Page 37 of All Jacked Up

Time to go home, Ransom.

I started for the door when my gaze caught on a notebook on the counter. She’d been writing in it. The page was filled, and a pen lay on top of it. Curious, I went over to see what it was.

•Have her lose her job.

•Maybe change his eye color. He’s already too similar to Draven. Don’t describe Ransom. Just use him as inspiration.

I reread that part. She was using me as inspiration? Wait … had she described me in the other books? The reader at the bar had thought I looked like the Draven character.

•Find new positions. Look up some videos to get ideas.

•Add oral sex scene to the beginning. Maybe she walks in on it or hears it.

Fucking hell. Was her romance dirty shit?

Looking back over to the bookshelf in the living room, where I’d seen many books with her name on them, I walked over to it. Slipping out one of the copies she had the most of, I flipped it over to read the back.

Looked like I had some reading to do on the flight home.

“Tell me this is mine,” I demanded, needing to ease this possessive monster clawing inside my chest.

“It’s yours. You know that,” she panted.

That wasn’t enough.

“Say,This pussy is yours, Draven,” I demanded.

She licked her lips. “This p-p-pussy is yours, Draven.”

Her eyes fluttered as I began to move my finger through her now-wet folds.

“That feel good, baby?” I asked, giving her clit attention with my thumb.

“Y-y-yes,” she breathed.

“You’re gonna come on my hand like a good girl so I can lick your sweet juices off,” I said in her ear before kissing her neck, then moving to her mouth.

She leaned into me, moaning. I loved the way she tasted. Her lips had become another one of my addictions. She flicked her tongue against mine as she rode my hand. This was never going to get old. I’d thought it had to. It always had. But she seemed to exclusively have the ability to drive me wild with lust over and over again.

“Come for me, baby,” I said against her mouth.

She rocked harder on my hand and panted into my mouth, “I am! I am!”

I held on to her while she jerked and shook in my arms.

“Ahhhhh,” she cried out, throwing her head back.

I had done that to her. Me. I was the one who made her feel this. No one else.

“Damn,” I muttered to myself as I unzipped my jeans with my free hand.

I hadn’t been aware women read shit like this. My cock was fucking throbbing. I started to reread that scene while stroking myself this time, but stopped when something hit me.

Who the fuck had inspired this? I might be the man she’d described in the book, but since we’d never so much as kissed, then who had taught her this shit? My dick started to soften at the thought. Clenching my teeth, I let go of it and slammed the book closed, then tossed it on the seat beside me. It wasn’t like I’d not been aware she had a sex life, but I hadn’t considered the men she slept with. What they said to her. Which ones she fantasized about when she got herself off.

The sound of the wheels being let down meant we were about to land. The sun had already come up, but it was still early. I had plenty of time to get the shipment signed off on. I reached for my phone and pulled up our text thread. I hadn’t responded yesterday to her last text because I decided I was going to see her.

I stared down at it for several minutes, trying to decide if I wanted to ask this question or not. Would I need to kill some bastard if I had a name? Was I that messed up in the head where she was concerned? Deciding that, yes, she had made me a psycho, I did something I’d never done before. I tapped Call.

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