"I grew up in a small suburb of London." He starts quietly.  I pinch my lips closed and take a deep breath while I prepare for him to open up to me.

"I was disappointed in my lot in life.  I was so angry at the world, so bitter. I hated everyone and everything.  At the age of fifteen I was a rebel, a thief, and a graffiti artist.  I started fights constantly and intermittently smoked pot.  I did whatever the fuck I wanted, whenever the fuck I wanted.  I was a child that had no guidance and I was completely out of control."

Jack's diamond eyes are focused on our intertwined hands as he speaks and I wonder if he's bringing his mind back to that horrible state just to open up to me.

"I ran away often and I would get books from the library to keep me occupied at night when I wasn't vandalizing the city streets.  I started to read comic books but they bored the hell out of me.  I wanted something to challenge me, so I started reading all the classics." He says thoughtfully.

"Huckleberry Finn, Moby Dick, The Great Gatsby, To Kill a Mockingbird, hell I probably read all the damn books in our shitty library." He says with a half laugh.

"I stole a pad of paper and pen originally to sketch with, but then I started writing in it. At first, I would just write about shit that pissed me off but then I began to notice that getting my rage on paper gave me a sense of relief. People drove me batshit crazy.  I fucking hated being around others, so I would seek out quiet places like this.  The more serene the location, the more at peace I would feel as I unloaded my feelings." 

I'm quietly listening to his explanation and while my heart jumps for joy that he's opening up, it also breaks for him.  The thought of him so troubled with no one to turn to.  What about his family?  I wonder where they were and why he felt like he couldn't speak to them.  But I won't ask because I know the second I do he'll shut down.

Jackson finally looks me in the eyes and takes my hands, "I'm better than I was, but I've still got that anger inside me.  In a way you calm me, but in another way, when we are together my feelings are so intense it's like every emotion is amplified.  Anger, passion, fear, it's all amplified times one hundred when you're involved.  I felt it the moment you entered the VIP area in the club."

"I feel it too." I whisper and a slight smile spreads across his face.  "When I met you I was so confused. I felt like some kind of wild woman.  The way I am with you, it's not me."

I sigh and continue, "I'm normally more reserved.  I avoid confrontation at all costs and I'm opinionated, but if it causes drama I keep it to myself.  I can usually get along with anyone but with you, it's like all of my nerves are on edge and I'm so quick to snap.  I shut your car door in your face for goodness sakes.  Sometimes I want to scream in your face and other times I want to jump on you and fuck you."

Jack's eyes go wide with my confession and an arrogant smirk spreads across his face.

"That's another thing, I never ever curse but since I met you I scream fuck at least once a day." I say with a sigh.

This makes him start cracking up and I can't help but join in. The idea of some magnetic force so powerful between us that it messes with our emotions, magnifying them to a point where they're impossible to deal with is absurd. However, as absurd as it may be, it doesn't change the fact that it's currently my reality.

Once Jack composes himself he speaks again. "I think you're wrong about not being yourself since you met me.  I think you don't usually care enough to let your real self out.  With me, you're finally alive."

Jack's mouth crashes into mine without warning and the initial confusion fades quickly as I wrap my arms around his neck. Heat travels through my body like a wildfire awakening all of my senses.

I give in to the magnetic pull that aches to be closer and straddle my legs over him. My lips quickly but aggressively move with his as if they've been parted for far too long, fueled by desperation.  

I take his bottom lip between my teeth and give a gentle suck, tasting a mixture of mint and metal.  He moans and his mouth parts just enough for my tongue to slip into his mouth and dance with his.

My whole body is trembling and I'm aching with need. His hands clasp around my hips and his thumbs dig into the sensitive skin on either side.  We start to grind on one another moving in sync and I can feel his erection hard beneath me while all the muscles in my belly clench.

I hear someone's throat clear and my cheeks flush with embarrassment.  A passerby simply guides the woman he's with in another direction, but she gives us a knowing smile as they back away.

I'm still on Jack's lap when I cover my face with my hands embarrassed. I suppose I forgot we're not the only ones here. Jack, however, doesn't seem to be phased, I wonder if anything ever cracks his tough exterior.

"Come home with me." He whispers breathlessly into my hair.

THE NEXT THING I KNOW, we're in his car pulling out of the lot after Jack practically carried me out like a madman.  His knuckles turn white as his left-hand grips the steering wheel and the other slides gently up my thigh, slipping underneath my dress.

His fingers gently rub the lace lining of my panties and my hands grip the leather door and the center console until my knuckles also turn white.

We're stopped at a busy intersection and my heart beats out of my chest as I unbuckle my seatbelt and tip the center console back. I slide closer to him and place my hand on his leg reciprocating the action. 

My hand reaches over him and slides up his thigh until it meets the giant bulge under his jeans.  When I start to rub the outside of his pants his eyes close and he lets out a moan. 

"You better stop that now or I'm gonna fuck you in the street."  He says between gritted teeth. 

The light turns green and although I want nothing more than to feel him inside me right this second, I suppose being naked on the news in this intersection isn't the best idea.

My hand slides back down to just his thigh and I patiently press my lips to his shoulder. "How much longer?"  I whisper.

"We're here."  He says as he pulls up to a skyscraper and flings open his door.  He tosses his keys to a valet then hurries to my side. 

I stand in shock as I realize Jackson lives in The Link.  I remember when Beth and I were looking for apartments and I clicked on an ad for this one.  This is a luxury apartment complex and the price range was at least ten times out of our budget.

"This is where you live?!" I ask in a mix of shock and excitement.

"Yeah, just moved in a few days ago." He says with a mixed emotion on his face.  I think it's embarrassment.  Why would he be embarrassed at living in the fanciest apartment complex in the whole city?

I don't have much time to gawk when he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder.

I'm attempting to pull my skirt down and avoid flashing anyone when I mumble, "Jackson, oh my god, please put me down!" But he only responds by patting my ass.

I'm so mortified as passerby's see our situation.  Jack enters the elevator with me still over his shoulder and another couple gets in with us.  Jack stands confidently as if this is completely normal and I limply hang there silently staring at his perfect ass.

I don't say a word but my mind is racing with all of the possible things I could say to this couple to explain my situation.  My hands grip my skirt to ensure I don't flash anyone and I focus on my breathing. There's definitely an awkward silence until the others get off on the 3rd floor and we're left alone in the elevator.

Jack slides me off his shoulder and presses me against the elevator wall.  He skillfully spreads my legs apart with his feet and pushes himself between them.

I feel his erection press against my lower belly as he hits the elevator's emergency stop button.  His lips meet my neck and his hand slides under my dress, finding me warm and ready.

"Fuck." He exhales into my hair as his fingers slip beneath the thin layer of cotton separating us. 

I whimper at his touch and grip his neck before I jump up and wrap my legs around his waist. He loses balance temporarily but becomes stable when his back leans against the opposite wall of the elevator.

My mouth is on his in seconds and I can't keep myself composed any longer.  His left-hand reaches for the dial while his other slips back under my panties and rubs along my wet opening. Our mouths are moving in sync with one another gasping for air between kisses.

Jack slams the dial for the 30th floor and his hand is quickly back gripping my ass.  I start to feel like I'm floating on a cloud when the elevator moves again. His fingers work skillfully under my dress massaging circles and my hands desperately comb through his hair when the elevator door abruptly opens. 

From the silence, I assume no one is around.  Although, I'm too wild right now and in my own world to even care.  He reaches around me to push the door open then lets it slam behind us. Our mouths never separate as he takes me directly to a room and lays me down on silk grey sheets. 

Once I'm safely in bed, he reaches with both hands sliding my underwear past my thighs then throwing them to the corner of the room.

Without warning, his body covers mine and I pull him closer in anticipation. His mouth moves with mine hungrily as his diligent fingers expertly dance below my waist and I sing his tune loudly, unafraid of being heard.  I arch my back and moan into him, feeling a slight release but instantly crave more.

I reach down and grip his erection through his jeans and his breath hitches into my open mouth causing my own breathing to speed up.  Jack slips a second finger inside me and I pull away slightly from the pain.

He gracefully responds to every whimper as if he's expertly reading my body like a page in one of his books, carefully assessing my every need. He slows his movements, gradually conforming my body around his extra digits until the slight discomfort brings further pleasure.

"I want to-" I attempt to speak breathlessly between kisses, "I want to-" I put my hand up to stop his lips so I can speak but he begins sucking on my neck.  My breathing is so labored and my skin is on fire, it would be a miracle to be able to speak properly. 

"I want to taste you."  I manage to use his own dirty words and his lips pause against my neck.

Jackson brings his diamond eyes to mine and pants, "Are you sure?"

I nod my head vigorously and roll him over so I'm straddling him.  I attempt to pull his shirt off but it catches on his head so he simply reaches behind his head and guides it off.

My initial raging hormones begin to fade and nervousness creeps in its place so I take a deep breath to steady myself. I start with a sweet kiss on his lips but I feel his fingers slip under my skirt again so I smack them away.  I won't be able to concentrate with his hands on me.

I slowly trail kisses below his chest and feel his breath quicken the closer I get to his erection. My mouth wanders to just above the rim of his jeans and I start unbuttoning.  My trembling fingers carefully unzip his jeans and he lifts his hips to help me lower them. 

He's wearing black boxer briefs which are tight against his erection and I gasp when I slide them down far enough to actually see it.  I've always seen the outline and felt it through his jeans but I've never seen one this close.  He smirks as he watches my shocked expression and I reach to wrap my comparatively small hand around his shaft. 

My cheeks flush as I ask, "Will you guide me through it?"

I feel him flex in my hand and he gasps, "Yes. Bloody hell, your innocence is so hot Maggie."

My face heats up again in embarrassment but I avoid the urge to hide my face in my hands.  An anxious feeling comes over me as the thought of other women who have skillfully done this with him before creep into my mind. 

The desire to impress him overcomes my nerves and I lower myself to press a few teasing kisses around his shaft.  His diamond eyes watch me eagerly as I take him into my mouth.

His eyes clench tight and his head falls back with a deep moan that's music to my ears.  I tighten my legs closer together in response feeling an intense ache wave through my lower belly. The sound of his moan almost sends me over the edge without even being touched.

Jackson's hand guides my head, rising and falling in a repetitive rhythm.  "Grip me a little tighter, baby."

I do as he asks and he awards another beautiful sound, causing my chest to tighten and my breath to snag. 

Confidence exudes from me with every encouraging sound he breathes and my tongue dances around him circling gracefully as my hand continues it's rising and falling motion. My heart beats rapidly in my chest as I watch him writhe above me and tighten my grip.

His breath hitches, "Not so tight baby."  I loosen my hold a bit and he relaxes. I don't allow embarrassment to take over me or a blush to creep into my cheeks, instead, my eyes lock with his and I take him further into my throat. 

Jackson's hands move to grip my hair, taking the sun-kissed brunette strands into a ponytail as he instructs breathlessly, "Faster."

My movements hasten in a slightly quicker rhythm and his body tenses.  "Fuck baby, if you don't want me to come in your mouth-" His words are halted by a gasp.  "You better stop." 

His filthy words warm my cheeks but I don't stop, I want to taste him.  I feel his grip tighten in my hair and his ragged breath catches as his body stiffens.  I take him further in my mouth and feel him swell in my hand as he releases down the back of my throat.

I slowly pull back and lay beside him on my back.  He's panting, trying desperately to catch his breath.  "That was amazing Maggie."  He says as he grabs me and pulls me into his arms.

We lay there for only a moment and he rises up and hovers over me with a sexy smirk, "It's your turn."