Page 68 of Octane

Me: So are you telling me that I’m not the only girl you’ve used that line on before?

I control my features as much as possible so he can’t see me smile. I know he’s joking, and so am I. I love the flirtatious nature that our conversations have blossomed into.

Jackson Powell:No, but you are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever used it on.

Damn it. He made me smile again.

Jackson Powell: I love that.

Me: Love what?

Jackson Powell: Seeing you smile.

I chance another look at him, but I try to play it off by taking a drink of my vodka soda.

Me: You’re making me blush.

Still looking at the screen of my phone, I grab my drink again and take another sip.

Jackson Powell: And you’re making me hard.

I choke on my drink and end up spitting a little bit of it out. Looking around, I don’t think anyone saw me. But when I look at Jackson again, he’s caught up in a fit of laughter.

Me: Oh, you think that’s funny, do you?

Jackson Powell: A little bit.

Me: I bet you won’t think it’s funny when I go upstairs alone tonight. Maybe I’ll run myself a hot bath. Or maybe I’ll order some porn and enjoy a little “me” time.

This time, Jackson is the one who spits his drink out. I bite my bottom lip to try and keep myself from laughing too hard. Until his eyes meet mine again. The fun and laughter are gone from them, and instead, there is nothing but unbridled lust.

Jackson Powell: My room. Now. If anyone is going to be touching you tonight, it’s going to be me.

I swallow as his words set a fire rolling deep inside of me.

Me: We can’t leave at the same time. How will that look?

Jackson looks around the bar for a second before responding.

Jackson Powell: I’ll go first. But, Sawyer, if you’re not in my room in five minutes, I’m going to come back down here and drag your sexy ass upstairs. I don’t care who sees.

Heat spreads through me, even hotter than before.

Me: I’ll be there.

Four minutes after Jackson has said his goodbyes to the rest of the team, I pay my own tab and sneak out of the bar. Riding up in the elevator, I rub my thighs together, anxious to get some relief for my aching clit. My knuckles have barely connected to his door before he tears it open and pulls me into his room. Shutting the door behind me, he crushes his body to mine. A moan escapes my lips as my body cries out for his touch.

Jackson has a dangerous power over me, but it’s one that I willingly give to him. Lowering himself to his knees, he pushes the tight, leather mini skirt that I’m wearing up to my waist then tears my panties from me. In one motion, he grabs my legs and pulls them over his shoulders so I am sitting on him with my back against the door and my legs wrapped around his neck.

With one arm snaked around my back to keep me in place, Jackson holds his face firmly at my core. His tongue connects with my clit as he forces another pleasurable moan from my lips. My arms fly up, trying to grab a hold of the doorframe to keep myself from falling over.

“Oh, fuck. Jackson,” I moan

“Mmm,” he moans as he sucks my clit, the vibrations adding additional pleasure to what he’s already giving me.

His fingers enter me then, and coupled with his relentless sucking, my moans grow even louder.

“Oh, God. Jackson, I’m so close.”

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