Page 71 of Unbossly Manners

“How are you doing?” Jackson leaned against the door frame.

I blew air through my lips, buzzing them. “Out of it.”

“I’m glad you slept for a bit.”

I reached my arms up like a zombie. “I want to rest on you.”

He sighed as he wrapped me into his chest.

“You’re heavenly.” I glanced up at him, but couldn’t focus. “And very cute.”

His palm brushed down my cheek, his eyes landing on my mouth. My nerve endings came to life, remembering being with him.

“I want to kiss you,” I said. “You’ve kissed my other lips. You’ve done lots of things to those lips.”

He groaned, shifting under me. “Fuck, Peyton. Don’t say that right now.”

“Why not?” I popped my bottom lip out in a pout.

“It turns me on and I’m not doing anything with you while you’re like this.”

“But I want to.” I slid my nose along his jaw, breathing in his warm earthy fragrance. “I won’t even remember in the morning.”

His eyelids fell shut, and he released a long breath. I brushed my lips over the corner of his mouth, a chill rushing down my back. He rocked his head back and forth in a miniscule movement, his lips grazing mine. He groaned, a sound full of want and frustration.

“We shouldn’t,” he said, the air from his words tickling my lips.

“But you want to.” The hunger to kiss him cloyed at my insides like a ravenous animal.

“God, yes.”

His palms slid around my neck and his fingers dug into my hair, gripping at the roots. He pressed his lips firmly against mine, binding us together, and the fire under my skin burst into an inferno. I sighed, luxuriating in the scorching desire coursing through my veins as his lips pressed and nipped at mine in slow, savoring touches.

I shifted my leg over his thighs, but my limbs felt like they were moving through molasses.

His hands slid from my neck and cupped my cheeks, his fingers tickling my earlobes. He edged my lips apart and slid his satin tongue inside, exploring my mouth in a languid slow-dance. I hitched my hips forward, and I gasped when his hard cock hit my clit under my clothes.

Our tongues collided in a frenzied tango, an undercurrent of need clawing at us. Desire pulsed in every cell, but my energy suddenly seeped out of me and I popped my lips from him, gasping for air.

The room spun and my stomach roiled. I rested my forehead against his temple, panting from the exertion, wanting more, but unable to catch my breath.

“I’m dizzy,” I said. My body was ablaze, but my fragile state couldn’t handle what I craved.

He swallowed, swiping a finger over my bottom lip, then kissed me lightly where his finger had been.

“It was too much,” he whispered.

My mouth opened in a big yawn and I sank into the pillow. “I wanna go night night.”

“Rest, sweet girl.”

I put my hand out and he took it. The kiss had taken me to another world. A place that was real and not part of our game.

Our hands held tight, and I slowly released his fingers one by one, but when I got to his ring finger, warm metal passed under my fingertip, and I crashed back to reality.

“Thanks for the lesson,” I said, throwing a wall between me and the kiss, protecting the ache in my chest. It was a reminder—to me—that this wasn’t real. “We can mark kissing off the syllabus.”

Jackson dropped my hand and the darkness closed in, dragging me off into oblivion.

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