70 Gifts

I back up slowly from the room, my heart beating so hard, I'm sure you could hear it standing a few feet away. I make my way back to the kitchen still facing the bedroom. A hand slides over my mouth as an arm wraps around my waist holding me tightly to a muscular body. I scream against the hand, even though it's muffled, and try to throw them over my shoulder, but they're too heavy. I try and uncover my mouth, and throw my head back to hit the person in the face.

"MELITA! IT'S ME!" 

I'm released and turn around to find Jackson with his hands up. 

"Melita... wow... I'm sorry I startled you. I was sitting in the living room and you walked right by me."

I clutched my chest, breathing hard before I went after him, "You asshole! You nearly gave me a heart attack! You didn't have to grab me like that and scare me!" I growl, as I smack his chest and arm.

"OW! Okay... I didn't have to.." He started chuckling making me smack him some more. "OW! Hey!" 

He pulls me flush against his body, "That's enough Melita. Please stop."

I growl at him some more, "Fine. I'll stop." He lets me go and I huff, "I thought you would not be coming back till tomorrow?" 

"I wanted to get back to you as soon as I could since I was done." Jackson pulls me closer to him again. "I needed to be here sooner but the plane only goes so fast." He slides his hands over my waist to my thighs and lifts me up, "Come here, beautiful. I need you." 

I wrap my legs around his waist and kiss him as he carries me down the hall. I leave soft kisses along his jaw and neck before my back finds the mattress. Jacksons lips tease my own as I feel him kicking off his shoes. I flip mine off, as Jackson encases my body under his. 

"I'm sorry I wasn't here earlier today." He whispers against my ear. 

"Why are you sorry? I know you didn't want to have to go to the UK again." I try to reassure him.

"Because I missed most of your birthday." Jackson props himself up on an elbow as I stare at him. 

He did remember. I bite my bottom lip, trying not to let a tear even well up.

"You..." My voice is full of emotion, so I clear my throat, "You remembered." I give him a warm smile and reach out to stroke his cheek.

"OF course I did." Jackson crooned down at me, "I have something planned for us tomorrow ... but first tonight..." His voice rumbled low and husky as his face nuzzled at my own, "I have a different gift for you."

He gives me a soft chaste kiss before pulling back, "Close your eyes." 

A breathy laugh escapes my lips before I sigh and close my eyes. I feel him moving around and then I feel him place something cool around my neck. 

"Keep them closed." He warns me before helping me sit up and helping me walk to the bathroom where he turns the light on. "Now you can look." 

I open my eyes slowly, meeting his eyes in the mirror first before I see my reflection. My jaw drops.

I know this necklace. It's the DaBears Enchanted Lotus necklace. It's over a hundred thousand dollars for this... and it's around my neck! 

I look up at Jackson wide eyed through the mirror, at a loss of what to say. 

"I knew that necklace was made to compliment you. Do you like it?" Jacksons face is bright, but not as bright as the reflection of the light off my neck right now.

"Jackson... you..."

He raises a hand, "No.. don't tell me I shouldn't have. You deserve this and so much more Melita..." 

I turn to face him and pull him close to me, "I love you Jackson. I don't need gifts like this for you to make me feel loved though."

"Do you want me to return it?" He raises a brow at me.

"Now let's not get ahead of ourselves here." I giggle.

"I want to see you wearing just this though..." Jacksons voice vibrates through his chest into mine as I blush.

"I think that is a easy request to fulfill. However, I need you to sit back and wait while I prepare myself." I push him out of the bathroom. His grin spreading as he steps back to sit on the edge of the bed. 

"I await my ladies return." 

I wink and close the door to the bathroom and quickly enter the closet that's attached to the bathroom and pull out the outfit I had originally wanted to wear for him. He may want to see me in just the necklace, but I think these two combined will bring him to his knees. Granted, I had wanted him to discover these when he took off my clothes, but with this necklace around my throat I refuse to make him work for this.

I'm so giddy, I'm fumbling getting it on and taking longer because of it. I attached the garters to the black panty hose and slipped on my black heels and went back to the bathroom. I ran my fingers through my hair to fix it a bit and took a deep breath. I put on my best sultry face I could pull off and open the bathroom door. 

Jackson was sitting back on his hands, his shirt unbuttoned and tie removed, but still looking amazing and scrumptious. His eyes soaked me in like he was a dry sponge and I was water filling every pore of his body. 

"I know you requested for me to just wear the necklace," I start to strut towards him, "but I felt I should give you your gift as well." I come to stand in front of him, gripping the collar of his shirt to pull him closer to me. "I hope you don't mind?" 

Jackson breathes deeply his hands sliding over my hips and up my sides, "I don't know what I did to get so damn lucky, but you are the best fucking gift I could have ever received." 

He doesn't let the awe at his words settle in thoughts before he pulls my body to the side so I'm laying on the bed and he rolls to hover over me. His hands rove over me slowly, taking in every detail of my body like he's memorizing it. His fingers leave a trickle of shivers on my skin that send heat to my core. He lowers his lips to mine, swallowing them instantly deepening our kiss. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me as his hand trails up between my thighs. A finger hook under my underwear, slowly caressing my folds with a knuckle, teasing me.

My hands begin to work down to pull his shirt out of his pants, so my hands can feel more of his skin.

*ding ding*

We pause and look at each other. 

"Who the hell is at the front door?" We say in unison and start chuckling. 

*ding ding*

I sigh, "I should probably go answer it." Jackson rolls off of me and I slide out and grab my robe to wrap around me as I head to the door.

I open the door and am surprised to find Derek there. 

"Um Derek? What's up?" I ask confused.

He looks me up and down, cocking a brow before shaking his head, smiling. His eyes land on the necklace around my throat and I can see the mental check he does that I was not wearing it earlier. "Someone found this earring where you were sitting earlier, is it yours?" He holds out his hand and presents one of the earrings that Jackson gave me a while back. 

I lift my hands to my ears and realize that I am missing one. "Oh my goodness! Thank you! It is mine." I hold my hand out as I feel arms wrap around my waist.

"Derek Mor?" Jackson sounds surprised and confused at his presence.

Derek's brows raise in surprise as well as he lets out an awkward chuckle, "Jackson Morgan."

Derek's gaze flitters to Jacksons arms around my waist and he hands me the earring. "Well this is interesting. Who would've thought we would be neighbors." Derek offers his hand out to Jackson who takes it and shakes it. 

I feel the light tension in Jacksons hold around my waist as he shakes his hand but keep the smile on my face.

"It's just a temporary arrangement." Jackson says firmly.

Derek smiles knowingly, "Yes, I imagine that normal residence has suffered from being too flashy lately." His eyes dart back to me and nods. "So the rumors are true, you do have a beautiful woman at your side now. Congratulations."

Jackson gives him a tight smile but instantly warms as he looks at me, making me blush, "Thank you. I am a lucky man to have her." 

I find it hard to hold his gaze, but thankfully Derek speaks up. 

"Yes, it seems you are. Well I must get back to my guests. Melita, happy birthday again. Enjoy the rest of your day. Jackson, good job on the gift. I'll see you around, neighbors." Derek turns and walks across the hall as Jackson shuts the door.

Jackson looks down at me and raises a brow, "You were next door earlier?" 

I nod, "Yes, I tried to call you earlier to let you know, but couldn't get a hold of you. My boss, Eric and his wife Margret were there as well."

Jackson nods, "Okay. Now... where were we?" Jackson pulls on my robe tie, before lifting me back up to lay me out on the dining table, where he feasts upon me until I am a shaking, quivering mess, begging him to take me.