Page 56 of The Fallen Man
Jackson gritted his teeth.
He watched as the guy approached the bar and held up a hundred-dollar bill as he leaned in to talk to Katie. She looked unimpressed. He waved the bill, and she pointed at the tip jar on the bar. The guy’s back became tense, and he poked the hundred at her again. She poured a drink, put it in front of him, and pointed at the tip jar again. The asshole at the bar was getting more aggressive and leaning in. Jackson was thinking about going over when the large man who seemed to run security walked behind the bar and stood behind Katie. He didn’t say anything, just stood behind her with his arms folded. Jackson guessed that this was Vince Ramano. Jackson liked Vince. He liked the way Vince ran his staff and his security. But, now that Jackson knew who Vince was, it occurred to him thatVince might not like him. He’d been to multiple events where Vince had made him pull out his concealed carry permit. On the other hand, Vince’s staff was always courteous, professional, and never put up with shit from anyone. So maybe Vince just didn’t like assholes with guns on his premises. That seemed reasonable.
The jerk at the bar with the hundred-dollar bill began to slink away from Katie. Vince picked up the tip jar and held it out. The hundred went into the tip jar, and Katie looked like she was holding in laughter. Jackson certainly was. Vince jerked his thumb toward the back with a smile, and Katie tossed down the bar rag she was holding and grabbed a tray of dirty glassware, hauling it behind some black pipe and drape that disguised the entrance to the kitchen area. Jackson sensed his opportunity and headed in the same direction.
She was coming back out by the time he made it over there. She was fiddling with something in her apron and looked up as he approached, pushing a dark lock of hair out of her face. She smiled, and those amber eyes that reminded him of really good tequila seemed to light up.
“What are you doing here?” she asked.
“Looking for you,” Jackson said and kissed her. He hadn’t meant to be that aggressive. He’d intended to use more words. Instead, his brain just repeated, mine, mine, mine, like a greedy child, and he’d grabbed her like the last dessert on the tray.
“Oh,” she said as they pulled back. She looked dazed. Then she leaned in and kissed him, her body pushing against his.
“Do you have a few minutes?” he asked, kissing the spot just at the point of her jawline. His hand slid up the curve of her rib cage and onto her breast. He wanted her even more now that he knew what was waiting for him under her clothes.
“Katie!” yelled someone from the kitchen.
“Uh, no. I…”
“Katie! Are you bringing that gin?”
She shot a glare of annoyance toward the kitchen. “I’ll have a break when the auction starts,” she said, turning back to him.
“I’ll find you,” he said, backing up with a grin.
He waited until the auctioneer had started his patter and then apologized to Dominique with an excuse about needing to use the restroom. He found Katie in the hall outside the ballroom. He pushed her up against the wall, kissing her. She responded with equal heat. Her body was glued to his so tightly he could feel the pen in her apron. Then they both heard the sound of laughter from the bar area and she pulled him into the women’s room.
“I should let you get back to work,” he said, thinking about at least trying to be a gentleman. “I really just wanted to see about seeing you later.”
“You don’t want to see me now?” she asked, her hand sliding along his pants.
“No. I mean, yes. Yes, I want that,” Jackson said.
They stumbled further into the bathroom and he had her pressed against the sink. He unbuttoned the crisp white button up and pushed his hand inside, lifting her breast from the bra. His lips traveled down her neck and she licked the curve of his ear. He took a step back.
“Need to stop,” he said. “Because…”
He was trying to remember what thebecausewas.
She pushed away from the sink and went to the condom machine, taking out some change from her apron. She came back with one and handed it to him. “Because why?”
Jackson kissed her again, his hands untying her apron and throwing it on the floor. She fumbled for the buckle on his belt as he hitched up her skirt and pushed down her panties. With the panties around her ankles, he spun her around and unzipped his pants. He could see her in the mirror as he kissed her neck andpulled her skirt up above her waist.
“We’re going to get caught,” he said.
“Only if you keep talking,” she said and wriggled her ass against his cock. He groaned as it sprang to hard attention. He ripped open the condom with his teeth as he sank the fingers of one hand between her thighs. She moaned and braced herself against the sink as he pushed against her clit. She was wet and her clit was fat under his fingers. He couldn’t stop himself from grinning as her eyes closed and her mouth made a littleOof pleasure in the mirror. He was going to fuck her and watch her come in the mirror. He pulled the condom on and put his cock right where she wanted. “Yes,” she gasped, pushing back against him, but he held her by the hips, denying her.
“Jackson!” She was angry with him, glaring at him in the mirror.
“Do you want me?” he asked her.
“Yes!”
“How do you want me?” he murmured, leaning in to nibble her ear.
“Hard,” she said.
He thrust into her and she arched back, gasping in ecstasy. He pushed into her again and again, pinning her against the cold porcelain of the sink. She reached back, pressing her fingers into his ass, moaning his name, the other hand was braced on the mirror. As she got closer she began to bend more at the waist. In their reflection he could see her tits bouncing with each thrust. He reached out and grabbed one, using it to pull her back into him as he pushed forward.
