Emily’s Dilemma: Seduced by Billionaire Brothers

As much as Jackson was worried, he was equally furious, his eyes flared

“Why did you drink so much?” he looked at her, trying to place her comfortably in the back seat of the car, and then he quickly drove her to his house. He helped steady her, while he helped her into the house and placed her on the couch.

“Why did you drink so much?” he asked her again, she stirred in her drunkenness, her voice low and her speech slurredAll text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

“Everything is so confusing” she said “And I’m so tired”

He saw tears form at the corner of her eyes, threatening to fall and when they did he knew she had no strength left in her that moment to fight her sadness, so he let her, his hands finding hers to show her that she wasn’t alone.

“Why’s evervthing spinning?” she asked, her eyes closed.

“Because vou’re drunk, you should get some sleep” he stood up to sleep, but she held him in place.

“Don’t go” she pleaded, holding his hands tightly as the world spun around her, an unfamiliar feeling of drunkenness settling in her stomach. She felt tired, and nauseously so, her stomach turned and she felt like shit inside out, but holding unto Jackson’s hand seemed to make everything better. His touch, his scent – everything.

Suddenly, she sat up even though it took a great deal of strength but she wanted to look into his eyes and see him from the same drunken eyes that she saw him for the first time.

“You should lie down” he said but she shook her head defiantly, her eyes half closed as she cupped his face in her tiny hands.

“I told Ethan I needed space” she said “You said you wanted me but – ”

“No buts” he interrupted her “I do want you, I always have, right from the moment I met you. Don’t go back to him” he scooted closer to her, his hands cupping her face as he drew her closer to him, smelling the alcohol on her breath.

“I don’t want to” she said, not taking her eyes off him

“Then don’t”

“But the media” she tried to say “It’ll be a scandal, for me, you, the company”

“I don’t care about that Emily” Jackson argued, his passion and intensity evident in his voice, “I only care about you, if I have you in my arms, I don’t care about anything or anyone else”

The air was quiet, still and there was some sort of chemistry hovering in the air between them as they stared into each other’s eyes, a magnetic force seemed to pull them together. With their eyes still locked in, everything seemed to fade into the background leaving just the two of them in the spotlight of their shared desire. The crescendo of their intoxicating connection reaching its peak and of course nothing else mattered, especially to Jackson.

Their bodies gravitated towards each other, as if pulled by an irresistible force of attraction. Their breaths mingled, warm and hazy as they leaned in, their lips now just centimeters apart.

Time seemed to slow, each passing second tantalizingly prolonging the moment. The already silent room went more deathly silent, with only the sound of their pounding hearts echoing in their ears.

The world became a blur, and all that remained were the electrifying sparks dancing between them. And then, finally their lips met in a union of defied words, a collision of pent-up desire. The kiss felt explosive, a transcendent wave of intoxication drowning them in a heady mixture of passion and vulnerability.

Their mouths moved in perfect synchrony, taking the other into a whirlwind of sensations. Every brush of lip, every gentle caress, as Jackson swiped his tongue against her bottom lip seeking access into her mouth, and she parted her lips slightlY, granting him the access he desperately sought. Jackson slid his tongue into her mouth, tasting her sweetness that was mostly alcohol but it was something else, something that he had always yearned for. He pulled her closer, their bodies touch and nearly melting into each other. His hands found his way into her hair, another cupping her face delicately, and he kissed her even harder.

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Emily felt a feeling she was so unfamiliar with, rising from the pit of her stomach and spreading between her legs. She felt hot, restless but she knew what she wanted and she held him in her hands. She pulled away slowly from the kiss almost breathless and she stared into his eyes, a longing within them. She was mostly drunk but she had her senses intact.

“I want you” she whispered to him, as he trailed hot wet kisses down her neck, finding a delicate spot and he bit it softly and she moaned into his ears.

“Are you sure?” he looked at her this time, searching for any form of hesitancy but there was none, and he wanted her iust as much.

“Yes” she nodded, fondling with the buttons of his shirt and when he took them off, she gasped. She ran her hands through his chest, and abs, then kissing him again till she was out of breath.

It wasn’t the first time she had had sex, Emily had lost her virginity at sixteen to a neighbor’s son whom just a year older than her, and she had found the experience thrilling.

But with Jackson leading her into his room, his eyes clouded with desire that she had initiated, the butterflies fluttered at the base of her belly, and when he climbed atop her, whispering sweet nothings in her ears, her world exploded, for some reason she felt complete, and like Oliver Twist, she wanted more.