Page 29 of Knight

“The lady said she’s here with someone else.” I see a fuming Jackson standing over the man.

“Fuck off Knight. She’s too hot for you. I think she needs a real man.”

Jackson practically growls. “I won’t ask you again, Clarrett. Get the fuck away from her. In fact. Never come near her or speak to her ever again.”

Jackson definitely knows and doesn’t like this guy. He turns to me and calmly says, “Sweetpea, would it be okay if Mr. Clarrett here never spoke with you again?”

“I’d be A okay with that,honeybuns.” Jackson smirks at the equally silly term of endearment.

Bryan needs to get the last word. “You don’t know what you’re missing.” He crudely grabs himself. “What I could do for you. To you.” Who is this jerk? What adult acts this way?

I smile and slowly stand up, putting my arm around Jackson, snuggling into him. “Well Mr. Clarrett, I’ve got top-quality prime rib right here.” I pull Jackson down for a searing kiss. “I’m not sure what would ever make you think I’d be okay downgrading to chicken McNuggets. Jackson,honeybuns, come dance with me.”

Jackson and I both smile as we leave hand in hand, and head out to the dance floor. I hear Bryan calling me a bitch, but that just makes my smile grow even more.

We get to the dance floor and wrap ourselves around one another. Jackson smiles down at me. “Chicken McNuggets? Top-quality prime rib, huh?”

“You bet. Grade A.” I give his butt a little squeeze.

He puts his hands on my face and pulls me into a kiss. The kiss starts off sweet and tender, but turns heated quickly.

We’re completely in the moment and forget where we are. We’re really going at it. His hands move to my ass and pull me in tight to his rock-solid erection.

I start grabbing his hair, seconds away from mounting him, when I feel another hard elbow to my side. I pull from the kiss and see Cassandra standing there.

“Will you two quit it? It’s like a porno out here. I’m normally all for it, but we’re at a classy event and this shit doesn’t fly.”

Oh crap. I totally lost myself. So did Jackson. I hope we didn’t have an audience. I take a quick peek around. It looks like we may have a few observers. Whoops. When Cassandra is the one telling you to chill out, you know it’s bad.

We break away from each other and I tell Jackson that I’m going to the bathroom. I need to cool off.

Cassandra comes with me. She grabs my arm. “Fuck, that was hot. Any chance I can watch you guys later?”

“No, Cass, you cannot watch me have sex with Jackson later.”

“I basically just did. And it was smoking. Will you film it?” I give her a death stare and she laughs.

We get to the bathroom and I splash some cold water on my face. What is it about this guy? I lose my mind when I’m with him. “Dare, in thirty years of friendship, I’ve never seen you like this.”

“What do you mean? Scott and I were always hot for each other.”

“Yes, maybe in more private settings. Never all consuming, don’t realize where you are, PDA like what I just witnessed.”

Is that true? I guess it is. Scott didn’t really like PDA. He’d hold my hand, hold his arm around me, or maybe even a few quick kisses, but never anything like what Jackson and I just did. I don’t know what to make of it.

Cassandra makes eye contact with me in the mirror. “I can see your wheels spinning. Don’t overthink this. Just enjoy it. Just do so a little more privately. You two arefiretogether. You’re going to go home and fuck a horse-cocked supermodel tonight. Be in the moment and be thankful.”

I take a long breath. “You’re right. I know you are. I’m going to let myself have some fun. Jackson and I definitely have amazing chemistry.”

“That’s the understatement of the year. Holy shit.”

We walk out of the bathroom and Jackson is standing there with my purse. “I’m sorry if I embarrassed you, Darian. I’m just so attracted to you. I lose control around you.”

He runs his hands through his hair. Cassandra disappears down the hallway, not needing to be here for this conversation. “In all honesty, I want you all the time. I can’t stop thinking about it.”

I grab his hands. “It’s fine Jackson. I lost control too. We’re both responsible.” He brings my hand up to his mouth and kisses it. One finger at a time. I look up at him. He takes my breath away.

“I want you too, Jackson.” I press my hands and my chest into his chest and whisper into his ear, “Right now.” I grab his bottom lip into my mouth and suck it hard. When I pull my mouth away from his, his eyes pop open, and he pulls out his phone and types out a text.

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