Jo and Michael were in their limo heading back home. Jo had her legs on Michael's lap, and he was running a finger up and down her shin as she sipped from a bottle of water. Her thick, wavy hair was a wild mess, and her black dress was wrinkled. Jo's eye makeup was slightly smudged, and her lips were still pink and swollen from kissing. To Michael, she was more beautiful than ever.

"Opium is one hell of a drug," Jo said, shaking her head. She normally disliked being cuddled after sex, but for some reason, she was enjoying Michael's touch. It was warm and comforting. 

"You're one hell of a drug," Michael replied.

"Oh am I?" 

"Yes." Michael lifted her legs from his lap, then expertly maneuvered himself so that he was between them. He ran a hand along her outer thigh as he moved towards her, and Jo exhaled slowly through her mouth. Michael grinned as a visible flush spread across her cheeks. He leaned in to kiss her once more. 

Michael didn't want this night to end. He couldn't get enough of her. Jo clutched the sides of his shirt as he kissed her deeply. 

He snaked his hand around her waist, and pulled her down on the seat so that she was lying horizontal beneath him. Jo wrapped her legs around him, and Michael stiffened against her body.

The opium and alcohol were wearing off, but Jo was starting to feel lightheaded. The way Michael touched her, kissed her, and looked at her reduced her to quivering jelly. He was attentive and sweet, and he had the ability to make her heart as well as her body fill with warmth. 

Jo tensed, suddenly anxious that a man other than Jake could make her feel this way. She wondered if Jake had broken her beyond repair when he popped her emotional sex cherry. 

Michael looked at her curiously. "Are you okay?" he asked with genuine concern. 

Jo nodded and gave him a reassuring kiss. But internally, she was shocked that he had noticed her subtle change in mood. 

The limo halted to a stop in front of their mansion, and Jo was grateful for the timing. Her intense attraction to Michael was beginning to scare her. "We should go inside," she whispered. 

Michael studied her face before nodding in agreement. "Okay," he said simply, straightening up. Jo sat upright and attempted to smooth out her dress.

"Here," Michael said to her, turning her face towards him. He gently wiped the smudged makeup from under her eyes, and Jo hated that her entire body melted at his touch. She needed to get out of this place as soon as possible. It was starting to mess with her head.

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