Free Fire We Make (Jackson and Liane Book 1) by Vera Roberts Page B

This was their real life.
    He stretched out in bed, remembering the last time he’d seen her. They met one last time at her condominium and made passionate love throughout the night, creating dents in the wall from the banging headboard. They made love as if their lives depended on it and perhaps, it did. Her tight heat wrapped deliciously around his shaft and it made him feel born again. He pushed more into her, completely filling her, while falling deeply and inevitably in love.
    “I love you, baby girl.” He told her.
    “Mmm…” she swayed her head from side to side. Their fingers were interlocked together and she lay in a haphazard position on top of him. Their bodies were still moist from the last tryst but they still had enough energy for another round. “…You don’t love me, J.”
    “Yeah, I do,” he insisted, “I love you and you love me.”
    She turned around and mounted back on top of him. She shifted her position and felt him swiftly reenter her. “Perhaps…”
    He made her breakfast in bed before he boarded his private jet to fly back to Vegas. They swore off each other, promising that the last time was going to be the only time and that was it. No more. Not ever again.
    And they kept that promise – to a fault. They never saw each other but they kept in occasional contact via email and text. If he changed his number, she was always the first to know. If she moved, he was always the first person she contacted, even before her own friends and family.
    They couldn’t get rid of each other. Nor did they want to.
    Now, after some convincing, she was coming to see him. She’d surprised him by not promising it was going to be a one-time affair but rather, ‘let’s see what happens,’ in her words.
    Jackson Fischer lay in bed and stared out into a blank space, thinking about everything he wanted to do with her. He was going to take her out to The Strip, though he’s sure she’s been there plenty of times. But never through his eyes.
    He was going to take her out shopping, though she probably didn’t need anything and would have a hard time accepting the gifts he would give her. She deserved nothing but the best.
    They would make love every night, all night; taunting and twisting each other’s bodies, pushing the other to the limit, and collapse out of pure exhaustion and nothing less.
    He was getting hard thinking about her.
    Before he could wine and dine her, before he could spoil her, before he could fuck her brains out, Jackson needed to focus on his business. Vegas had the distinction of holding All-Star weekend that year and it meant his brothel was going to be busy full of girls and clients alike. His girl was going to arrive that Friday, in the middle of the festivities. He was so happy about her visit, he didn’t think about the poor timing at that moment. He would deal with it. Seeing her was more important.
    “Daddy…” Vanilla climbed back into bed with him and disrupted his thoughts. “…Is everything okay, Daddy?”
    Jackson snapped back to the present and grinned at Vanilla. In a land of debauchery and wickedness, she was always a shining light. She did what she was told, with no questions asked. She only wished some of the other girls were just as compliant. “Everything’s fine, baby.”
    “Okay,” she hopped off the bed and stripped bare, “I’m going to take a shower and get ready for the day. What time is Lee Lee is supposed to be here?”
    Jackson cringed at Vanilla’s nickname for Liane. It was the only way she could remember her name and he never bothered to correct her. Maybe he wasn’t completely irritated with her; it was a little endearing to hear. “Her flight will be coming in this evening. I’ll go pick her up at the airport.”
    “Oh?” Vanilla turned around. “You’re not sending the car?”
    Jackson usually sent a car to pick up clients and special guests but for Liane, he was going to make a special trip. “No. I need to personally see