Page 132 of Losing Faith

“Yes…” I search her face for what the problem is, and she shakes her head disappointedly.

“You’resevenyears older than me, Jackson Jones. This isn’t helping my track record.”

A laugh bubbles in my throat.

“I thought you and my brothers were in college at the same time?”

“I took a few years off before going to college.” I graduated the year before Sire and August, and I guess it worked out that I took a few years off to decide what I wanted to do because I definitely wouldn’t be here if I went to college straight out of high school.

Her eyes narrow as she watches me. “Are you into younger women?” She looks intrigued now, but I shake my head.

“I’m into you.” I steal a kiss, but she quickly pulls away.

“So yes.”

“No,” I counter. “But I’m into you.” I kiss her again, and she tries to pull away, but I kiss her harder, pulling a laugh out of her.

“You should beinme.”

“Alright.” I sit up. “We’re done. Thanks for sharing. You did great.”

She fills the room with her laugh again as she pulls me back down on her. She kisses my neck with a quiet laugh and I let out a soft sigh.

“I should go to my room.” I pull away because I really want to be inside of her and I meant what I said about us not having sex.

I don’t miss the disappointed look on her face as I rise from the bed, and I’ve never caved so quickly.

“I’ll stay five more minutes.” I lay on top of her again and her smile returns.

“You could just sleep here,” she suggests nonchalantly, but she watches my reaction like she cares a great deal. “You’re just down the hall. No difference.”

A smirk reaches my lips. “If there’s no difference, I can sleep in my own bed.”

She shrugs, but I see right through her. “If you want to leave, go ahead.”

“Do you want me to sleep here?” I tread lightly.

“Yes, but I don’t want us to sleep.” She raises her brows twice and I break into a laugh.

“Enough,” I warn.

“Okay, Daddy.”

“Lisette.” My eyes fall shut as I rest my head on the bed beside her face and I hear her giggling under me. I let out a defeated sigh as I stand from the bed and pull my shirt off.

She lookswaytoo excited and I quickly shut down her feral thoughts.

“I’ll stay if you behave,” I warn her and a smirk grows on her face.

“Let’snegotiate,”she teases. “I’ll agree to behave ifyouagree to sleep naked,” she says, cheery as ever.

“Absolutely not.” I don’t admit that I don’t have that much self-control.

“I had a feeling you were going to say that.” She keeps her tone cheery and I laugh at her sarcasm. “My second offer ismesleeping naked.”

“You seriously need to stop trying to seduce me. Are you ovulating or something?”

“Yes,” she confesses and we’re hysterical. I close the door when we get too loud, worried Belle will wake up.

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