Page 100 of Just a Little White Lie

“Thank you so much…” Kiss. “For helping me with this tonight.” Kiss. Kiss. Tongue tickle. Kiss. “You arranged so much…” Kiss. “And you chipped in some of your money…” Deep, long, heart-trilling kiss. “And I seriously couldn’t have done this without you.”

His large hands trail around my back, resting lightly on my hips and feeling divine. “It’s my pleasure.” He grins against my mouth, and I welcome his tongue back in, losing my breath before jerking back and finishing what I have to say.

“Those kids deserve it, you know? They all looked so happy.” My voice wobbles a touch. I didn’t realize I was feeling so emotional about it, but this evening has done my heart in… and now all this kissing. I’m a mess.

A good, happy, hot mess.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” Jack pecks my nose, then lightly cradles my face. “You gave those guys a night to remember. They deserved it because they’ve worked so hard. And you deserve this win too. You showed them how much you care, and I don’t think those misfits get that very often. They rose to it. Even Maverick.” His eyes bulges like this is a huge surprise.

“He’s not all bad.” I rise to my tiptoes, draping my arms around his neck.

“Yeah, well, it was nice to see his good side tonight.” Jack captures my lips again, cupping the back of my head and drawing out the kiss.

I sink into it, a happy sound reverberating in my throat.

“This has been the best night,” I whisper against his lips.

He trails his fingers down my legs, then back up, taking the hem of my dress with them. I tip my head in question, and he just gives me a mischievous grin before scooping his hands under my butt and lifting me off the floor.

With my dress around my waist, I can easily wrap my legs around him and find my happy place.

His hands splay across my back, pushing me close so he can nibble his way up my throat and whisper against my ear, “It’s not over yet.”

Tendrils of desire curl through me, wisps of pleasure that expose every nerve in my body. As he carries me to his room, I know what’s coming, and I’m pretty sure I’ve never wanted anything so badly in all my life.

I love Jack Akana, and I’m going to show him just how much I do.

JACK

Waking up with Lauren in my arms is seriously the best feeling in the world. Opening my eyes and realizing she has two weeks off school is even better. She lets out a pleasantI'm waking upmoan, and I pull her a little closer so she can snuggle against me. Resting her head on my chest, she starts drawing patterns over my abs. Her finger circles around my belly button. It tickles but feels too good to tell her to stop. She starts drawing a line up to the dip between my pecs, then splays her hands over me. A warm shiver of pleasure races down my body, waking up every part of me and reminding me of the night before.

I finally got to explore every curve and angle of Lauren’s body just the way I wanted to. She’s a wonder of firm muscle and smooth skin. She made me see stars, orbit suns, and took me to the kind of heights I’ve never experienced before.

We captured sleep in small bursts of dozing before the body yearned for more, and we woke each other up with languid kisses and new explorations.

My insides are still molten lava, and I'm pretty sure hanging out in my bed for the entirety of her school break isn't a bad idea.

Too bad I have to work for some of it. I’ll just have to make the most of the time I’m not at the gym.

Lauren’s fingers go back to dancing across my skin, and finally she hits a spot I just can’t cope with.

“That tickles.” I capture her fingers and bring them to my lips, kissing each tip before rolling on top of her and giving her a proper morning greeting.

As my lips trail down her neck, she lets out a soft giggle. “I'm going to give you all day to stop doing that.”

My husky laughter hits her skin, and I press a firm kiss against her pulse. I'm pretty sure this is heaven. It's gotta be.

Until I remember that I have to work this morning.

“I’ve gotta go soon,” I reluctantly tell her.

She huffs. Or maybe it’s more of a whimper. Then she pouts, her bottom lip sticking out and rivaling any toddler within a twenty-mile radius before breaking into a coy, hopeful smile.

“A lot can be accomplished in an hour.”

A slow crocodile grin makes my lips curl. “I have to shower.”

She reaches up, kissing the tip of my chin. “I can help you with that.”

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