Page 30 of Curveball: The Baby and the Grump

I chuckle a little at that. I never really got that impression about Jackson at all. Hell, I’m sure it’s true that he could have anyone he wanted, and that many, many people have tried. There’s just something about him that makes me feel like he doesn’t rush into things. That when he commits, he means it.

I guess that’s why it stings that he doesn’t want to commit to me.

“I’m not like that at all,” he continues. “I mean every word I say. And you, Freya, are beautiful, and I would keep you in my bed every single day of the week.”

I giggle nervously, feeling my face flush hot red with embarrassment and desire in equal measures. “Okay, okay. Who are you, and where’s Jackson gone?”

“I’m right here, baby,” he says, adopting an awful dumb accent that just makes me laugh more. “I’m not all grump, you know.”

“I know,” I whisper, leaning in to kiss him again. “Just ninety-nine percent.”

“Hey!” he growls, and before I know it, he’s rolling me over and kissing me again, nuzzling into my neck and pinning me down, his cock hardening against my leg. “When do you have to be at work?” he whispers in my ear.

“I’m on late shift,” I say, my heart leaping into my throat, gasping as his fingers start roaming over my bare stomach. He has such a light touch, such a way of setting my whole body ablaze and giving me moments of mindless ecstasy. I have a feeling that the second time with him is going to be just as good as the first.

“Good,” he says, not giving up on his teasing. “So, that means you can stay all day?”

“Well, I was kind of thinking we ought to go out this afternoon,” I say breathlessly as his kisses turn more passionate, his tongue roaming over my collarbones and down towards my breasts. “You know, get you some fresh air. It’s good for you.”

“You always know what’s good for me,” he hums, sending a vibration all the way through my chest. “And it’s true that getting out is good — but I prefer this form of exercise.”

With that he dips his head down and swirls his tongue over my hardening nipple, making me groan as the wetness between my legs becomes too much to ignore. “Fuck, Jackson,” I moan. He’s barely even touched me, and already I’m so sensitive and wanting that it’s almost unbearable.

“Has it really been that long for you?” he asks when he finally surfaces for air again.

The temperature of my face ramps up another few degrees. I shouldn’t be embarrassed by this, and yet… “It’s been a while,” I confess.

“I would never have been able to tell,” he says, smiling into my skin.

I can feel my blush spreading down my neck now. “You flatter me,” I giggle.

He catches my eye and raises both eyebrows cheekily, but doesn’t say anything else. Instead, he just shuffles his way down my body, laying a treasure trail of kisses down my skin, over my belly button towards my sex until finally he puts his tongue exactly where I want him to, and sparks explode inside me.

I swear I never understood what that term meant until Jackson got his hands on me. He’s doing things to me that I didn’t even think were possible. He makes my eyes roll back and my hips buck and my vision blur as I come again and again, his endless stamina never wavering, like his only purpose is to lie between my legs and make me feel higher than I ever could have believed.

I shudder my way through another orgasm, crying out uncontrollably, the sound ripping out of me so loudly that it makes him come up for air. “Still want some more?”

“Please,” I whine, needing it more than anything, “I need you inside me.”

He sits up on his heels, drawing all my attention to how hard he is, despite the fact that I’ve been hogging all the attention. If anything, it looks like my pleasure has excited him even more.

He scrambles over the bed to grab a condom and rolls it over himself, throwing me a grin as he does. “Are you ready for me?” he asks, his voice husky and low.

“Yes! Stop talking and fuck me, please.”

“Yes ma’am,” he growls, then slides deep inside me, burrowing his face in the nape of my neck as he starts to move his hips. All I can do is cling to his back, gasping with every thrust as he brushes over my sensitive clit.

I come again around him, and he lets out a long moan, pressing a messy kiss into my cheek. “You’re gorgeous.”

“You’re gorgeous,” I say back, and though it isn’t a great reply, it’s true. He moans again and deepens his pace, and I swear neither of us have another single thought until we’re both coming in unison, crying out and tangling our fingers, letting the pure pleasure of the situation wash over us as this climax hits.

Finally, once the wave passes, he rolls off me, flopping down, breathing hard. “Jesus, Freya, you’re so good. You’re delicious.”

I cover my face, failing to hide my giggle, and blush. “What does that even mean?”

He shuffles closer to me, wrapping his arms tight around me and cradling me to his chest. “It means you’re so gorgeous that I could eat you up all day, every day.”

“I’ve never seen you like this before. I thought last night was a weird blip.”

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