Page 42 of Rules of Engagement

Jorja

I squint in the sunlight and shield my eyes with my hand as we step out of the building onto the sidewalk. Jocko takes my hand and steps off the curb, jaywalking across the street. His strides are long, so I tippy-toe run in my heels to keep up.

“Where did you park?”

He points, “Across the block.”

“I can give you a lift over if you like.”

“Not necessary.”

But on the other side of the street, he turns toward my car.

“Jocko, are you going to walk me to my car?”

“Yes.”

“Why?” I laugh. “For my safety?” I poke fun at him.

“No, for my sanity.”

When we arrive, he spins me around and pushes me up against it. My heart drops to my feet and lights that spark only he seems to be able to ignite.

He sets my satchel on the hood, then takes the flowers from my hand and throws them on top. Then his lips descend to mine as his hands feel their way around my hips to my ass.

I suck a deep breath of his essence as my body instantly submits to his desire. His lips crush mine as his hands grab a handful of my butt cheeks, and he lifts me off my heels. He wedges a knee between my legs, forcing them open. My tight skirt slides up my stockinged thighs as they spread for him. He sets me on the hood of the car and kisses the fuckity fuck out of my mouth, leaving no doubt to anyone, especially me, what his intentions are.

I slide my arms around his neck and make sure that everyone, from Jocko to my coworkers staring out the window, knows what my intentions are.

When he finally lets me go, he stares into my dazed eyes. I am a hot mess, and he is too.

“My God, Jocko.”

“I warned you I would be brazen the next time I kissed you.”

I bite my bottom lip. “Yes, you did, but….”

“But … you don’t want me kissing you?”

“I did not say that.”

“Then what are you saying?” His lips peck mine and the world spins again.

My voice is husky and breathy. “I am ready to feed you.”

He picks my ass up and slides my hot mess down his hard body, then sets me on my feet. Stabilizes my weak knees. Grabs the flowers and my satchel, then pecks my lips again. Takes my hand. Sucks his lips, “Psst.” And leads the way.

I blindly follow, not knowing where he is taking me and not caring because I will follow him to the ends of the earth.

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When we round the corner at The Cottage, Sunnyville’s bed and breakfast, butterflies hit me. I know I’m ready, but I’m still nervous. He doesn’t look at me as he unlocks the door. Holding my hand, he allows Lucifer to enter first, then we walk into the suite.

He tells Lucifer, “Crate up.” And the K9 trots into the small bedroom. Jocko sets my satchel and the flowers down on a small table then takes me into his arms.

Without saying a word, his expression says everything. The longing and desire a clear and present danger to my virginity. “Jocko, I've never….” I let my words fade away.

His expression changes when my meaning registers. His look grows so intense, it takes my breath away. He cups my face between his hands, strokes it with his thumbs, and stares into my eyes. The love I see looking back at me stuns me. There's no longer any doubt in my mind how Jocko feels about me.

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