Page 108 of Fake Game

The words are whispered in my ear, the voice low and gravelly, making me even wetter.

Dammit, why is Jackson’s morning voice that hot?

Wait.

What?

My eyes pop open

Fuck.

FUCK.

“Oh my Gods, I…” My brain fights to piece reality back together as I scramble back. Except my legs are tangled with Jackson’s body, and I just end up hitting myself in the eye with my flailing arms. “Fuck.”

I blink, blurry vision struggling to focus on everything around me.

Hotel. Jackson. Talking. Sleeping. Sex dream.

SEX. DREAM.

I would’ve rather had a nightmare and woken up screaming in his face than this.

“Good morning.”

I will the heat in my cheeks to go down as I attempt to glare at him, which is kind of hard to do because every time I shift, I feel a Gods damn wet patch on my underwear, reminding me of exactly what just happened.

“This is your fault.”

“Oh?” Jackson grins at me with a stupid, sexy smirk. “How, sweetheart?”

“Because you,” I poke his chest with my nail, “haven’t let me orgasm in days, asshole.”

“So, you did listen.”

“Of course I did.”

“Technically, I only said you couldn’t orgasm that night.” He reaches out and twirls a piece of my hair around one of his large fingers. “But for your extra credit, I suppose I can give you areward.” The word is laced with hot honey that heats up my skin.

“Reward?”

“Mm.” He reaches behind his neck and pulls off his T-shirt, tossing the material aside. “Would you like that?”

“Yeah.” It comes out all breathy as I drink him in, every inch of bare skin. Damn. I want to climb all over this man, touch and lick every inch to claim him as mine.

He shifts in front of me onto his knees and reaches for my hips. He grips and pulls me forward, my knees bunching up before him as I slide down the bed.

Jackson loops his fingers between my shorts and skin. He gives my ass a light tap, and I automatically raise my hips. With a deftness that shouldn’t surprise me, he slips my shorts and panties off in a smooth motion. He nudges my knees, and they fall apart at his touch, laying me open for me.

“You know what, Deer?”

“What?”

“I have to say, I’m quite hungry this morning.” Jackson’s eyes leave my face as he stares down at me, a dangerous grin forming. “And this pussy looks fucking delicious.” He reaches down and runs a finger up my core. “So wet already.” He holds his fingers up to the sliver of light peeking through the curtains before popping them in his mouth and sucking.

My breathing pauses, air trapped in my lungs as I watch the display, unable to deny that it’s just making me wetter.

Shit. I take it back. This is agreatway to wake up.

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