Page 117 of Puck and Prejudice

I pick up my phone to see who’s calling me. “It’s Jane.”

“Let it go to voicemail.” He slides his hand down my stomach until his fingers are between my legs.

“Hmm… tempting. But I need to know why she’s calling me. I’m the maid of honor, after all.”

“As long as you can multitask.” He swipes his index finger over my clit while coaxing my legs open with his thigh.

“Jackson… what are you doing?”

“What do you think, gorgeous? I’m getting my fill.” Now his cock is teasing my entrance.

I shudder, melting against him.

“You’d better get that,” he whispers in my ear while sliding inside me slowly.

“Oh dear. This will be hard.”

He chuckles. “That’s what she said.”

I laugh too. “Shut up.”

“Okay.” He bites my earlobe while moving in and out of me at a steady pace.

My voice is shaky when I say, “Hello?”

“Hey, did I wake you?”

“Yeah.”

“Really? It’s already nine. Does that mean someone kept you up all night?”

A moan bubbles up my throat. Shit. How am I going to reply without letting it out? Jackson is not giving me any reprieve. His thrusts are precise and hitting me in the right spot, plus his fingers are pure magic. I’m unravelling already.

“Izzie? Are you there?”

“Yep. Sorry. I don’t feel so good.”

“Liar, liar, pants on fire,” Jackson murmurs in my ear.

“Oh no. You’re not coming down with a cold, are you?”

“I don’t think so. I’m just a bit hungover. I hung out with Grayson and Frederico last night.”

“What about Jackson?”

I curl my toes, trying to prevent my body from combusting while I’m still talking to Jane.

“Didn’t you see him last night?” she continues.

“Yeah. Briefly. He was a jackass.”

He pinches my clit in retaliation, and hell and damn, it breaks my self-control, and I can’t stop the orgasm. I cover the phone with my hand and shove my face against the pillow to muffle my moans. Jackson snickers. Heisjackass.

“Oh no. I’m so sorry, Izzie.”

Now I feel bad about lying to her. I might come clean as soon as I see her in person.

“It’s okay,” I reply after I find my voice. “When are you getting here?”

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