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At the same time, Jack pushes into me again and again, making the delicious pulsing last longer. He's still hard inside of me. I love the feeling, but I wanted him to come with me.

Feeling intoxicated, I say, "Don't stop."

Jack's eyes are dark. Every bit of him is still aroused, still in need. Jack's voice is so deep when he speaks. It makes the spot between my legs throb. "Are you sure?" I nod and kiss him gently on the lips.

Jack lifts me off his lap. When I feel him pull out, I nearly come again. I don't realize what he's doing until he turns me to face the table and tells me to lie against the top. I bend over and feel him press against my backside. My fingers clutch the cloth. A jolt of excitement rushes through me. I'm surprised to find that I want more. As the thought fills my mind, I feel Jack ease into me. I'm still hot and slick from moments ago. He moans and says something incredibly dirty as he tries to control his thrusts. Jack moves slowly, enjoying the sensation of pushing deep into me and then pulling all the way out. I'm so sensitive that I can barely stand it, but as he does it more and more, ever so slowly, I'm sucked back into a cloud of lust. Every time I feel him press into me, I want more. Clutching the tablecloth, I lay there, not seeing anything, just feeling him push into me over and over again.

He's so slow and careful that I think he's going to wait. That's when Jack does it. He grips my shoulders hard and starts rapidly thrusting his hips, forcing his long, hard shaft in and out. I let out a rush of air as he pounds into me. The quick movement is perfect. Every time he pushes in, I can feel his body slam into mine. I clutch the edge of the table, trying to hold myself still, trying to not melt into a puddle on the floor. The heat between my legs is incredible. I feel it pulsing through me, sending that spiraling thread of desire through my body. The floating candles in the centerpiece sway back and forth in their glass bowl with each thrust of Jack's hips. I hold on tighter. Anticipating his thrusts, I push back but it still feels like Jack is restraining himself.

Breathlessly, I say, "Harder."

That frees him from holding back. Jack's body slams into mine so hard that I can no longer push back. He's not the gentle lover that I've had so many times on this trip. Jack's hands drop back to my h*ps as he hammers into me more fiercely than he's ever done before. I feel him within me, pushing deeper, wanting more. I've never felt something like this. It feels wrong... and perfect.

There's a raw edge to Jack that I'd not noticed before. The way he dominates me, the way he takes what he wants makes me wonder what other fantasies are in his head. Jack acts differently. I'm no longer a glass doll that will break in his hands. I'm his lover, the woman that can be anything he needs. I feel my body defy me. That pulsing begins again and clutches Jack hard, pulling his length into me. I yell his name as I come. It pushes him over the top.

"Oh God, Abby." Jack slams into me, and then stops suddenly before doing it twice more, coming with each delicious thrust. Jack stills before he pulls out, savoring the pulsing sensation. He leans close to my ear and whispers, "I love you."

When he pulls away, I nearly fall to the floor, but his hands are there. Jack pulls me to him and sits in the chair, gathering me in his lap. Jack is clothed and I'm not. I have such a nice, happy, floaty feeling that I don't care.

Chapter 7-9

Chapter 7

JACK

Abby snuggles against his chest, playing with the buttons on his shirt. Every inch of his body reacts to her, even after all they've just done. There's a warm feeling in the center of his chest as he cradles Abby in his arms. Days like this are too few. He kisses the top of her head and tightens his grip around his wife.

"Thank you," Jack says softly, smoothing the hair on the top of her head. The touch is gentle. Jack has so much adoration building inside of him that he isn't sure how to let her know. He wants to hold her tight and hug her hard, but that seems like it could never be enough. There's no way to say how he feels. Abby was right. She's his soul mate. She makes him feel things that no other person could even fathom. Their connection is deeper than even Jack understands.

"You don't have to thank me, Jack," Abby answers with a funny smile tugging at her lips. She tilts her head back so she can see his face.

Should I tell her? Jack's eyes flick to the door and then back to Abby. The motion makes her tense and look over his shoulder. Jack kisses her forehead and explains, "Yes, I do. This was something I wanted. I know you like to keep things private, but when I saw this room I knew, I had to have you in here. You didn't have to say yes."

She snuggles deeper into his shirt when she hears his answer. Her cheeks have a faint blush. Damn she feels good. "I want to give you what you want," Abby replies. "I feel like you're holding back from me sometimes. Like you're afraid you'll break me or something."

"Fair enough. I won't hold back, but you can't either." Shocked, Abby looks up at him. Jack says, "Tell me your fantasies, tell me what you want - "

"Jack, I don't have any fantasies." Abby seems shy about it. Her gaze falls away from his.

"Call them what you want, but I know you have sexy thoughts floating around in that head of yours. Aren't you the one who covered yourself in paint, practically dancing for me?" That night is burned into Jack's memory vividly. Abby standing before him in that lacy white panty set, and then she smeared red paint across her chest. He can still see it. It was something he never thought she'd do.

She smiles. "Yes."

"Aren't you the one who pulled me onto the canvas with you? Was the painting we made while hav**g s*x - the one that's hanging over our bed - my idea?" The corners of his mouth tug up as he says it. It's too big for the cottage, but Jack wanted to keep it for himself. It reminds him how lucky he is to have her.

Abby nods shyly, "Yes, but - "

"But nothing," he says, cutting her off. Jack takes Abby's chin in his hand and tilts her head back so he can see her eyes. They sparkle bright green. "I want to give you everything you want, everything you need. Promise me you won't hold back as you figure out the things you like, the things you want to try with me."

She nods shyly and nuzzles into his chest again. His arms wrap around her tightly. Jack can't believe how Abby can be so sexual one moment and so shy the next. It's like there's a stripper living inside of her. It's amazing how fast she's changed, and at the same time, that worries him. Jack stares blankly as he thinks about it, but his mind is still too foggy to process the thoughts. He glances down at Abby when she starts to wiggle out of his lap. "Where are you going, Mrs. Gray?" Jack pulls her back against him, making her smile.

"I should get dressed. If the waiter comes back, I'll die." She glances toward the door and tries to slip away again. Jack holds onto her tighter.

"He's not coming back." Abby looks up at him, confused. Ah, fuck. He didn't want Abby to feel uncomfortable, but when she agreed to have him here, in this room, there wasn't a chance to tell her. Jack smiles at her, playing with the curls that hang over her bare shoulders. "I told him to go and lock the doors on the way out. The room is ours for as long as we'd like to use it. No one will interrupt us."

Her jaw drops as Jack's speaking, "But, I thought - "

"I know," Jack says, his smile spreading across his face as he speaks. He can't help it. "You thought we weren't alone. You thought the waiter could come back or other people could walk into the room, and yet you did this for me without any hesitation. You trust me, Abby. I'll take care of you. I wouldn't let anyone hurt you. Ever." He kisses her temple. "I was going to tell you, but then things kind of got away from me, and - "

Abby's eyes are locked with his, drinking him in like she could never get enough. Before he can finish speaking, Abby grips his shirt in her hand and pulls him down hard on her mouth. She kisses him for a moment. When she comes up for air, she's grinning. "You did that, for me?" Jack nods.

Abby continues to gaze into his eyes. He can't tell what she's thinking until she stands and repositions herself on his lap, straddling him. She leans in and kisses the spot between his shoulder and his neck. Jack sighs as his body responds to her touch. A million sparks fly through him, igniting his love for her. This time, her inhibitions lessen even more. When she knows they're alone, Abby acts how she feels with such confidence that it's impossible to control his lust. Then Abby loves him again, until they're both so spent that they can barely stand.

Chapter 8

ABBY

Twenty-four hours later, I have emotional whiplash. The plane connected through Dallas so that I can arrange to have my belongings moved to Jack's cottage. I hardly have anything. I'm twisting my hands nervously as we head from our hotel to the church. One of the council members will be there to let me in.

"I hate this part," I say. Jack places his hand over mine.

"I know, baby." His voice is soothing, but it doesn't release the fear that's strangling me.

"Jack, they nearly destroyed me. I don't know if I can do this." I stare out the window, feeling dread climbing up my throat. I thought I was a strong person, but after what happened to me down here, I don't think that anymore. I did what I thought was right, but nothing worked out that way. It made me question everything. In the very depths of my soul, I don't know what I believe anymore. There's a disconnect between my faith and my life. Nothing worked out the way it should have, except Jack. I thank God for him, and that we found each other in this mess.

Jack takes my hand and holds it tightly. "It'll only be a few minutes. The movers will arrive and we can leave." I nod. My heart is thumping inside my chest like a flat tire. I'm shaking. Jack rubs my hand and says, "You can do this, Abby. You're stronger now."

I smile nervously. I want to believe him. The car stops in the church parking lot and we get out. Jack tells the driver to wait even though we'll be a little bit. Nerves inch up my spine like icy fingers with each step I take towards the building. I'd blot out this part of my past, if I could.

We're to meet with Dick Bennit, the council member who rallied against me, in the church office - my old office. I lead Jack through the quiet church, passing the chapel, and head toward the offices. My throat tightens as my pulse races faster. I don't want to be here. I don't want to see him. I don't trust myself. I'll either break down and cry; or scream in his face. I'm not sure which would be worse.

Jack glances at me out of the corner of his eye. He looks around, at the white walls and ugly brown trim. His eyes scan the bulletin board, littered with lists and announcements. When we stop at the office, he grips my hand hard.

I nod and knock on my old door. A deep voice booms, "Come."

Dick is a man who loves power. This whole thing is probably the highlight of his day. I push open the door, but barely step over the threshold. My nerves make me look mad. "Good afternoon, Mr. Bennit."

"Abigail," he says, smiling like there is nothing sour between us. The man is in his sixties with silver hair. He towers over me, and is wearing a plastic smile, like he's pleased to see me.

Ignoring all the arguments that pool in my mind, I say coolly, "The movers will be here in a moment. Please open the parsonage." The bastard had changed the locks after I left, like the church thought I'd steal something.

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