Page 81 of Pick Me

I glowered at him. “Then why’d you let me squander through your heap of a mess you call a closet?”

He shrugged, smiling sheepishly. “You were bending down, and it was giving me a fine view of your heart-shaped ass. Why would I stop it?”

I rolled my eyes before walking to the other side of the room and opening the top drawer of his dresser, then gasped when I saw his underwear were neatly folded like pocket squares and color coordinated.

“You find something you like?” he asked with amusement.

“Did you do this?” I brushed my fingers across the fabric, taking it all in.

“Have you got an issue with my underwear drawer?”

“It’s just so clean.”

“My clothes are clean; they’re just a pile of mess because usually I’ve been playing video games for hours and I shuck them off and stuff them in my closet. I take better care of my boxers because I need to make sure I have a fresh pair every day.”

It made no sense, but frankly, I didn’t want to spend the rest of the day arguing over Jackson’s weird habits. So I searched the next drawer, happy that his ties were folded next to his socks, then pulled out two and made my way back to him.

Jackson grinned, watching me with his painfully large erection. When I got back to the bed, I straddled him and tied his wrists to the metal headboard.

As I leaned over him, he took one of my breasts into his mouth. “Jackson,” I moaned, trying not to encourage him, but damn, his tongue did things to me.

I tied his other wrist then moved off the bed.

“Why do I like this?” he asked, seemingly more to himself than me.

“Because we’ve already established you like being a good boy,” I stated, and strolled around his room, taking it in.

He whimpered, looking over at me with those deep, puppy dog eyes of his. “What? Are you worried I’m done? Don’t worry. You’ll get yours; I’m just taking my time.”

Everything in his room was football or computer related. I touched his large leather desk chair, surprised when it lit up with all the colors of the rainbow.

“I knew you liked games, but I didn’t realize you were Matty level of obsessed with computers,” I said, taking in the three large monitors on the desk.

Jackson tracked me as I picked up his headset and put them on. I eyed him, expecting him to respond, then remembered I’d told him he wasn’t allowed to speak. After placing his headset on the desk, I grazed my fingers across the black keyboard. With each touch, the back lit up with a different color.

“This has to be one of the most distracting things possible.” I pushed another key, smiling to myself as I made a rainbow. “How do you get any work done?”

Still no response.

“You can answer my questions,” I said.

He shook his head, widening his eyes. “I’m sorry, I just got a little distracted by your naked body. What did you say?”

I leaned my ass against his black desk and raised a brow. “I asked you how you work with the keyboard and chair lighting up like that all the time?”

“Oh, that’s easy. I don’t.” He shifted in his restraints, and if it were anyone but Jackson, I might feel a little sorry for him. I didn’t, though. Jackson deserved it. He’d annoyed me for over a year. Frankly, he was getting off lightly here. “It’s a gaming computer. I only use it to game. They light up when I’m using them or sync with my game.”

“Is that why you failed out of your classes last year? Because you didn’t have anything to work on?”

“No. I failed out of classes because I was gaining thousands of followers online. My computer for college work is under my bed.”

“Thousands of followers?” I whipped my head in his direction.

“Yeah.” He smiled, a dimple denting his cheek. “People watch me play games.”

What the hell was he talking about?

“I make a little money. Nowhere near the level of Aiden kind of money. I’m a microinfluencer, after all, but it does help get me free gaming kitS since companies want me to review it.”

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