Page 108 of Hot for the Jerk

“Is it wrong that I actuallydowant you to keep the dress and wig on?”

“We’re consenting adults.Nothing’swrong.Though,” his gaze turned wily, “it does give me insight into more of your kinks.”He nipped at my lip just as the blond braid fell over his shoulder and onto my face.

Chuckling, I batted it away and looped my arms around his neck.“I think my kink is just you, Jagger McEvoy.”

With a growl, he dove under the covers and removed my shorts and underwear with surprising finesse.Shouldering my thighs apart, he pressed his nose to my pubic hair and inhaled before reaching up and pulling the covers away so I could see him.“While we’re on the topic of kinks.”He winked, then dove in nearly up to his ears, making my hips leap off the bed.

He spent a considerable amount of time down there, getting me close, then backing off.I was informed earlier this week that this was called “edging” and while the outcome of edging was very much appreciated, the journey of it was frustrating as fuck.Just when I thought I was going to have a chit-chat with God, maybe meet some angels, Jagger would scale back his talent until I tumbled down the mountain a little.

I growled in frustration after the fifth time he nearly got me there, then backed off, and reached beneath the covers to yank on his hair.“I know what you’re doing,” I said, slightly out of breath, and smiling like a turned-on idiot when I saw him with the blond Elsa wig still on.

“Yeah, I’m edging you.What’s the matter?”He cocked his head and dipped one brow in confusion.

Ugh!Why was hethatfreaking hot?It had to be illegal.Next time I saw Myla, I’d have to ask her if Jagger’s level of hotness was illegal or not.She’d probably tell me it was, then I’d ask if I could frisk him and handcuff him.

“Flip over,” he said, not bothering to wait for me to do it myself and rolling me over on his own.“Stick your ass in the air.”

“Why?”

“’Cause I’m gonna lick it.”

“What?Uh, no.”I tried to roll back to my back, but his hands on my calves stopped me.

“Raina, stop.”

“You’re not licking my butt, Jagger.No.”

“Why?”

“Because.”

“Because you don’t want me to?Because you think it’s gross?Because you are self-conscious about something?Why?”

“Because … you don’t have to do that.”

“I know I don’t,” he said, still giving me a look like I was crazy.“But I want to.I think you’ll enjoy it, and I know I’ll enjoy doing it.”

Has he steered you wrong yet?

That was undoubtably my vagina talking.She needed to shut the fuck up.He wasn’t even talking about licking her.So why the hell was she weighing in?

“You just had a shower.You’re clean, and I’m turned on by it.I happen to think you’ll enjoy it.If you don’t, if you want me to stop, just say so and I’ll never bring it up again.”

I was still craning my neck over my shoulder to look at him and I must have made a face because he climbed up toward the pillows so I didn’t have to turn my neck so hard.

“What’s the matter now, Elsa?”

“Well … if it’snotsomething I want to do again, is that going to become a problem between us?Is it something you’re going to miss and wind up resenting me over?”

“Stop overthinking things.No, and no.You need to give me a bit more credit, Raina.Seriously.”

He wasn’t wrong about that.I was still so new at this sex for enjoyment thing, and at healthy relationships in general.My view of men was so skewed, and I was so jaded.I needed to stop painting all of them with the same misogynistic brush.Just because my father, brothers, and dead husband were a repulsive, nauseating shade of shit-brown, didn’t mean all men were.Jagger certainly wasn’t.His shade was the most beautiful hue of feminist, generous-lover blue.Like his eyes.Fathomless.Mysterious.But also, somehow safe.

“I’m sorry,” I murmured.

“It’s fine.Now, can I please lick your ass?If you don’t like it, just say so, and we’ll move on.”

It was so weird giving him permission to perform such an intimate, taboo act on me.Yet, at the same time, also liberating and exhilarating.

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