Chapter 13
Third Person's POV
As Dahlia's climax subsided, Jackson stood up and positioned himself at her entrance. He guided his hardened length to her slick opening before capturing her lips in a passionate kiss, which she eagerly returned.
Dahlia lay back against the table, gripping its upper edge as Jackson slowly entered her. The table began to creak rhythmically under the force of Jackson's movements, while Dahlia released soft moans of pleasure that she struggled to keep quiet.
Paige stood on the sofa with her arms draped over Jackson's shoulders. As Jackson moved with increasing intensity inside Dahlia, he kissed Paige deeply, the heat between all three of them building to an almost unbearable level.
When Jackson and Paige's lips finally parted, she slipped her hands inside his shirt and kissed his neck, leaving small marks on his skin as tokens of her passion.
Both Dahlia and Jackson reached their peak simultaneously. Dahlia remained sprawled across the table, breathing heavily as waves of pleasure coursed through her body. After Jackson had completely spent himself, he leaned down to kiss Dahlia's lips, and she responded with tender affection.
"Jack, it's my turn now, please," Paige whispered breathlessly.
Jackson turned to see Paige positioned on the sofa, looking at him with desire-filled eyes. He swallowed hard while Dahlia smiled knowingly as she sat up to watch the two of them.
Jackson settled onto the sofa and grasped Paige's hips. She nearly cried out as he spread her thighs and began to worship her most intimate place with his tongue. He alternated between gentle licks and more intense suction, driving her wild with sensation. Not satisfied with external stimulation alone, he penetrated her with his tongue, exploring her depths.
"Jack—" Paige gasped, her eyes rolling back from the overwhelming sensations.
Jackson continued his ministrations until Paige reached her climax. Then he positioned himself with one foot on the sofa and the other on the floor, guiding his length to her entrance before burying himself deep inside her in one smooth motion.
"Ohhh~" Paige moaned as pleasure shot through her.
Jackson gripped her waist and began moving with rapid, powerful thrusts into her tight, heated passage. Paige could do nothing but grip the armrest of the sofa and surrender to the waves of ecstasy washing over her.
Dahlia knelt on the table, not caring about the mixture of their fluids that trickled down her thighs. She kissed Jackson's neck, and he immediately turned to meet her lips with his own.
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"Can we just stay here for a while?" Jackson asked, now sitting on the sofa looking thoroughly embarrassed. He wanted nothing more than to crawl under the table and hide. He set down the tissues he had been using to clean Paige, who was now sitting comfortably on his lap.
"Why?" Paige asked, her arms wrapped around Jackson's neck.
"We were so loud earlier—I'm too embarrassed to go outside," Jackson admitted, running his hand through his hair. His attention was caught by Dahlia, who was removing her panties. He noticed they were completely soaked.
"Come here, Dahlia," Jackson called softly.
Jackson's expression grew concerned as he noticed shadows moving outside their curtained booth. Dahlia approached, and Jackson took her panties, slipping them into his pocket.
He helped Dahlia sit on the table and gathered several tissues and wet wipes. Jackson gently cleaned Dahlia's thighs as she willingly spread her legs, allowing him to tend to her with careful attention.
Jackson pulled Dahlia closer by her waist and kissed her lips, which she eagerly returned.
"Come on, let's go home," Jackson whispered against her lips before turning to give Paige a kiss as well.
As the three of them prepared to leave, Jackson removed his coat and wrapped it around Dahlia's waist as she reached for her bag on the sofa.
Jackson took Paige's hand while wrapping his other arm around Dahlia's waist.
When they emerged from behind the curtains, every person in the restaurant—including the waiters—turned to stare at them. Jackson couldn't help but grin when he saw the envy in the eyes of the other men present. He opened the door for both women and escorted them toward their car.
"That was so exciting! Next time let's try a public restroom!" Paige suggested enthusiastically.
Jackson grimaced and immediately protested.
"What if we get caught?" Jackson asked with concern.
Paige looked at him curiously. "Is there actually a law against having sex in a restroom?" she asked innocently.
Jackson coughed and decided not to respond to that question. As they reached their car, Dahlia's phone began ringing.
"Just a moment," Dahlia said apologetically. She answered the call after giving Jackson a quick kiss and walked a short distance away.
"Who called? Dahlia's mood suddenly changed," Jackson observed.
Paige shrugged and leaned against the car.
"Probably that damn manager of hers again. He's always calling her back to work immediately," Paige said with annoyance, then pulled Jackson closer to her.
Paige kissed Jackson, and he immediately responded by holding her waist and returning her passionate kiss.
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**The Next Morning**
Jackson woke up early in Paris's room. He looked at Paris sleeping beside him, completely naked and curled against his body. Jackson smiled softly and carefully sat up. He kissed her lips gently, then her forehead, before slowly removing her arm from around his body.
Jackson placed his feet on the floor and stood up. He put on his pajama pants and quietly left Paris's room. Jackson walked to the living room and checked the time—exactly 3 AM. It was time to start preparing breakfast for the women.
As Jackson headed toward the kitchen, he noticed a shadow outside the front door. There were people outside. Jackson approached the door and grasped the handle, about to open it when someone else opened it from the outside.
Jackson was startled to see Dahlia wearing a coat and carrying paper bags.
"Dahlia? What are you doing outside at this hour?" Jackson asked with concern, pulling his wife inside and taking the bags from her hands.
"I got hungry. You weren't in your room, so I went out to buy some food—"
"Dahlia, there are only four rooms in this unit. If I'm not in my room, then I'm in either Paige's room or Paris's room. You're a woman, and you went out at this hour? If you're hungry, you should tell me and wake me up," Jackson said with obvious irritation.
Dahlia laughed and followed Jackson into the kitchen.
"Sorry, hubby. I didn't want to disturb you, and I was afraid that dragon sleeping next to you might wake up and roast me alive," Dahlia said, hugging Jackson from behind. She felt a warm flutter in her chest knowing that Jackson was worried about her safety.
"Your hands are freezing—doesn't that coat have pockets?" Jackson scolded gently, turning to face her. He took Dahlia's hands and enclosed them in his own palms to warm them.
Dahlia laughed and explained that she had been carrying the paper bags, and it was genuinely cold outside at that hour.
Jackson's protective instincts were fully awakened now. The thought of Dahlia wandering the streets alone in the early morning hours filled him with both concern and frustration. Despite their unconventional relationship, these women had become his world, and their safety was his primary concern.
"Promise me you'll wake me up next time, no matter what," Jackson said seriously, his eyes searching hers. "I don't care if I'm sleeping with Paris, Paige, or anyone else. Your safety comes first."
Dahlia nodded, touched by the genuine care in his voice. In that moment, she realized that despite all the wealth and fame she possessed, having someone who truly worried about her well-being was more precious than anything money could buy.