And you want to know how you can trust me.” He took what appeared to be the last drain of beer from the bottle and regarded her with obvious amusement. Have you decided to accept my offer? “Like I said in my text, we need to establish some ground rules for our little…deal,” he said, searching for the last word. Instead, her cries of protest died a muffled death in her throat. No one could have been more startled by the intensity of her orgasm than Jessica herself. she wondered. High school. Jones. Jessica looked at her husband with eyes that said he had better win the promotion. With the woman wiggling uncomfortably over his shoulder, Slater used his free hand to open the door. Three months later, a thankfully not pregnant Jessica Jones was having Sunday morning coffee with her husband Michael. Slater snickered. “Tell me about your sex life,” he then said. He stood as she approached and held out a chair for her. “I want to fuck you in your home, in your marital
