Page 53 of Unbossly Manners

“Is this going to be my hate-sex lesson?” I batted my eyes, hoping a little teasing would ease his anger.

“What are you talking about?”

“You seem pissed.”

Jackson rolled his eyes and huffed. “I don’t fucking know what I am.”

“You want to do this, right? I’m not making you?”

He swept me up from the couch and into his arms. “Yeah, I fucking want to do this.”

I leaned forward to kiss him but he moved his head and my lips hit his neck.

“I don’t want to confuse things,” he said, to soften the rejection of the kiss.

“I know,” I said. “I’m sorry.”

“Stop fucking apologizing.”

“Stop saying fuck. And let’s fuck.”

Jackson kicked the door to his bedroom shut, turned off the overhead light, and put me on the bed.

“Setting the mood,” I joked, but my bravado left when his gaze swept my body hungrily. My nerves were on red alert, ready for his touch.

“Do you want the lights back on?” he asked lust swimming in his eyes. My heart fluttered.

Derrick was the one I was dating, I reminded myself. Jackson was my tutor. A bit of fun as I gained confidence and carnal knowledge.

“I like the city lights.”

His hands rested on either side of my hips and he lowered his face to my stomach, his breath moist. He nudged my shirt up with his nose, tracing a line upward between my ribs.

Tonight, he was all business. And I liked it.

His head tucked under the cotton fabric and his mouth clamped onto my right nipple. Involuntarily, my back arched toward him, asking for more. His hand found my other breast and pinched the nipple.

“I love that.” I breathed out.

“I know,” he said into my shallow cleavage, as he swept to my other breast, sucking and nipping at my pebbled nipple, licking my areola.

He lowered his hips to my pelvis. Under his joggers, his cock was rigid, straining the material.

“Already?” I said, amazed.

“I was hard the moment you walked in the door.”

Desire pressed into my throat and I swallowed it down. His naked confession sent my desire into the stratosphere.

“Derrick was crazy not to be hard the moment he kissed you.”

Jackson licked my neck. His tongue reached my ear, bringing the lobe into his mouth and sucking. I moaned, my sex wet, anticipating what would come next.

I gripped his shoulders, strong with lean muscle and I smoothed my hands down his back and over his butt, pulling his clothed cock against my pulsating clit.

“Oh, god.” I moaned again, electricity snaking over my thighs.

Jackson pulled back, breathless.

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