes the back of his hand over his mouth. “Jesus Christ, Hols, you nearly suffocated me down there.”
    “Shut up,” I command, and pull his mouth down to mine. I taste myself on his tongue, feel him smile against my lips, and then he lays claim to my body and mouth by sliding his hand between my thighs, kissing me hard as he brings me to the brink again.
    He pulls away too soon, fists his hands in my hair and yanks my head back, exposing the line of my neck to him. “On your knees, darlin’. I wanna see you kneeling before me while I fuck your pretty mouth.”
    I don’t even try to hide the smile that breaks out across my face. I have no idea how to deal with all the other stuff: motherhood, Jackson, the diner, Bob, Sammy—even Ana and Elijah. But this? This, I know how to do. I sink to my knees and take him in my hands, running the tip of my tongue along his length, the underside of his perfect head. He tastes of soap, and salt, and the scent? I don’t think anyone has ever smelled as damn edible as Jackson Rowe. He’s completely all male, and it’s so fucking hot that I’d gladly lick every inch of him without being commanded to. I make a tight fist around his cock and take him in my mouth, pumping my hand in time with my lips.
    Jackson throws his head back against the wet tile, and fists his hands in my hair. “Easy, sweetheart. I still have to fuck that perfect cunt yet.”
    I smile up at him, but it’s far from sweet. Jackson reads the challenge in my eyes, and laughs. “Ah, Hols, you’re gonna be death of me.”
    I trace my tongue over the tip, and then take all of him inside my mouth, or as much as I can without gagging—because that wouldn’t be awkward at all. Jack grunts, tangles both hands in my hair, and pumps back and forth. I slip my hand between my legs and begin stroking my clit, while my other hand cups his balls.
    “Fuck, I love it when you touch yourself,” he says, and pulls me up from the shower floor. I’m still wearing a soaking wet singlet top that Jack makes light work of when he just tears it down the middle. For a half-second I protest, because that was my favourite shirt, but then his mouth is on my nipple, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh, and I forget everything but the need to have him buried deep inside me.
    I know it must be the same for him, because without a word he lifts me up, and I have no choice but to wrap my legs around his hips. He shoves me up against the tiles, and then he slams into me, over and over again, until we’re both clawing and tearing at one