Natalia closed the door behind her, the soft click echoing in the empty hallway. She took a deep breath, inhaling the lingering scent of Jackson's cologne that clung to her skin. Her lips curved into a mischievous smile as she remembered their passionate night together. She took a few steps down the hall, her heels clicking against the polished floor. Suddenly, she paused, glancing back at the door. A part of her itched to turn around, burst into the room, and jump Jackson's bones for one last romp before work. Her hand twitched, reaching for the doorknob. "No, no, no," she muttered, shaking her head. "You've got work to do." With a sigh of regret, she forced herself to keep walking. Still, she couldn't help but imagine what might have happened if Jackson had chased after her. She pictured him flinging open the door, his hair adorably mussed, eyes dark with desire as he pulled her into a searing kiss. She shook her head, trying to clear the tantalizing image from her mind. Then, a

Jackson watched as Gabriella cut into her steak, the knife gliding effortlessly through the tender meat. She brought a small piece to her lips, closing her eyes as she savored the flavor. A soft moan of appreciation escaped her, sending a jolt of electricity through Jackson's body. "Divine," she murmured, her eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze. "You should try yours before it gets cold." He cleared his throat, suddenly aware of how dry his mouth had become. "Right, of course." He cut into his steak and noticed Gabriella's eyes followed his movements. Her gaze lingered on his hands, then trailed up his arms to his broad shoulders. "You know," he teased softly, "if you keep looking at me like that, I might start to think you have ulterior motives." "Maybe I do. You might find out if you play your cards right." He chuckled, cutting another piece of steak. "Well, I'm always up for a game."They stepped out of the restaurant into the cool night air

When they reached the bottom, Gabriella led him through another hallway. The air was cooler here, almost sterile, like a vault. They walked past several nondescript doors before stopping in front of one that looked more reinforced than the others. She pressed her thumb against a biometric scanner next to the door. With a soft beep, the door unlocked and slid open with a hiss. As they stepped inside, motion-sensor lights flickered on, illuminating the room. His jaw dropped. The room was massive, with walls lined from floor to ceiling with every weapon imaginable. Rifles, shotguns, pistols, and knives were displayed meticulously on racks and shelves. Even more exotic weapons—crossbows, katanas, and grenades—were placed as if they were pieces in an art gallery. "Holy...," Jackson began but trailed off, unable to find the right words. Gabriella chuckled softly behind him. "Impressive, isn't it?" "Impressive doesn't even begin to cover it," he replied, still taki

Jackson captured her lips again, the kiss fierce and demanding, as his fingers continued their exploration between her thighs. She whimpered into his mouth, her body arching into him. The heat radiating off her skin made him feel like he was on fire. He deepened the kiss, their tongues tangling as his fingers moved purposefully. Jackson's other hand found the straps of her dress, sliding them off her shoulders. The fabric pooled at her waist, revealing her ample breasts encased in a lacy bra. With practiced ease, he unclasped it, letting it fall to the floor. He broke the kiss just long enough to take in the sight of her naked breasts. "Damn, Gabriella," he murmured appreciatively. Her nipples were already hard, begging for his touch. He didn't make them wait. His hands moved to cup her breasts, squeezing them gently before rolling her nipples between his fingers. She gasped, her head falling back against the wall. "Oh fuck, that feels good." "You like

Jackson slowly opened his eyes, blinking in the soft morning light. He turned his head to the side and saw Gabriella sleeping peacefully beside him, the sheet barely covering her bare form. A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he carefully slid out of the bed, doing his best not to disturb her slumber. The mattress creaked slightly, but Gabriella sighed softly and snuggled deeper into the pillow. He padded quietly across the plush carpet, his bare feet sinking into its softness. He paused to admire Gabriella's sleeping form, her hair spilling across the pillow like a silken waterfall. The sheet had slipped, revealing her back's smooth expanse and hip curve. He fought the urge to climb back into bed and trace that curve with his fingertips. Instead, he focused on the scattered clothing strewn across the floor. His pants lay in a crumpled heap near the foot of the bed, his shirt dangling precariously from a nearby chair. He smiled, remembering Gabriella's eagerness to u