Free Moment of Weakness - The Esquire Girls Series - Hailey (Book 1) by Cassie-Ann L. Miller Page B

through my tight flesh. I abandon myself to the feeling. He’s stretching me so good. I toss my head back in wanton abandon and his lips run up the side of my neck.
     
    “Oh, Jackson – you’re the best,” I moan.
     
    “Yeah, baby,” he says in a low rough growl. “You’re definitely the best I ever had.”

Chapter 26
     
    Jackson’s body has become an addiction for me. And I’m not ashamed to say it. I fall asleep dreaming about it at night. I wake up craving it in the morning.
     
    I want him in a way that’s barely sane. A way that’s borderline obsessive. It’s way too much… It’s way too soon…I know…
     
    When Ruthie called me to say that Michael would be taking her to the Hamptons to rekindle their romance, I wasted no time inviting Jackson over. We barely made it through a tour of the apartment before we were both naked and pleasuring each other’s bodies.
     
    After three exhilarating hours, we’re both sticky and exhausted. We share a shower and end up making love again underneath the stream of hot water. I don’t think I’ll ever get over how good he feels inside of me.
     
    I leave Jackson toweling off in the bathroom and go to the kitchen to grab two glasses of water. That’s when I hear loud, insistent banging on my front door.
     
    I’m not expecting anyone.
     
    I adjust the towel around my body and approach the door cautiously.
     
    “Hailey,” I hear my name coming out in a whimper.
     
    I stand on my tiptoes and see Matt staggering back and forth in the hallway.
     
    What the hell!
     
    I open the door a crack and shoo him away. “Matt! What are you doing here? Go away!” I say sticking my head out the door.
     
    With a heavy shove, he pushes the door wide open. “That bitch! She won’t let me see my child, Hailey! She won’t even let me see my child!” He reeks of alcohol.
     
    What the hell is he talking about? “Matt, get out of here!” I scold as I throw a nervous glance over my shoulder. I never told Jackson that Matt is the man I was sleeping with when we met. I don’t want him to find out this way.
     
    “But she won’t let me see my daughter!” he reaches out and rests his hand on my shoulder.
     
    I shrink away. “What daughter, Matt? Who won’t let you see her?” I’m so confused.
     
    “That bitch, Amelia! That bitch!” he roars.
     
    I distantly register the sound of my bathroom door swinging open. I need to get Matt out of here. Now.
     
    “Matt, now isn’t a good time,” I say giving him a light push.
     
    He staggers his way inside. “I know your roommate is out of town. Michael told me. So let me in. I wanna fuck you.”
     
    “Matt, no! No!” I say firmly, taking a step back.
     
    “Let me fuck you, Hailey,” he growls loudly as he yanks the towel off of my body.
     
    Just then, Jackson comes storming down the hallway. “What the –”
     
    Everything happens so fast. I’m not quite sure the exact order in which the events occur.
     
    All I remember is the sound that pours out of Jackson’s body as his fist makes contact with Matt’s jaw.

 

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    I scramble to wrap the towel around my naked body just as Jackson grabs Matt by the collar, lifting him like a rag doll and pinning him to the wall.
     
    “Jackson! No!” I shriek as Jackson’s arm rears back, his fist aching to make contact with Matt’s face again. “Stop! Please!”
     
    But Jackson continues to pound Matt’s pretty-boy face. Matt makes feeble attempts to fight back but even if he were sober right now, he’d have no chance against my infuriated marine.
     
    “Enough!” I yelp as I pounce on Jackson and grab him by the shoulders. My touch finally gets him to stop.
     
    He takes a few steps back and glares at Matt, a pathetic, bloody heap on the floor.
     
    “What the hell is wrong with you?” I scream, pushing him in the shoulder with all my strength. “That’s my fucking boss, you jerk!”
     
    Jackson doesn’t even flinch. He just