Page 34 of Pucked In Vegas

At least this time, it won’t be tequila and glitter and blackout kisses behind velvet ropes.

This time… I want it.

Jackson cups my jaw with one hand, fingers threading through my hair, tilting my head as his tongue tangles with mine. He groans my name into my mouth like it’spainful. Like it’s cost him something to hold back this long.

And then his other hand slips between us.

I gasp as his fingers pop open the button on my jeans, dipping inside like he owns the space. His palm finds the lace of my panties, the soaked center of them, and he groans again.

“Fuck,Cassie,” he breathes, rubbing tight, slow circles over my clit with maddening light pressure. “You’re dripping.”

My head falls back against the door, small moans escaping my lips.

“We’re not… we’re not signing anything, are we?”

He doesn’t answer with words. He answers with another kiss, this one even harder and more punishing, like he needs to shut me up and ruin me at the same time.

His fingers slide past the lace, stroking my bare heat. I choke on a moan, my thighs trembling, my hips rolling to meet every touch.

He presses closer, and I wrap my legs around his waist instinctively, locking us together like I wasmeantto fit there.

He groans against my throat, licking down the column of my neck, biting just hard enough to make me whimper.

“You’re not a good girl,” he grunts, grinding against me, his cock thick and hard under his sweats. “You pretend you are, but you came here knowing exactly what would happen.”

“Jackson…” My voice breaks apart, breathless and wet.

“You came here for this.” He rocks his hips against my core again. “Youwantedthis.”

"I do," I moan loudly, letting him roll against my pussy. "God, I do."

Every nerve ending is lit. My nipples rub against the thin lace of my bra, achingly stiff. My pussy clenches around nothing, desperate for more than just fingers. More than just friction.

“I’m not… I can’t—” I start, trying to hang onto something resembling logic.

But he’s already lifting me off the floor, palms under my ass, mouth devouring every gasp I give him.

His breath is hot in my ear. “We’re doing this, Cassie.”

My head falls back, hair brushing the door. His hands grip me tighter, positioning me against the wall like a promise to take whatever he damn well wants.

“We’re doing this,” I echo, breathless. “But just one time…”

I don’t believe it even as I say it.

But it’s the lie I need right now.

And as his mouth crashes into mine again, I let it be true… even if it's just for tonight.

Chapter Nine

Jackson

Christ.The taste of her name on my lips isn't enough anymore.

I need the taste ofher.

I drop to my knees without warning, hands gripping her thighs as I yank her jeans and panties down in one desperate motion. She gasps, fingers scrambling for purchase against the door behind her.

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