Page 50 of Inevitable Love
Pleasure floods my system. I want nothing more than to steal him away and convince him to stay. We need more time to work through the Alice issue. More time to explore what this could turn into. It’s more than friends with benefits for me. This connection between us, feelings soul deep. Like he’s my person, the one who sees all my ugly inside thoughts and still comes back for more. Still accepts me as I am and encourages me to be my best self. There’s no judgment, no pushing me to be something I’m not.
Is this love? Or what love is supposed to be? The way he looks at me makes me think he feels it too, but I know him. He’s never mentioned being in love with anyone oranything other than chasing his next goal. Finding his next thrill rush.
And that’s why I have to let him go. If Jackson has taught me anything, it’s that I am worthy and deserving of someone who will stand by my side. I just wish it would be him.
Instead of voicing those thoughts, I fall into the now familiar pattern of distracting myself with his body, so I reach behind me and grip his length. He’s hard, growing harder as I leverage the smooth material of his dress pants and stroke him.
“Jesus,” he groans. The hand at my waist flexes, and then he spins me around, devouring my mouth the moment I face him. I love kissing this man. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt with anyone before him. A connection that makes me weak in the knees and instantly ready to take him.
“Ah, fuck. Baby, stop or I’m gonna make a mess of you before the night even gets started.” He drags my hand away from his hard cock and pins it against the wall over my head. But he doesn’t stop kissing me, and I have two hands and a willing mouth. I want him feral for me. He’s leaving tomorrow, and I’m making tonight be about what I want.
I resume stroking him with my free hand. The low rumble that rises from his chest tells me everything I need to know. He’s in this with me. He’s not going to stop me.
My fingers dip into the waistband of his pants, barely grazing the tip of his cock, eliciting a hiss. I smother the sound with a kiss, then remind him, “You have to be quiet. Can you do that?”
His molten gaze searches my face. “Mags…”
I stop him with a finger to his lips and shush him silently. A thrill runs through me as I sink to my knees andmake quick work of undoing his belt, freeing him, and sliding his thick, hot erection into my mouth.
I look up the length of his body. He’s got one elbow braced on the wall over me and his shirt pulled out of the way so he can watch me. I smile with my eyes as I flutter my tongue against the sensitive underside of his cock. He sucks in a breath and bites his fist.
Footsteps sound outside in the hallway, and in the blink of an eye, Jackson pulls me off his dick and lifts me. He’s barely got himself tucked away, with his back to the door, when a shadow passes the open doorway and one of the catering staff steps inside.
“This where we leave our personal stuff?”
I note the time. She’s late, according to Alice’s schedule. “Yep. Then go check in. Stations have already been assigned.”
Jackson shuffles up behind me, leaning low and whispering in my ear, “Rain check.”
I bite my lower lip to stop the smile. But I’m pretty sure there’s a twinkle in my eye when I wink at him as he turns back like he’s taking one last look at me. “Deal.”
Chapter Twenty
Maggie
Ipoke my head out into the hallway and see that it’s clear of Alice before stepping out. Jackson is hot on my heels and apparently not as concerned with his sister. Or maybe I’m just hyperaware, because I stutter-step when his pinky finger wraps around mine as he steps beside me. I give him a side-eye, but he just shrugs.
“We’ve only got hours together, Mags. Let me have this.”
Let him have this. The resentment that statement provokes is real, hot, and ugly. And I know I probably shouldn’t feel it, because I’ve been a willing participant in this non-relationship. But dammit. I’d like to be the choice. I’d like to be first on someone’s priority list.
That could be selfish. Or it could be me finally realizing my worth. I’ve been claiming to be this self-professed badass girlie who promotes her own worth and values her mental health. But maybe I’m lying. Maybe I’ve been lying to myself this whole time.
“I’ve been trying to ignore that, thank you very much.”
“I know. But I’ll be out of your hair and outta your mind in no time.”
Stupid, foolish man. He clearly can’t read me as well as he claims if he thinks his leaving isn’t going to destroy me. And the fact that it’s not going to destroy him makes me feel like the biggest fool who ever lived. But I wanted this. Even knowing his leaving was a possibility.
When we enter the banquet area, Alice is across the room, keeping a watchful eye on the proceedings. A feminine laugh I’d recognize anywhere flitters across the low hum of the crowd. It’s not that it’s loud or obnoxious, because Savannah would never be either of those. It’s just fake and manufactured and sounds so much like my mother’s fake laugh that it brings me to a full stop.
Jackson turns to me, eyebrows raised, asking if I’m okay.
I tilt my head in Savannah’s direction. “My sister.”
He whips his head around, and I yank his arm. “Don’t be so obvious. Jeez.”
But it’s too late. His superhero good looks have caught her eye, and she immediately excuses herself from the crowd of men she’s been chatting with and heads our direction.
