Page 117 of Redemption

“Jackson…” She warned. “Don’t start something unless you’re prepared to finish it.”

“Oh, I’m more than prepared.” I placed her hand on my cock, letting her feel just how hard I was for her.

She squeezed my shaft, and I groaned into her hair. “Sloan.”

Her phone buzzed, and she pulled away to check it. “It’s Greer.” She frowned down at the screen. “She’s going to stay in the room. I think I should go check on her.”

Talking about my sister effectively killed my desire. Not to mention the fact that Sloan was concerned about Greer, and so was I.

I sighed. “As soon as the waiter comes back, we can go.”

“Yes,” Sloan said, tapping out a reply to Greer. She handed me a bottle of hand sanitizer from her purse. Always prepared.

“Thanks,” I said, handing it back to her after I’d cleaned my hands.

She signed for the check and thanked the waiter. I placed my hand on the small of her back, standing just behind her to hide my crotch as we crossed the lobby. She smirked at me over her shoulder.

We were alone in the elevator, and Sloan reapplied her lipstick and kept smoothing her hand over her hair. I was so damn tempted to crowd her against the wall and kiss her senseless, but I wouldn’t. Not when our every move was being monitored by a security camera.

Since Sloan was one of the owners of the hotel, it was likely that her movements were followed closely by her staff. They wanted to anticipate her every move; they wanted to make her stay as wonderful as possible. Fortunately, the cameras didn’t have audio.

“You look perfect.” I maintained a neutral expression for anyone who might be watching the CCTV.

“Perfectly fucked,” she muttered. “Wait until Greer sees me.”

“Sloan.” I waited until her eyes met mine in the reflection of the elevator doors. Yes, her lips were still swollen from my kisses. And her cheeks were red. But she’d also been drinking. “She probably won’t even notice. But if she does, just tell her you ordered another drink after she left.”

“Right.” She swallowed. “Good idea.” And then she dropped her head. “Ugh. I don’t want to do this anymore. I don’t want to lie to Greer.”

“So, let’s tell her,” I said. “It’s not going to get any easier, and we can’t put it off much longer. Not if we’re going to live together.”

“That sounds crazy, right?” But even as she said it, she was smiling.

“What sounds crazy,” I said, “is wasting any more time.”

I couldn’t wait to start our new life together. To live together. To have no more secrets. To one day make her my wife.

The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open. Sloan unlocked the door to our suite, and I held it open for her. She brushed against me as she walked past, the scent of wild roses and sunshine lingering in the air.

Such a tease.

“You’re sure?” she asked, and I sensed her nerves.

“One hundred percent.” I hoped my confidence would reassure her that we were doing the right thing.

“We’re back,” Sloan called.

“Hey,” Greer said, returning to the living room. “Sorry for ditching you.”

“Is everything okay?” Sloan asked.

“The kids wanted to tell me about their day, that’s all.”

“Oh. Good.” Sloan twisted her bracelets, a nervous habit. “But they’re good?”

“They’re great.” Greer’s smile was full of love.

“Great. Um—” Sloan cleared her throat. “Jackson and I have something we need to tell you.”

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