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Jackson sat up, rubbed his forehead, and growled, “No. And in the future your presence isn’t required unless I ring for you.” The servant bowed again. “Very good, sir.” He disappeared as quickly as he arrived, leaving Jackson and me alone in excruciating silence. I said, “I’ll just be hiding in the bathroom until dinner if you need me,” and bolted, slamming the door shut behind me. I collapsed against it, fighting for air, wondering how far that little dalliance on the bed would have gone if we hadn’t been interrupted. Wondering how far I wanted it to go. From behind the closed door, there might have been a muffled groan. TWENTY-SEVEN JACKSON My c**k had its own heartbeat. All the blood in my body had pooled in my groin. One lingering look from Bianca and I was twelve years old agai
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