I blush and carefully open the rectangular black box. I'm shocked as I pull out a shiny golden gown and don't waste time throwing it on.

Golden sheets of silk lay softly on my skin. The bodice is a sweetheart style which unfortunately means no bra. Luckily the top half fits snug enough that my breasts should stay firmly in place. The bottom of the dress lays in golden sheets to my ankle. As I twirl back and forth to watch it flow around me I realize there is a slit almost all the way up to my hip.

This is by far the sexiest dress I've ever worn, and by the packaging it came in, I'm guessing also the most expensive. I carefully slip the dress off and rush to style my hair and apply makeup.

I style my hair into loose curls that lay softly in the middle of my back. I go for a lighter look on my eyes but draw attention to my mouth by applying a bright red lip-stain. I'm hoping the red lipstick will help my face match the sexiness of my dress.

I have just slipped on the gown and I'm examining myself in the mirror when I hear two honks. Of course, I should be used to his primitive way of picking me up by now, but I can't help rolling my eyes anyway.

I slide the heels on that Bethany gave to me last week, tighten the strap around my ankles and silently pray I don't fall tonight. I take one last look at myself in the mirror and hear another set of honks. He's clearly getting impatient.

After a deep breath, I open the door and find Jackson waiting. He's staring at the ground, clearly brooding and leaning casually against a limo like he's posing for a magazine shoot. He's always had the look of someone who'd rather be doing literally anything else, but his expression changes and his breath hitches when he sees me. His deep scowl lightens and his eyes expand as they slowly rake down my body.

He's wearing a black tux that completely covers up his tattoos and he's taken out his lip ring. Although I love his lip ring, in this moment I can only describe him as tormentingly beautiful.

He's wearing more clothes than usual but with his tattoos completely covered up and his piercing missing, he seems naked as the day he was born. I can tell he's uncomfortable from the way he keeps tugging at his collar.

As I walk carefully toward him, holding the railing for balance, my eyes never leave his. Jackson gives me a sly smile, opens the limo door for me and bows.

"Charming." I grin and curtsy jokingly.  He gently holds my hand and places the other on the small of my back to assist me into the limo.

I've never been in a limo before but Jackson looks like he belongs in one. He lazily leans against the seat and wraps one arm comfortably around my shoulder.

"You look so fucking sexy." Jack says as he kisses my temple and my cheeks flush.

"You look handsome as well." I confess as I bite my lip.

"I can't wait to get these the fuck off." He says as he pulls at his collar with a frown and I laugh.

The fancy suit and limo certainly haven't turned him into a Prince. But I like my Charming better anyway.

Something suddenly dawns on me. "Jackson, did you have the limo driver giving your signature honk?"

"Yep. I thought you changed your mind when I had to have him honk a second time." I burst out laughing with the thought of him demanding the limo driver to honk twice.

His hand starts trailing up the slit of my dress and a shudder runs through my body. It dawns on me that he knew what he was doing when he delivered a gown with a thigh-high slit down the side.

"Jack stop." I blurt as I attempt to control my breathing.

His hand falters at my lower thigh and his bright eyes meet mine with a brooding stare.

"This fabric is so thin that I couldn't wear underwear and I'm afraid sitting here and getting turned on-" My face goes bright red and I can't finish the sentence.

Jack's eyes widen to twice their original size and his stare penetrates through mine. My body is pulsing with need now but I try to rein it in. I can't show up looking like a hot mess.

His hand trails further up my thigh until his fingers travel between my thighs. I bite my lip teasingly as his fingers reach where my panties should be.

He lets out the breath he was holding, "Fuck Maggie, you have no idea what you do to me."

We pull up to a fancy hotel seconds later and he pulls his hand out of my dress and takes a few ragged breaths while straightening his trousers. His fingers travel through his hair and he tugs at the ends. He always seems so composed, so careless, yet I love seeing him flustered because of me.

"This is going to be impossible with you looking like that." He pants.

I let out a giggle and Jackson gets out to open my door. He reaches for my hand and keeps me steady as we walk into the hotel.

The tall ceilings are decorated with beautiful crystal chandeliers that sparkle in the hotel lights and the gold marble floors stretch out in front of us.

Jackson walks us to a ballroom that if possible is even more beautiful than the lobby. The ballroom is dimly lit and the atmosphere seems welcome with light jazz playing in the background. There must be a couple hundred people here all to celebrate Jack.

"Who are all of these people?" I ask gazing around the room.

"Fans, reporters, and some people from Red-wolf." He says aloof.

"They're all here for you?" I ask in amazement but he lets out a short laugh.

"None of these people here know me." He says in a hateful tone. "They're all playing a game."

I grip his hand a few times to remind him that I'm here for him.

"It's always like this, people will come and shake your hand, maybe take a picture with you so they can show their friends. But no one really gives a shit about anyone else here. In a crowded room full of people like this it's easy to feel alone." He says as he stares into the crowd with a negative disposition.

"I know you." I declare while smiling and pull him closer to me.

Jack awards me with a faint smile and presses his lips to my temple.

"I have no ulterior motives, I just want to be with you." I whisper in his ear and his smile deepens.

It's just as Jackson says, a few people approach us and shake our hands then take their leave. Jackson introduces me to a few authors, a few publishers and so on, I can't keep track of all the names and faces.

They all seem to fade in the background when all I can concentrate on are the small circles Jack is drawing with his fingers on my lower back.

We smile for a few cameras and after more introductions, Jack leads me to a corner of the room close to the bar and reaches behind my head pulling me closer to his chest. He kisses me hard on the lips and I taste the mint he had minutes ago.

We lean against the bar standing like flies on the wall watching people mingle and award each other fake smiles.

Jack's hand trails down my waist until it reaches my ass and he begins kneading it one cheek at a time. He reaches down a little further and his hand slips through the high slit in the side of my dress. My eyes widen and I cross my left leg over my right.

His hand strokes along my outer thigh and I can feel goosebumps leaving a trail with every touch. My heart is beating out of my chest as his hand begins to slide further up my inner thigh.

A few people come and go to congratulate Jackson but he doesn't stop. I'm thankful that we're leaning against the bar so his hand is so well hidden. No one has any idea what's happening right in front of them.

Two women come up to speak with Jack and we find out they are one of his many female admirers. He politely keeps them in conversation but I can't possibly form words with his fingers snaking between my thighs.

I'm powerless to stop him in front of these ladies and I'm fighting to control my breathing and keep a steady face. They keep going on and on about different passages of his books gushing about how much they love him. Instead of my little green monster making an appearance in my chest the sensations are coming from a much lower place in my belly.

Involuntarily I feel my legs uncross and separate slightly just enough for his fingers to travel a bit further up my inner thigh.

Jackson brings the women's attention to me as he asks a question I couldn't hear over my pounding heart.

"What?" My voice jumps as his fingers rub gently past the wetness on my center. The women's attention focus on my face as it begins to heat up. How can I possibly form a coherent sentence? How dare he put me on the spot like this.

My eyes plead with his, but I'm not all that positive what they're pleading for. Do I want the attention off of me? Do I want him to stop or do I just want to know what was said?

"They were asking where I got the inspiration for my book Darling." He says gently taking his bottom lip between his teeth. The two women look a little disappointed that he's called me darling but that's the least of my worries now.

The heat continues rising in me as he continues stroking his fingers teasingly back and forth.

"Oh baby." I gasp. "I think they want to hear the answer straight from you." I manage to deflect the attention back on him and he gives me a smirk. He's loving how flustered I am.

His fingers begin rubbing circles over my center and my legs begin to shake. I can't possibly stand here much longer.

"Jack-" I plead for him but I'm not sure if I want him to stop or go faster. I can't possibly keep my composure any longer and my legs are about to give out. I grip his arm for support and start leaning further into him.

The two women look at me shockingly as if they think I'm suddenly ill.

"Excuse us, ladies." He says politely to his fans.

He pulls his hand out of my dress, wraps his arm around me and leads me hurriedly out of the room. We dart down a few halls and he seems impatient with my top speed in these heels.

We come across what seems to be a laundry room but the lights are all off so I can't be sure. He shuts the door only slightly muting the faint music from the party.

"How could you? I could hardly keep it together in front of all those people!" I scold.

He pushes me up against the wall and kisses me deeply, urgently. His soft warm lips are locked with mine as our tongues desperately explore each other's mouths. His hands start bunching my dress up around my thighs and instead of cringing at the thought of this dress getting wrinkled I thrash at the dress with him to help.

I reach for the bulge in his pants and begin stroking it. He moans into my mouth and pushes harder against me. His fingers start sliding back and forth teasingly on my wet opening.

"Fuck you're so sexy Maggie." He whispers. "You're so fucking wet for me."

I whimper and two of his fingers slip inside me. I'm breathless and begging for more. "Please, Jack."

He quickly drops to his knees and throws one of my legs over his shoulder. His mouth joins his fingers and I grab handfuls of his hair to keep my balance. He moans into me sending vibrations through my entire body.

His finger slowly pumps in and out of me while he swirls circles around my bud with his tongue.

I start to get the same building sensation in my lower stomach and my legs begin to shake. I arch my back and can't help but squirm so he wraps his arm around my thighs to keep me still and continues working his mouth.

"Jack" I moan as quietly as I can but I can feel myself losing control, and he starts pumping his fingers faster. His eyes fuse with mine focusing on my every whimper. I close my eyes and I buck my hips against him until my body stiffens around his fingers and I come undone.

I'm still trying to catch my breath but I know there's no time, so I hurry to repay the favor. Once he stands, I carefully drop to my knees and quickly unbutton and unzip his pants.

I gently tug down his trousers and pull his erection through the hole in his black boxer briefs. I gasp as I see it up close and personal again and quickly give it a long lick from the shaft to the head while keeping eye contact.

"Fuck." He moans and I feel his erection pulse in my hand.

His head falls back and he leans clumsily onto the wall when he feels my mouth wrap around him. I concentrate on what he taught me and move my hand and mouth up and down with perfect coordination.

Jack's breath hitches as my tongue trails circles around the head of his penis. His breathing starts to speed up and his body starts to stiffen so I take this as my hint to add a little suction.

Suddenly we hear his name come over the loudspeaker calling him to the stage but I don't stop. He's so close to relief I can taste the salty ending.

I reach up and gently support his balls in my hand while the other continues stroking. His moans echo through the room and his chest begins to rise and fall faster.

"Maggie I'm-" he pants.

His eyes are glued to mine as I slowly take him further in my mouth. My hand continues pumping faster until I feel his erection throb, his body tighten and feel him release down my throat.

I gently clear my throat and pull away gasping. "They're calling your name."

"They can wait." He says as he pulls me up and brings his lips to my mouth. "That was so fucking hot Mags."

I'm flattered that he'd rather be with me but this party is for him and it would be rude to ignore all of the people in the other room.

I turn the lights on find I was right, this is a laundry room. I find a small mirror and silently thank my lucky stars.

I pull the red lipstick out my purse and reapply a coat. I gently comb my fingers through my hair and find it actually looks nicer and a little softer than earlier.

I catch Jackson's eyes in the mirror and smile at him. "You're beautiful." He says as he places his hands around my waist placing a kiss on my neck.

"You better stop or I'm going to want round two." I say, taking a page out of his own book.

"That's not a good threat for me Mags." He teases. He's right, he probably would go for round two while a hundred people wait in another room.

I smack his shoulder and drag him back to the ballroom by his hand.

When we arrive back at the party people start cheering and clapping and Jackson grips my hand as we're pushed to a small stage at the end of the room.

Jackson climbs a few steps onto the stage and I let go of his hand and take a step back. He turns and offers to help me up but I shake my head no. This is his moment, not mine.

However Jackson never takes no for an answer, so he grabs my limp arm and forces me up onto the stage with him. We stand at the edge of the stage while the host of the evening speaks into the mic giving a speech about Jackson. I give a weak smile and nervously grip his arm trying to hide behind him.

We're separated when his publicist Alex pulls him to the side and an older couple approaches me. Jackson's eyes are locked with mine when they widen in shock as Alex whispers in his ear.

"You must be Margaret." An older British woman says to me as she reaches for my hand. I give her a smile and nod my head yes but my eyes are still deciphering Jackson's face.

"Oh, darling isn't she just as beautiful as we imagined?" She says to her husband and he nods with a bright smile. Why would they be imagining me and who are they?

I look them over quickly to be sure I don't actually know them. Both are dark brunettes peppered with a little white hair, maybe in their late fifties and wrinkles surrounding their bright blue eyes. I definitely have never met them before.

"Thank you," I smile sheepishly and glance towards Jackson who's now gritting his teeth in anger, eyes still on my face.

"Wonderful to meet you dear, this is Robert and I'm Alice." The woman says in a cheerful tone, "We're Jackson's parents."