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“Why? Do you prefer his company over mine?” Jackson steps into my personal space, making it harder to breathe.

“I don’t have a preference.”

“Hmmm… that’s no good. We have to change that.” He grabs my hand and steers me away from the bar area.

“Where are you taking me?”

He doesn’t answer, but I’m also unsure if he heard me. It’s pretty loud here. He opens a door labeled Private and closes it immediately after we enter some kind of back office.

“We shouldn’t be he?—”

He slants his mouth over mine, silencing me.

I taste beer on his tongue, which would normally turn me off. But my body melts into his. I let him take possession, partially hating how weak and unable I am to resist him.

“God, I missed your taste,” he whispers, then places open kisses down my neck.

Goose bumps break out all over my skin, and my nipples harden and push against my borrowed T-shirt.

“How can you miss it? It’s only been a few hours,” I reply breathlessly.

“I didn’t get enough.” He slides a hand underneath my shirt, then upward until he cups my breast.

Shit. I’m letting things go too far. It’s one thing to hook up in Chad’s home office. Quite a different story to let Jackson sex me up in a dingy room in the back of a bar.

I push him back. “We’re not doing this here.”

He frowns. “You don’t want me?”

“I do, but not when you can barely stand up straight.”

“I can stand up straight. Watch me.” He takes a couple steps back and attempts to make the number four with his leg. He can barely hold the pose before he starts to lean sideways.

“Right. You’re doing fantastic.”

He laughs. “I guess I’m drunker than I thought.”

Witnessing Jackson laughing is strangely extraordinary. Gremlins join the butterflies in my stomach. Hell. I need to get out of here before lust erases my common sense completely.

“Yes, you are. Come on. Let’s find Chad and Jane and get out of here.”

“Yes, gorgeous. Anything you say.” He gives me a lopsided grin, and my heart skips a beat.

He has no idea how close I was to caving in and letting him do all kinds of dirty things to me in this dingy back office. Jackson was already hard to resist before, but when he smiles at me like that, my panties can shimmy down my legs on their own.

ChapterThirty-One

IZZIE

Iride shotgun on the way back, and by the time we arrive at Jackson’s place, both he and Chad are snoring in the back seat.

“Jackson, wake up,” Jane says to no avail. None of them stir. “Great,” she mumbles. “Go on, Izzie. Get your boyfriend out of my car.”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” I grit out.

“Whatever he is, heisyours. I have my own drunk boy to deal with.”

I look at her exasperated. “What do you want me to do?”

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