My heart was hammering in my chest as I saw Jackson pull out the blindfold. He asked me if I trusted him, and I did. Completely. Even though I was nervous for what he had planned, desire and excitement flooded my body. I had never used a blindfold before. I'm glad this was something I was experiencing for the first time with Jackson.

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" He asked as he held the black satin in his hand.

Was I ready for this? Was he joking? This had always been a fantasy of mine. The fact that he wanted to do it without me asking him...turned me on even more. "Fuck, yes," I answered.

His smile widened as he stepped closer to me and leaned forward. "Turn around," he ordered.

I turned on the bed, facing the opposite way as him. He placed the blindfold over my eyes and tied it snuggly behind my head. His fingers brushed against my neck, causing goosebumps.

"Lay back on the bed."

I did as he instructed and his next command nearly made my heart stop. And it made me even wetter. "Stretch your arms out."

I knew what he was going to do, and I was ready for it. He gently tied a soft material around my wrist before I felt my arm lift a little and I knew he tied it around the bedpost. I heard the sound of his footsteps as he went to the other side of the bed and did the same to my other wrist.

I was still wearing my black panties and bra as I laid there, nearly spread eagle for Jackson. I felt the bed dip from his weight as he traced his thumb over my bottom lip.

"You have no idea how sexy you are right now, Princess. The things I want to do to you..."

I could picture him rubbing his hand over his face right now. "Then do it. Jackson, I need you."

He chuckled darkly at my eagerness. "First, what shall our safe word be?"

Safe word? I didn't need a fucking safe word. "How about...strawberries."

"Agreed," he said in a throaty voice.

He must have leaned over me after that, because I felt his lips against my neck. I leaned my head back and worried my bottom lip as his lips trailed a path over my collarbone to my breasts. He slid the lace cups down so I was exposed to him. He took a nipple into his mouth and sucked at it greedily. I moaned and pulled at the binds on my wrists as pleasure ripped through me. He kissed down over my belly and traced the top of my panties with his finger.

I whimpered from the need I felt. Even though we've been together multiple times, it always surprised me the way my body responded to him. Like now, all I wanted was to feel his mouth against me. Licking and sucking until I came over and over again. "Jackson," I moaned, already lost to what he did to me.

"Do you want these off, Princess?"

"Yes," I answered immediately. Nothing else mattered in this moment. Not the wedding, not my parents...nothing. Just the pleasure that only Jackson could give me.

He slid my panties down my legs, most likely tossing them to the floor. "Spread your legs."

I didn't hesitate. He slid a finger deep inside me and by back arched. "Oh, God."

"So tight," he groaned as he slid another finger inside.

It was no more than two minutes before I was moving my body against his fingers. "Jackson, please..."

He knew I was trying to tell him I was close to orgasm. He slipped his fingers out of me and I whimpered from the loss. I suddenly heard his voice at my ear and it sent chills over me. This blindfold thing made this so much hotter. It was as if all my other senses were heightened. His voice seemed deeper. My nerves were more sensitive when he touched me.

"Do you know how wet you are, Princess?"

I couldn't find the words to answer so I nodded.

"Do you like the way I make you feel?"

"Yes," I moaned. He had no idea.

He was kissing his way down my body again and words continued to fail me.

"Tell me, can anyone else make your body feel this way?"

When I shook my head instead of speaking, he nipped the inside of my thigh with his teeth.

"I didn't hear you," he said more forcefully.

"No one. Just you," I panted.

"Good," he said in a deep voice before he took me into his mouth. His hands lifted my hips as he continued to pleasure me the way he knew I liked it. The sound of his mouth on me mixed with my moans and pleas for him to give me more had me coming immediately.

I tried to catch my breath as he pulled away from me. Not even a second later, he sheathed himself inside me all the way. I cried out at the feeling, my head falling back against the headboard of the bed. He buried his face in the hollow of my neck as he started pumping his hips faster and faster.

"Yes, Jackson. More...." There was nothing like the feeling of him inside me. I would honestly never get enough of him.

He kissed my mouth as he continued to fuck me. His hand tangled in my hair in an attempt to pull me closer to him if it were possible. I wrapped my legs around his waist, trying to take more of him. He didn't stop kissing me and my body milked his as my orgasm hit me. I screamed his name against his mouth as he continued to thrust even harder; faster. Never stopping.

I was so close to another orgasm when I heard his voice again at my ear. "You do know that you're mine, don't you, Princess?" The next four words were enunciated with the thrust of his cock; as if he was making sure to make his point. "You. Are. Fucking. Mine."

My inner voice seemed to be on vacation somewhere. I was waiting for it to tell me that the next words out of my mouth were going to seal my fate in a way I never thought possible.

"I'm yours..."

"Lanie is going to kill me," I said to Jackson with a frown. The dress that I borrowed from her was now ripped in half as I held it in my hands. I tried to tell myself that I did keep her promise... I mean, we didn't have sex while I was wearing the dress. But, I knew that wouldn't fly. Jackson did offer to give her the money for the dress. So, there's that.

"Leave that to me," he said as he stretched out on the bed next to me.

He woke me up this morning with leisurely kisses and the smell of breakfast he ordered from room service. We spent a few hours this morning just talking and cuddling. Every time Jackson showed me any kind of affection like that, my inner voice was there reminding me that I needed to be careful.

We both know what was said last night. And I know we were both going along with the excuse that it was just in the heat of the moment. And that sounded pretty good to me. Because the alternative was an impossibility I couldn't bear to think about right now.

I stood from the bed and grabbed my lotion from the dresser. I was fresh out of the shower and currently had on my black robe. I rested my right leg at the bed as I started to rub some lotion into my skin. We snuck back to my room early this morning. If someone saw me leaving Jackson's I don't think I could have explained that.

"Keep that up, Princess, and neither of us will be leaving the bedroom at all today."

I bit back my smile as I switched and started on the other leg. "I don't know what you're talking about."

My eyes met his and he raised a brow. "Is that right? Well, then I-"

The sound of his cell phone ringing on the nightstand cut him off. He reached for it and frowned at the caller ID.

"I'll be right back," he said as he got up from the bed and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door.

I had a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach. Something about the way he acted was off. Yes, he was entitled to his privacy, but I was wondering if this had to do with whatever had been bothering him a few days ago.

He was in there for about five minutes. I couldn't understand what he was saying, but the tone of his voice suggested it wasn't good news. He finally came out and had an unusual frustrated look on his face. He didn't say anything to me as he walked to the chair by the window and started putting his clothes back on.

"Jackson? Is everything okay?"

You looked up at me and that's what he was doing for a moment. He walked towards me and gave me a hard kiss.

"I have to go. I'm sorry."

What the hell was he talking about? I was starting to get worried as he grabbed his wallet from the table and started for the hotel room door.

I started to follow after him as I said, "Jackson, please tell me what's going on."

He stopped when he got to the door and turn towards me. "I can't."

I held his stare for a moment and I saw the truth of it in his eyes. He wanted to tell me, but he was afraid to. He was probably worried that if he told me whatever it was, it would break that forbidden barrier between us. I just had to make sure that didn't happen. Mainly because, he had been there for me when I needed someone to talk to; so I'm going to be there for him now.

I walked up to him and cupped his face with my hands. "Jackson, it's me. Remember when you urged me to confide in you. You said it was so I didn't have to carry that burden alone. Talk to me," I begged.

He closed his eyes tight before he let out a long breath. "It's my mother."

"Is she okay?"

His eyes met mine and my heart dropped. I saw the pain and anguish in his expression and I knew the truth. She wasn't okay.

"She has cancer. They said it was terminal, but they've been trying some new types of chemo. Her doctor just called me it doesn't appear to be working. He said she- she only has a week or two at the most."

My heart dropped at his words. I have never been in his position before. I didn't know what I was supposed to say or do in this scenario. "I'm so sorry, Jackson."

"I need to go back. I have to be there in case she-"

A catch in his voice cut him off and I wished there was something I could do to help him and his mom. "When are you leaving?"

He let out a long breath after you ran his hand through his hair. "I'm going to try to get on the first flight to London."

As I stood there and process everything he said, I knew what I had to do. If he flew over there by himself and his mother passed away, well... Let's just say, I didn't want to think about the possibility. He needed somebody there with him. He needed to feel like he wasn't alone, especially if the worst happened.

With my mind made up, I placed my hand on his chest and met his stare. "I'm coming with you."