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Jackie smiled as the door opened. "I was beginning to think you weren't going to call me Ricky."

Jake's eyes goggled at her as she stood there. The dress she was poured into was a black lace number with a lining that looked like her own skin-tone. It was made to look like she was wearing a sleeveless sheath of lace and nothing else. He wagered that she was, like the other night, not wearing a thing under that dress.

Jackie smiled and stepped inside his apartment. With her heels on, his nose was right at neckline level. And his eyes were glued to her cleavage. "When you called, you sounded rather unhappy. What's wrong?"

"Jackie, I called you because we have to talk." He took her hand and led her to the sofa. Once she sat down, Jake had to fight to keep his eyes off of the shadows beneath her skirt. Gingerly he sat down on the other end of the sofa. "I need to tell you something."

She saw his discomfort and frowned. "What happened? You look like you're in pain."

"Slight accident while working out. I slipped and ah… um… well…" his cheeks flushed at the embarrassment.

Jackie blinked, then her jaw dropped with a soft gasp. "Oh you poor thing! Do you need anything? Some ice perhaps?" She scooted closer; close enough to put a hand on his knee.

Jake sighed and removed her hand. "No Jackie. It's fine. But we can't do this anymore. I'm… I'm involved in something that might put you in danger. And it's not fair to you."

"Oh come on Ricky…" Jackie purred. She leaned forward, closer to him so that he could see straight through her cleavage to her navel. "After what happened between us the other night…"

"It can't ever happen again." He took her by the shoulders and pushed her back. "I can't do it. I can't put you into a dangerous situation."

Jackie smiled coquettishly and took his hand in her fingers. Slowly she traced the lines of the veins and tendons on the back of his hand. She turned his hand over, baring his palm. Placing a kiss there, she nibbled gently down to his wrist. "You sure?"

Jake's breath sped up slightly as his eyes were glued to her lips and tongue as it worked over his hand. Jesus, he should pull his hand out of her grasp and push her out the door. But he found himself frozen under the magic of her lips. He groaned hotly as she kissed his fingertips one by one.

Jackie purred softly and inched closer as she nibbled his fingertips. Her green eyes found the prize between his thighs and she smiled. He was reacting despite his protests to the contrary. His body wanted hers just as much as she wanted him. Time to make him see that. Slowly she slid her tongue out of her mouth, letting it touch the base of his finger a moment. Inch by inch she drug the tip of her tongue up his finger. She could hear him whimpering softly. Her green eyes found his dark ones as she smiled, then sucked his finger between her full lips.

Jake hissed. His groin was still tender from the abuse heaped on him by Shay the other night. And to feel his member rising to her ministrations just made the ache more noticeable. But at the same time, the pain felt sweet in combination with the arousal inside. He felt his body heat rise and his heart beat speed up. All from sucking his finger…

Jackie took his other hand and placed it over her breast. Then she slid over his lap to straddle his hips. Her dress hiked up scandalously as she settled on his thighs. She was still sucking his finger, her eyes on his as she watched the torment in his face.

Jake palmed her breast through the thick lace of her dress. He could feel her nipple harden in his palm. He shouldn't be doing this, he should be pushing her out the door. Further common sense fled him when she slowly pulled his finger from her mouth and trailed it over her chin, down her neck and around the edge of her low décolletage. She leaned forward to kiss his forehead tenderly. "Baby..." she whispered, "kiss me."

Jake responded by pressing a soft kiss to her breast as his hands slid up her back to grasp her shoulders. He lost himself in the perfume that wafted up from her skin. Warm, spicy, intoxicating... His fingers curled around the straps of her dress and slid them off of her shoulders. Inch by inch he pulled her dress down until her breasts were freed from the tight lace casing. Gently he took one nipple between his lips and sucked it gently, rolling it around with his tongue between his teeth. Jackie groaned, threading her fingers into his hair. Her hips ground up against Ricky's intimately.

"No... no Jackie.." Jake groaned and pushed her back. But the motion had the reverse effect. As he pushed her back, her sex pressed even tighter up against his groin. Jake's eyes closed as his fingers gripped her hips tightly. A soft hiss escaped his lips and he froze completely. "Don't... move..."

Jackie smiled and twitched her hips ever so slightly up against his. The result was Jake's hissing and his fingers digging harder into her hips. Her fingers reached for his waist, unbuttoning his pants and pulling the zipper down. Jake tried to keep her still. If she moved anymore, then he'd lose his control. Until now he'd managed to keep from throwing her down onto the sofa under him and giving her what she teased him with. But when she slid her hand down into his pants, he lost the fight.

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