Page 101 of Burn With Me

“Okay,” she says slowly. “Well, I’m sorry. I didn’t know that. He always made it seem…you know what, never mind. It was good to see you. I really need to get going so I don’t miss my flight. Nice to meet you, Jackson.”

Barbara leaves, making her way through the crowd as I turn to see Viktoriya smirking at me with a raised eyebrow. My eyes are glassy, but I refuse to let the tears fall as I flee, heading for the terrace.

“Ginny!” I hear Jackson call out behind me, but I don’t stop until I’m outside.

He follows me, closing the doors before pulling me to him. “Ginny, it’s okay. You’re okay.”

“What if she tells him?”

When Jackson lets me go, I walk down the length of the building, where there’s a slight corner that leads to a tight alcove. The ivy that wraps around the railing climbs up the wall and over the roof, and I let out a deep breath as I lean against the rail.

“It doesn’t matter if she tells him. You don’t ever have to worry about him again. Okay? I’ll protect you, Red.”

“It isn’t justhim. It’s that stupid Viktoriya, too! She’s been simpering after you all night, and everyone can see it. She’s awful and doesn’t deserve you, but I can’t help but feel like everyone is looking at me thinking, why would he choose her when he could have the stunning blonde?” My head isspinning with all the looks I’ve received all night, angry tears threatening to fall as I attempt to control my breathing.

“Ginny, calm down. No one is thinking that.No one. And if they are? Fuck ‘em. Trust me, you don’t have anything to feel insecure about.” He grabs me by the hips and lifts me to sit on the edge of the rail. “You’re the only woman I’ve ever gotten on my knees for, Red. And I’ll give them all a demonstration to prove it.”

He gently pries my knees apart and starts to lift the skirt of my dress. My tears dry as I bat his hands away and look behind him. “Jackson! Someone could see!”

Suddenly, he cups under my knees and forces me back against the wall of the tiny corner. My hands grab his shoulders, anchoring myself so I don’t fall into the small space between the rail and the wall. Jackson’s grin is devilish as he continues to push my legs up before spreading them.

“That’s the point, Red. This is the most perfect declaration of commitment.” One hand slides my skirt up until it’s pooling at my waist, and my flimsy thong is on display, soaked and probably see-through.

Jackson licks his lips as he stares down at the space between my legs. “I can just see the headlines now.Jackson Tailor caught worshipping the fiery temptress that finally brought him to his knees.”

The noise of the party fades into the background as he lightly runs his fingers over my center and asks, “Do you want me to stop?”

Feeling bold from how he’s watching me with such apparent adherence, I stretch one leg out to hook over his shoulder and pull him down. “Don’t you dare.”

The look on his face is wicked as he bends to drag his tongue over my panties. He only does it once before nudging them to the side with his nose, his hands busy keeping me from falling off the rail.

My nails scratch down the length of the wall, hands fistingin the ivy as he flicks his tongue against my clit before kissing it softly. “Jackson, stop playing.”

Chuckling against me, he lays an open mouth kiss directly over my center before he starts to rapidly suck my clit, paying attention to my left side because he knows it drives me fucking wild. My hips chase his mouth when he pulls away for a moment, looking up at me between my legs.

“How is it that you taste so fucking good?”

Before I can reply, the sound of the doors opening draws my attention away from him and down the balcony. Peeking around the corner we’re tucked away in, I see a few men lighting cigarettes while they laugh about something.

The sound of Jackson’s mouth sucking at me pulls my gaze back to find him watching me. He stops to say, “It’s thrilling, isn’t it? The idea of being caught? Can you keep quiet while you come, or do you want them to find us?”

I slap a hand over my mouth as he resumes, picking up the pace, flicking his tongue against me quicker and harder as his hands squeeze my thighs. He moans against me, and the vibrations pull my orgasm from me instantly. A whine catches in my throat as I attempt not to alert the men of our presence, but Jackson keeps sucking at me as though he’stryingto make me cry out.

My hips undulate against his mouth as I come again, and the sight of him swallowing me down is enough to pull a soft, “Fuck,” from my lips.

When he lifts his head, his chin is glistening with my juices, and he wipes them away with his thumb before sticking it in his mouth to suck it clean. “I think it’s time to go home now.”

He helps me off the rail and makes sure my dress is back in place before I ask, “Don’t you want me to return the favor?”

Grabbing my hand, he turns and pulls me out of our little nook. “Why do you think I want to go home, Red? There’s noway in fucking hell I’d risk anyone seeing you on your knees.”

My cheeks feel warm at his consideration, then burn as I look ahead to see the men staring at us. One of them nods to Jackson. “Tailor.”

Jackson returns the nod but doesn’t say anything to them as they openly stare at us while we walk back into the party. We say our goodbyes quickly, Tripp waggling his brows at me as Jackson pulls me away.

“Have fun, kids,” he sings.

“Oh, we certainly plan on it,” Jackson says under his breath as he smiles down at me.

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