Page 69 of Puck and Prejudice

“Shhh… beautiful. We don’t want to get caught just yet.”

I should question why he saidjust yet, but I’m too focused on riding the orgasm. After a moment, he pulls his fingers from my pussy and pinches my chin to turn my face to his. Then he claims my mouth again. It’s crazy how his kiss makes me delirious and craving more.

But I’m done letting him take charge. I pivot in his arms and finally reach for his pants. “I think it’s time for your cock to come out and play.”

“Is that so?”

“Yep.” I open his fly and free his dick from his underwear, then curl my fingers around his very thick girth.

He runs one hand through my hair, then grabs a chunk of it and pulls my face to his. This isn’t a kiss, it’s a branding of tongue and teeth. The question is, who’s branding whom?

“Fuck, I need to be inside you, Izzie,” he murmurs against my lips.

“We’re on the same page then.”

He steps back and shoves a hand in his back pocket, then produces a condom wrapper. “Do me the honor?”

I smirk and take the packet from him. “Sure.”

He steps into my space again, cupping my face. “I like your hands on me.”

My heart seems to skip a beat. “I like your hands on me too.”

I tear open the wrapper, then roll the condom down his erection. No sooner is the task done than Jackson lifts me off the floor, and I spread my legs and wrap them around his hips. He slides home before I can sayfuck me, and then that’s what he does.

I forget that my back is now pressed against the bookshelf, or that anyone could walk in on us. All that matters is Jackson, pounding into me. He’s not taking it slow, and that’s exactly what I want—what Ineedfrom him. This is the culmination of the tension that’s been building between us since the first time we met.

Jackson’s mouth is on my neck when I climax again. “Yes, yes, oh don’t stop.”

“I don’t want to stop, sweetheart.” He kisses me hard and fast, then he shudders and groans, “Fuck!”

He moves faster, rattling the bookshelf behind me. Something falls to the floor and shatters, but the noise is muffled thanks to the pounding of my pulse in my ears.

After one final jerky thrust, Jackson stops moving and hides his face in the crook of my neck. I sag against him, closing my eyes because the room is spinning.

He leans back and kisses my cheek. “Are you okay?”

I look into his eyes. “I’m more than okay.”

He rewards me with a crooked grin. “This is by far the best celly ever.”

My heart soars, but now that the lust fog is dispersing, the reality of our situation comes crashing in, dampening my post-orgasm bliss. I know exactly what this new feeling inside my chest is, and I’m terrified that it’s only one-sided.

“We should get back to the party before they notice our absence.”

No sooner do I say that than the door opens, and Caroline’s voice shatters our moment, “Jacks, are you—oh.”

Without looking at her, he replies, “I’ll be out in a moment, Carol.”

I can’t see her face because Jackson is blocking the view, but I can imagine. Of all the people to catch us, it had to be the woman with the biggest crush on Jackson. Fuck. Me.

ChapterTwenty-Nine

JACKSON

Getting caught by Caroline wasn’t ideal, but I don’t regret coming after Izzie. Being with her was exactly what I needed, and I want more. I hope we’re not on opposite sides.

“I’m sorry about that.” I pull out of her before we have a leakage accident.

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