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I’m okay eating only the surf part of my meal.

JACKSON: Good girl.

“Who’s making you blush like that, Izzie?” Frederico asks.

I whip my head up to face to him, probably looking guilty as hell. “No one.”

“Sure, sure.” He turns to Jackson. “It looks you have competition, buddy.”

He scowls. “Like I care.”

“Like you would be any competition,” I retort.

“Oooh. Shots fired.” Frederico laughs.

Jackson keeps staring at me as if he wants to throttle me, but his foot finds my leg under the table, and it’s telling me a very different story.

Where the hell is our food?

ChapterForty-Six

IZZIE

Iate my meal as fast I could so I could return to my room before the guys finished theirs. I didn’t want anyone offering to walk me to my room, since Jackson couldn’t for obvious reasons.

Now I’m in bed, waiting for him, but staying awake is proving hard. I shouldn’t have ordered that second chocolate martini. My eyelids are heavy and almost completely shut when the knock on my door finally comes.

I jump out of bed, but before opening the door, I ask, “Who is it?”

“Some punk kids ready to prank you,” Jackson jokes.

I open the door and say, “Ha-ha, very fu?—”

He comes in, trapping my face between his large hands and cutting me off with his hungry mouth. I surrender to him in an instant, closing my eyes. I know the door is closed only because I hear the bang. He must have kicked it shut.

With his mouth fused to mine, Jackson keeps nudging me backward until I reach the edge of the bed and fall over it. “Someone is eager.”

He’s already unbuttoning his shirt when he replies, “You have no idea. Why aren’t you naked yet?”

Pouting, I say, “I thought you liked this dress.”

“I’ll like it better off you.”

I hike up the skirt, giving him a peek at my lack of underwear. I laugh when his eyes bug out.

“Don’t tell me you weren’t wearing panties the entire evening,” he replies gruffly.

“Fine. I won’t.”

Something feral shines in his eyes. He joins me in bed, nudging my legs apart with his knee. “You’re telling me you were hanging out with my friends while your pussy was completely bare?”

“Yes,” I whisper. “What’s the problem?”

“The problem…” he lifts my skirt until it bunches up around my waist, and then he brings his face inches from where I so desperately need him to be “…is that no one is allowed near your naked pussy but me.”

He dives in, sucking my clit into his mouth, while flattening his palm over my pelvis to keep me in place. My hips buck nonetheless, as my entire body becomes electric, buzzing with need.

“Jackson!” I shout, grabbing a fistful of his hair.

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