Page 64 of Bad Reputation

Jameson kisses my collarbone, working his way down to my cleavage. At the same time, he shifts his weight onto the bed and slides his hand up my outer thigh. “Yep. Two things. Well… three.”

“And what are those three things, exactly?”

I bite my lip as his hand continues its exploration up my skirt, toying with the hem of my panties. He pulls his head back to look at me.

“One, you’re wearing this dress, and looking like you do. If that’s not a reason, I don’t even know what would be.”

I smirk. “Yeah, all right. What else?”

“Well…” he says, reaching over to brush my hair back from my neck. He places a chaste kiss there, but his scruffy beard scrapes against my skin lightly, making me shiver. “I made an offer on the house yesterday morning… and today, I heard back.”

I sit up, suddenly alert. “Wait, you made an offer? What did they say?”

Jameson’s face splits into a grin. “They said yes. You are looking at a home owner.”

I fling my arms around his neck and hug him, smiling so hard that it practically hurts. “Oh my god! That’s amazing news!!”

“Yep. We have a standard thirty day closing period, and then I get the keys. So I’m pretty excited about that.”

“Uh,yeah,” I say, pulling back to look at him. “You’re going to be a home owner!! Congratulations!!”

He smiles a little sheepishly. “Thanks. Taking the GED, buying a house… it feels like the direction I want my life to be going.”

“I am so, so proud of you.” I beam at him. “Really, so proud. I’ll get to introduce you to people as my boyfriend AND a home owner. ‘I’m sorry, have you met my homeowning boyfriend?. He’s great.’”

“Only if I get to call you my law school girlfriend. You know, to make things even.” Jameson slips a finger under the strap of my dress, tugging it down my shoulder.

“Mmmm,” I murmur. “Wait, but isn’t there a third thing you should be celebrating? Whatever that news is, I can’t wait to hear it.”

He looks at me mischievously. “You’re going to have to wait a little while. But I promise, it will be worth it.”

The look in his eyes promises more than that. I blush, which feels utterly ridiculous after all that we’ve been through together.

“Are you sure?” I ask, linking my fingers with his. “I mean, you don’t have to wait on my account, is what I’m saying.”

He grins. “I promise, it will be worth it when I finally tell you.”

Before I can say another word, he strips my panties off of my legs and claims my mouth with his.

25

Emma

Ilean into the kiss before I am even certain what is happening. His hand cups my chin and controls my head. With my head lifted towards him, his lips are on mine. I can taste nothing but the flavor of him, clean and masculine and raw.

When his tongue slips between my lips, I let out a moan, meeting it with my own. My back arches, my chest press up against him. He explores the stretch of silky skin at my hip, and slowly moves lower, lower. He drags out every moment, an exquisite torture.

I slide his jacket off his shoulders hungrily while he grabs my thigh and drapes it across his lap, leaving me exposed. His hand travels up toward my center, kneading and squeezing my thigh as he goes.

When his fingers brush my core, he finds me already wet.

“This?” he says, his voice gone to gravel. He teases my crevice again with the lightest of touches. “This is mine.”

I can do nothing but gasp and nod.

He grins and squeezes my ass as he pulls me on top of his lap. As I straddle him, I can feel his cock between my legs, wrapped in his jeans. I’m already wet, but can’t help grinding against him. Even through his pants, I feel his heated weight, and I’m ready for him to tear off the rest of our clothes and fuck me right this second.

It’s never that easy or fast with Jameson, though. He likes to take it slow, to tease and torture me.

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