Page 96 of Failure to Match

I choked on a gasp. “Ohmygod.”

“Let’s go over the rules again, shall we?” His fingers teased my slick inner thighs, tracing fire over my skin. “What do you say if you want me to stop what I’m doing?”

“Strawberry,” I managed.

“And what happens if you tell me ‘no’ instead? What if you beg me to stop without using your special word?”

I swallowed, my thighs quivering. “You keep going.”

“Do you agree with those terms?” he teased, trailing kisses over my jaw.

I shouldn’t have wanted it. Not only was he a client, but his “terms” probably should have freaked me out, made me want to push off his lap and run. He really was one giant walking red flag.

Yet I’d never been so turned on in my life. “Yes.”

His heart raced against my hand, a harsh breath shoving out of him. “Good girl.”

My lashes fluttered.

“You know what I’ve been wondering since the first time you insulted me?” His fingers continued to explore my inner thigh, teasing the sensitive skin with featherlight touches. “Take a guess.”

I was not nearly lucid or coherent enough for that. “Just tell me.”

He licked his lips again and I almost blacked out. “I’ve been dying to know if your pussy is as pretty as the rest of you.”

His accent was so sexy, his voice so deliciously deep. I couldn’t handle it.

I had to close my eyes for a moment to gather myself. When I opened them again, he was watching me with that evil, knowing smirk pulling at his gorgeous mouth.

“Will you show me?” he murmured.

He couldn’t be serious. He wanted me to… actually, I didn’t really know what he wanted me to do.

“Stand up,” he ordered softly.

“Someone might walk in.”

“I’ve instructed the staff to stay out of this wing and security cameras have been turned off. I told you I don’t share, Jamie. You’re for my eyes only. Now… stand up. Show me how good you are at following instructions.”

My heart was pounding so hard it was making me dizzy. After a few seconds of hesitation, I gently pushed onto my shaky feet and stood between his knees.

“Good girl.” His throat worked with a hard swallow as his gaze raked over me. He cupped his generous bulge. “Pull up your skirt.”

His commands were starting to push a very specific button in the back of my subconscious, and the resulting rush was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. I did as I was told, bunching up my skirt with trembling fingers, until the fabric was gathered around my hips.

Jackson squeezed himself over his pants, his gaze heavy, chest rising and falling with effort. Like he was just as affected by all this as I was. It was quite possibly the hottest thing I’d ever witnessed.

“Now… pull your panties aside and show me how pretty you are.”

Non-horny Jamie was going to hate me for this. I’d cringe and kick blankets over it for the rest of my fucking life. I knew this for certain, and I still went ahead and did it.

With a shaky breath, I pulled the dark, damp cotton to one side.

His eyes went black.

I was pretty sure he’d been expecting me to say no, to fight him on it. My compliance pulled a pleased rumble from the depths of his chest, and he tugged on himself, tongue darting out to wet his lips again. “Show me properly, Jamie. Let me see that sweet little clit.”

This had gotten so out of hand. I had no idea what I was doing, or why I was doing it. I just knew that it felt incredible. There was real power in this—in having someone look at you like… likethat. Jackson may have been the one giving out instructions, but he was just as helpless against this as I was. He looked lost, dazed, fully focused and entirely out of it all at once.

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