Page 80 of Pick Me

“Mine too.”

I laughed a little. “Why?”

He shrugged, trying his best not to look affected as I removed my bra. My nipples peaked, and although his eyes were fixated on that, he was still able to answer my question.

“Why not? Everything that’s beautiful lives under a yellow sun. It’s a vibrant color, full of life and optimistic energy.”

“Profound,” I mocked.

“Why do you like yellow?”

“Because it’s a pretty color.”

“So we have something in common.”

“I guess so.”

He leaned back on his hands, looking at me almost drunkenly as I walked back to him in just the underwear he’d pushed to the side earlier.

“You look so fucking gorgeous right now.”

It was a small offhanded comment, but it suddenly made me realize how starved for compliments I actually was. No one had ever called me pretty. Not even the guys I dated early in high school. Or if they did, I didn’t hear it. I was too busy hating myself.

Here, with Jackson and his eyes roaming my body, I felt the compliment deep in my core. It didn’t matter I wasn’t stick thin like Aster or had a face as beautiful as Britt’s; I had a man I loved looking at me like he loved me back.

I drew in my breath, those thoughts shocking me, so I’d keep them to myself for now.

Jackson’s breathing was ragged, his cock straining and red as he pined for me. He wanted me to touch him, for him to be able to touch himself, that was for sure. I wasn’t going to let him have that, though. I was enjoying the power a little too much.

“Are you, uh, going to remove those?” He tipped his chin to my black undies, and I thought I’d be nice and listen to him. I shimmied my hips, taking off the thong, then flicked it toward his face.

His eyes lit up as he grabbed the fabric midair. “These are mine now.”

“Restyour back against the headboard,” I said.

When he was comfortably in place, I walked over to the edge of the bed and crawled toward him. Hovering over his body, I kissed him long and slow before sitting right on top of his erection.

He moaned into the kiss, and I felt the whisper of his hands across my skin, which I quickly batted away.

“I’m going to have to tie you up if you keep misbehaving.”

That was when his eyes flickered with something other than burning heat for me… Challenge.

Without another word, he placed his hand squarely on my ass cheek, doing his best to hold back a smile.

“I’ve been a bad boy. What are you going to do now?”

I pushed him off, then jumped off the bed, making my way over to the closet to find something to help with his punishment.

“What are you looking for, P?”

“A tie,” I answered, tossing incorrectly hung clothes out of my way. There was so much stuff in here I was genuinely concerned I’d find a rat underneath it all.

Thankfully, I didn’t, but by the time I got to the bottom, I was disappointed there wasn’t a single tie in sight.

“Do you seriously not own a tie?” I asked from over my shoulder. “Don’t you have fancy dinners to go to with the football team?”

“Oh, I do. The dean’s dinner is coming up. Check my underwear drawer. You should find what you’re looking for.”

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