Page 77 of Puck and Prejudice

“And he didn’t paint one for Chad?”

Jackson rubs the back of his neck, looking sheepish. “Actually, the painting belongs to Chad, but at the time, he was living with me. When he moved out, he insisted that I keep the painting.”

“Oh… that was sweet of him.”

He definitely belongs with Jane. That’s something she’d do.

Jackson approaches me, a glint of danger in his eyes. “I remember you said something about getting me to bed.”

“Get your mind out of the gutter. You need to sleep, and I need to go home.”

He snakes his arm around my waist and pulls me flush against his body. “I don’t need to sleep. I need you.”

Even drunk, Jackson sounds sexy. I can’t help how my pulse accelerates, and the chills of desire that roll down my back. But I don’t want sloppy drunk sex to ruin the memory of last night, so I step back.

“Says the guy who was passed out in the back seat of a car a few minutes ago.”

“Fine. You got me.” He takes my hand. “Come on, put me to the bed, then.”

He’s acting way too agreeable. I bet he’s plotting something. But I’m curious about his bedroom, so I let him steer me down the hallway. There are a few black-and-white pictures on the wall, but I don’t have time to give them more than a quick glance.

No sooner do we enter Jackson’s room than he releases my hand and starts to undress. First, he gets rid of his T-shirt, then his shorts go next. And hello, he isn’t wearing anything underneath those shorts.

He sits at the edge of his king-size bed and curls his fingers around his massive erection. “See? I’m not sleepy at all.”

God help me. “You’re relentless. I’m not going to fuck you right now.”

He pouts. “You’re gonna give me blue balls? Why are you so cruel?”

I try to list all the reasons I should just turn around and leave, but my legs won’t obey me.

Hell. Why am I fighting what’s happening?

“Do you think I’m cruel?” I arch a brow.

“Well… youareacting cruel right now. Can’t you see I’m burning for you, my sweet Izzie?”

My heart does a backflip. He had to call me by that endearment. It seems he found my weakness. But if we’re going to do this, it will be on my terms.

I grab his discarded T-shirt from the floor and walk over. “Do you want me to take care of you, hot stuff?”

His eyes turn round. “Hot stuff? I like that. And yes, I want you to take care of me.” He reaches for my ass with both hands, pulling me closer to him.

“You’ll have to do everything I say.”

He kisses my stomach, then looks up. “You own me, beautiful. I’ll do anything you want.”

I know he’s only saying that because he’s buzzed and horny as hell, but it’s hard not to be affected by his words.

“Lie down,” I tell him.

He scooches farther onto the mattress and lies on his back, folding his arms behind his head. “What’s next?”

I walk to the side of the bed, still holding the T-shirt in my hand. “Arms up, wrists together.”

His brows shoot up when he finally gets where I’m going. “Are you going to tie me up, gorgeous?”

“Yep.” I smirk.

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