Same Time Next Week (Ch 22)
Fuck yeah. Kim who???
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Jackson lay on his back with an elbow over his face, panting into the air, thick with the scent of two bodies becoming one; sweat mingling and mixing together to form a perfectly sensual, aromatic perfume. He loved the smell of sex. He loved the feeling of sex. He loved having sex. He loved having sex with Shelby. He had fucked her, like he wanted to. Like he said he would. And it was so fucking good, better than he thought it would be and in his mind, it was damn good.
Shelby. He lowered his arm and rolled his head toward her. She lay on her back, sucking down gulps of air, staring at the ceiling, smiling ear to ear. He liked to see that.
"So that was good for you, then?"
