Page 80 of Puck and Prejudice

He licks my clit again before saying, “All right, my sweet Izzie. As you wish.”

“Please don’t quoteThe Princess Bride,” I say.

Jackson quirks a brow. “Why not?”

“Because it’s my favorite movie, and you already have too many brownie points.”

“I have too many?” He laughs. “Pray tell, how did I manage that?”

My face heats further, and I regret opening my big mouth. “Not telling you anything.”

He rolls a condom down his shaft, then settles between my legs, resting his forearms on either side of me. “It’s okay, I know how I can keep earning those points.”

He enters me slowly, stretching me in the best way possible. A whimper escapes my lips, but Jackson silences me with his tongue. His kiss is deep, sensual, and sweet. It does something to my heart that scares me.

But Jackson starts to move faster, and the new sensation between my legs distracts me from my thoughts. I forget about everything else and focus on the now.

“God, I love how tight your pussy is, Izzie,” he murmurs against my mouth, then bites my lower lip.

The zing of pain shoots straight to my core, and thanks to all the foreplay that happened when I was still in dreamland, my body can’t take anymore. The orgasm comes swiftly, making me shake from head to toe. I sink my nails into his back, and beg, “Jacks… don’t stop.”

“I don’t want to stop. You feel too good.”

He keeps moving faster, rattling the bed. The iron frame bangs against the wall loudly, and I’m afraid it will dent the plaster. But my concern evaporates when Jackson sends me to O-town again. I scratch his back and scream louder.

“Fuck… I can’t hold any longer,” he rasps right before his body jerks, and his cock pulses inside of me.

I want to say something sexy, but he claims my lips possessively, kissing me with a wild fervor. I don’t know which type of kiss I prefer from him—slow and sensual, or caveman style. I guess I don’t have to choose.

After a moment, Jackson slows down, and then stops moving completely. He hides his face in the crook of my neck, and his erratic breathing against my skin gives me goose bumps. The room is spinning. I have to keep my eyes shut to avoid getting dizzy.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

“I’m fine. Just recovering,” I reply with my eyes still closed.

He kisses my cheek, and it’s the sweetest thing. I can’t help but to melt.Damn it, Darcy, stop acting like a guy I could fall in love with.

“I’m going to get rid of the condom and then hop in the shower. You’re welcome to join me.”

I look at him and find him smiling. He’s so damn beautiful, it isn’t fair. “I’d better wait. I don’t think my legs will cooperate right now.”

A ringtone sounds in the room, and it’s not one I recognize. Jackson jumps out of bed and searches the floor. He finally locates the shorts he discarded earlier and fishes his phone from the pocket. “Oh shoot. It’s the GM. I have to take this.”

“Okay.”

He walks out of his bedroom, butt-naked, and I’m not ashamed to admit I do stare at his ass. But once I’m alone, I realize I need to let Jane know I’m alive. I find my own phone and see a couple messages she sent earlier.

JANE: Chad was a handful, but I’m free now.

JANE: Hello? Are you there?

JANE: I guess Jackson is keeping you busy . Call me when you’re ready.

I smile. He did keep me busy all right. But sadly, I can’t stay longer. It’s already past seven pm. I slept the entire afternoon. I call Jane.

“Hey,” she says. “You’re alive after all.”

“Yes. Anyway, I’m ready if you can get me now.”

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