Page 54 of Heartbreaker

Chapter 20

Jackson

Ashley’s reaction the Princess Tea Party earlier was better than I could have hoped, her face had beamed and the smile that she could not quite erase from her cheeks was radiant. She had a zest for life and an inquisitive joy for all things that was almost childlike in its beauty.

Yet she was the sexiest and most alluring sensual woman I had ever met. It made for an irresistible package and one that took my breath away a million times a day. I walked a step behind her as we made our way to the lift in the lobby of our hotel. Her hips swung with a natural grace that tantalised and made me wonder how fast I could get her naked and beneath me.

Ashley turned, a little grin curving the corner of her mouth as we stepped into the lift. I pulled her to me, sliding my arms around her waist and fitting her body snug to my front. Her arms wound around my neck and when her breasts pushed into my chest, I knew she could feel the effect she had on me.

It was pretty hard to deny when my cock was hard and rigid against her belly, the little minx wriggled making my dick pound with the need to be inside her. Bending my head, I nipped at the curve of her jaw and heard the small sigh leave her mouth.

“So, what are we going to do with our last night?” she asked as she tilts her head allowing me better access.

“Well, we could play cards, or scrabble,” I joked and try to hide the smile on my face.

My Tinkerbell pulled back and looked at me with squinty eyes. “Jackson!” she says in outrage and her indignation makes me laugh.

“Ashley!” I countered.

“Come on, we have to do something exciting. I can’t have you reverting back to a boring old man on me,” she challenges as the doors ding open on our floor.

Taking her hand, I pull her towards our door before stopping outside and inserting the key card. “Old man? Who you calling old?” I say in mock anger and bend my head to her belly throwing her over my shoulder as she squeals.

“Jackson, put me down, you, crazy person!”

I smack her ass lightly and feel her freeze.

“You did not just spank me!” she says, and I could hear the surprise and the hint of desire in her voice.

“That’s what happens to naughty girls,” I laugh as I throw her on the bed and land on top of her. My lips find hers in a hot kiss that soon becomes scorching as our need for each other becomes frantic. Pulling back as she grabs at my shirt I stand and pull her up. The slumberous look of lust in her eyes nearly has me forgetting that I have plans for tonight that don’t start with hot sex. End with hot sex yes, but first I want to spoil this woman who had come to mean so much to me.

To show her what romance was and how she should be treated, to show her that maybe I could be the man that gave her everything she didn’t know she needed. Just as she has done for me.

“Come on, baby. No time for that. We need to pack and check out.” Her eyes dim, the disappointment is both wonderful and horrible to see. Wonderful because it proves how much she is enjoying our time together, but horrible because somebody like Ashley should never have to suffer disappointment in their lives.

“Oh, I thought we had another night.” she says quietly and I nearly break then, but I don’t.

I watch as she packs quickly, throwing her clothes into her case in a haphazard manner that was so Ashley.

I bite back the grin as we take the lift to the lobby and check out. Walking beside her I tried to catch her expression as the limo pulled up in front of us and she huffs.

“Great, now I can’t see our cab,” she bites out in irritation and I barely sustain the laugh at her pouty little lips. The driver comes around, opens the door and I step up and sweep out my hand in front of me, practising my most gallant wave.

Her face lights from the inside as a beautiful smile crosses her lips. “Really?” she asks as I nod.

I slide in beside her as the driver stows our luggage and closes the door. I sit beside her and she cuddles into me and kisses me hard, her tongue delving into my mouth and stoking the tempered need for her.

“Thank you, this is the perfect end to the perfect holiday,”

I kiss her then and let my hand wander up the side of her dress, touching the satiny soft skin of her thigh.

“It’s not over yet,” I whisper against her mouth and feel her smile against my lips.

“Ever had limo sex Jackson?” she asks, and I laugh loudly, knowing this woman, my Tinkerbell, was bringing out things in me that I never knew were possible.

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Thirty minutes later slightly dishevelled but definitely satisfied we pull up outside our destination. I help Ashley adjust her clothes and then open the door and step out. I watch her face as she registers where we are. Her gaze goes from the building to me and back again twice. She watches as the concierge carries our bags inside and for the first time since we met my Tink was speechless.