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pinched the other one.

The walls of my pussy contracted. I was about to come, and he hadn’t even put his hand between my legs this time. I couldn’t stop the slow-moving train of my orgasm. It crashed into me, and I shouted Jackon’s name several times. “Don’t stop fucking me,” I said, panting through my heaving breaths.

“You just came on my cock,” he said. “I didn’t even touch your clit.”

“I was turned on,” I said.

He lifted me up. and flipped me over onto my stomach and he pushed my legs apart, drawing me up onto my knees. “Now I’m going to fuck you from behind, so I can see this firm ass.”

Face down, I moaned into the pillow while he rubbed his fingers over my dripping pussy.

He slid in, not giving me time to adjust, but I loved the feeling of being full, and the feeling of his large cock pressing against my inner walls. I lay still while he thrust into me. I didn’t think I couldn’t come again, but the tension built inside me all over again.

He sucked on my earlobe and muttered into my ear how hot I was, and how turned on he was. And then he wrapped his arm around me and pushed his cock inside my body, one more time, before making a roaring sound as he cried out in pleasure. His cock throbbed and pulsed as he held me in his arms from behind.

I let my body collapse, letting all the tension drift through my veins as Jackson rolled off of me. He gently pulled my thong down and dropped it on the floor, and then went to get a towel.

He came back and kissed me on the ear. “You are amazing in bed. You just get hotter every time I fuck you.”

A big sleepy smile passed over my face as a warm glow from his compliment flooded my body.

Chapter Seventeen

Jackson

Today was day two of dressing up in a ridiculous monkey suit, and it wasn’t even the same one as yesterday.

The frantic energy of the entire estate was palpable. Based on just the feeling in the air, if I was on a mission, I’d be wary as hell.

The staff’s shoulders were hunched, and they were scurrying. The guests were talking loud and walking fast. I watched all of them for signs that they were about to go crazy, but no one did. It happened. People at family events lost their shit sometimes, and people ended up fighting. But no one seemed to have reached that point here. Maybe this was just how rich people at a wedding acted.

The weddings I’d been to had been a whole lot more low key. Of course these people had flown in their own chef just so they could eat what they wanted for breakfast for the few days they were here, so the comparisons weren’t really accurate.

Before the ceremony, Loren’s mother found me. “Hello again, Jackson. We’d love for you to join us and sit with the family.”

Oh hell no. There was not enough money in the world for me to sit with my fake girlfriend's family during a wedding, especially while the fake girlfriend wasn’t even going to be sitting there. That would be asking a lot of even a real boyfriend.

“Thank you for the offer, Senator. But I’ll probably stand at the back.”

“Oh, right.” She patted my arm. “My brother’s the same way. He always wants to keep an eye on things.” She nodded toward the officer that worked at the Pentagon, who was standing next to a chair on the outside aisle. “He’ll sit, but he won’t sit in the middle.”

I didn’t know what to say, so I just nodded and smiled.

That seemed to work great for her because she squeezed my arm. “We’re so happy you’re here. You let us know if you need anything.”

“Thank you, Senator,” I said. “I appreciate it.”

Someone called her name, so she took off but her perfume lingered. I shifted and moved closer to the other bodyguards, hoping I’d blend in with them and no one else would remember that I was Loren’s supposed boyfriend.

After a shit-load of drama, the wedding finally started. A violinist and a harpist played classical music for the flower girl to walk down the aisle while everyone oohed and ahhed. The minister stood in front of the ocean, where the bride and groom would join him soon, with the rest of the guests sitting in rows of white folding chairs. Loren was moving