Wicked Game

Chapter Three: When to Say No

Nici paced her living room for hours cursing the day she ever met David Morales. She couldn't believe the audacity. Who was he to judge her? He didn't know her and he damn sure didn't know Jackson.

"Bastard!" she screamed, venting her frustration.

"Whoa, whoa what's with all the profanity?" Jackson chuckled as he entered the room.

"Jackson, you're home early."

"I thought I'd take my beautiful wife to dinner tonight." He placed his briefcase on the side table, walked over toward Nici and began nibbling on her neck.

Slowly her body began to relax until an image of a shirtless David crossed her mind. The primal need rose deep from within and soon she found herself peeling away Jackson's suit jacket and undoing his tie.

"Damn Nici. What's gotten into you?" he moaned as she unbuttoned his shirt and started a trail of kisses down his neck. Jackson lifted her effortlessly while she wrapped her long legs around his waist. Taking her to the couch, he quickly removed his pants and boxers while she pulled her dress over her head and tossed it to the floor with her bra and lace panties. As Nici started to remove her heels, Jackson stopped her.

"Leave em on, baby."

She smiled and slowly lay back on the couch while Jackson led a trail of kisses down her ample breast past her stomach to his favorite part of her body. Nici gasped and arched her back as she imagined David's skilled tongue working her.

"Aaah!" she cried as he teased her with slow circular strokes. All she could think about was how David said he could teach her. She wanted him to. She wanted him to take her any way he saw fit.

"Yes, Yes!" She cried as Jackson's rhythm increased. Digging her nails into his shoulders, she visualized David's sexy lips kissing her in forbidden places. As the pressure began to build, she bit her bottom lip and prayed she wouldn't call out David's name. Higher and higher his kisses took her until an inaudible slur of words escaped her lips and every part of her body ached for her beautiful stranger.

As Jackson joined her on the couch and slowly entered her, Nici closed her eyes and prayed for forgiveness, and the strength to stay away from David Morales.

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"I'm glad I came home early," Jackson sighed as he rubbed Nici's shoulder.

She lifted her head and smiled as he kissed her forehead. Looking at his watch, he groaned, "We should start getting ready if we want to get a good table."

"We could just stay home; I'm sure Sophia has some leftovers in the fridge. I don't feel like going anywhere tonight." Nici looked at him and pouted her bottom lip. Jackson smiled and kissed her.

"Only if you promise to give me some more, later on, tonight."

"Ooh, Jackson!" Nici play slapped her husband as she got dressed and made her way into the kitchen to forage up some dinner.

"So, what had you all riled up earlier?" Jackson asked as he pulled on his pants and rummaged through the mail.

"I had a flat today on Marisol road."

"Marisol, what were you doing in that neighborhood?"

"I had an appointment with Winona."

"You really should have her come here from now on. That neighborhood's gone down," he said without even looking up.

Nici rolled her eyes and continued looking in the fridge. "Anyway. I got a flat on the way home. I called a tow truck driver, but they never showed up. Thank God one of the boys from the clubhouse came along."

"Really." Jackson finally looked up from the mail. "Who?"

"No one special, just some boy."

"Uh-huh. Did you pay him for his trouble?"

"I tried; he wouldn't take the money."

"Wouldn't take the money? Well, what did he want?"

Nici hesitated, remembering David's words. "Nothing. He did it out of the kindness of his heart." She lied.

"The kindness of his heart?" Jackson watched his wife carefully; he knew when she was lying. "Must be some kind of an altar boy. You sure he didn't want a little taste of what I just had?"

"Jackson! Don't be so crude!" She gasped as she took a couple of plates of leftovers and warmed them in the microwave.

"I'm just saying," he laughed "You're a beautiful woman. I wouldn't blame him. I'd kill him, but I wouldn't blame him."

"Why Jackson Thorne if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were jealous."

"Now why would I be jealous?" He walked over to his wife, his eyes dark and ominous. "You belong to me Nici. Always have, always will. The only thing that's gonna part us is death."

Nici smiled, unsure if his words were sincere or a threat.

"I'm going to shower and change. Let me know when dinner is ready will you baby girl?"

"Uh-huh." Nici nodded her head and tried to forget David Morales ever existed.