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far between.
    She hadn’t let go. Not through college, and not when she battled through her internship with hardly any time to sleep, let alone hang out on Saturday nights at Jackson’s favorite pub. Even after she married a man who hated Jackson, she still found herself running back to him when she needed someone to feel safe and secure with. He had done more than make high school bearable. He made her life bearable and having him admit to wanting her felt too good to trust. Terrified of how vulnerable she was to him, she tried to convince herself he was being Jackson, unendingly sweet and understanding of his mousy, soon-to-be-divorced best friend who had desperately thrown herself at him after drinking too much wine.
    “You lie,” she breathed, unable to think of something more fitting.
    She gasped when his large hands wrapped around her hips and pulled her to him.
    His strength was to his advantage and she couldn’t wiggle away when he thrust against her, pushing his erection against the small of her back.
    “Does that feel like a lie?” he breathed next to her ear in a voice laced with anger and lust. “I’ve wanted you for longer than I can remember. So don’t tempt me. Drunk or not, I’m almost past caring.”
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    Kele Moon

Chapter Two
    Clara couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. It took almost more than she had not to curve back into him, answering his mating call with one of her own. Her heart was beating furiously against her ribs and moisture pooled between her legs as she felt Jackson’s reaction to her. His voice was so raw, it left her wondering what he would do if she responded.
    Jackson sighed, obviously taking her stunned silence as denial. “Go to bed before I do something we’ll both regret.”
    There was defeat in his voice and Clara panicked. He was going to walk away and leave her. She wouldn’t be able to bear it. She grabbed both his hands when he would have released her waist.
    “I want you too,” she said with her back still to him. It was easier to speak when he couldn’t see her face. “I-I have for years. Even when I knew it was wrong I still thought of you, not Frank, not anyone else.”
    She felt decidedly more sober than she had before. Still she was able to draw on the warmth of the wine and let herself be bold. She untied her robe, letting it hang open, revealing her nightgown. Before Jackson could react, she drew his hand to her throbbing center. She held his wrist as his fingers rested on the silk of her panties, hot but still not moving.
    “Feel,” she urged when Jackson seemed too stunned to act. “Feel how much I want you. You’re not the only one.”
    Jackson’s breathing was heavy as if he were trying and failing to control himself. It almost seemed as if his fingers were acting of their own accord as they gently brushed against her and then rose up to slide past the lining of her panties. Her breath caught as 18

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    she felt his touch on her, tracing the outline of her sex through her curls and then slipping into her pussy.
    “Fuck,” Jackson groaned and Clara could feel a shiver run over his body. “You’re so wet.”
    His hips ground into her back when he pushed two fingers deep inside her and Clara squeezed her eyes shut against the pulsating pleasure. His thumb circled over her clit and her head tossed back against his shoulder. She moved against his hand, her body blindly seeking release from the coiling wires of desire he was creating. For a guy who didn’t date much, he was finger-fucking her in a way that made her breathless and desperate.
    Her robe slipped from her arms and pooled at her feet. The silk of her nightgown whispered against her sensitive skin as Jackson’s other hand rose from her hip to brush against her breast. The tip hardened when his thumb grazed it and Clara was lost. She was careless of how very little her nightgown covered or that Jackson, one of her oldest and dearest friends, was touching her in the most