Page 206 of Wrong Pucking Jersey

Hanging the shirt on the top corner edge of his opened trunk door, he rolls his shoulders and cracks his neck, the sight making me swallow rather loudly while my tongue trails my bottom lip.

My eyes take in the chiseled masterpiece of his chest and perfect abs. What steals my breath is his pierced nipples—my mouth already salivating at the idea of flicking and sucking their sensitive bits.

“You look so fucking hot when you’re admiring me, Mickey,” Ace’s voice is so raw and deep, it sends shivers down my spine, straight to my core that grows hot with need. Biting my bottom lip does nothing to tame the wild emotions running through me.

I know how risky this is. Yet there’s a bubbling spike of thrilling adrenaline that wants me to see how far we can go with this.

How far can we test this until we’re potentially caught?

“Do I?” I finally answer and scoot back enough to lift my legs and cross them.

He knows what I’m doing.

How I’m trying to stop him from pursuing what I’m rather confident we both want. Those eyes of determination are the same ones I saw when he was ready to beat Ace in that race, so Jayce had no choice but to apologize to me.

He’s going to win and claim his prize yet again.

“Are you trying to stop me from getting what I want, Mickey?” he asks and doesn’t hesitate to lay his hands on my thighs before I can scoot even further back into the Jeep.

“Maybe,” I state with a slight shrug. “I don’t know what you’re trying to get.”

“Didn’t know my Mickey was a cheeky liar,” he growls and leans in to trail his lips along the side of my neck. His touch makes me arch my back, and his exaggerated inhale confirms he likes my choice of perfume. “Fuck, you always smell so damn good. You do it on purpose.”

“Puck,” I correct him. “And maybe I do that on purpose. Depends on whether I want to drive you crazy or not.”

“That’s not nice, Sweetheart,” he mutters and sucks my neck, igniting a gasp out of me. “Makes it so damn hard to resist you.”

“R-Really?” I whimper when he nibbles my flesh while further gripping my thighs. My pussy is pulsing with heat, just thinking of what we could do here.

Right now…

“This dress had to look so fucking good on you,” he mutters against my flesh, laying kisses as he compliments me. “Taunting any man who looks your way. Then the damn wind will pass and lift it up just slightly, enough to see your cheeky ass. Like a paid fucking actor.”

“Nature was upset she didn’t get a leading role,” I joke and love how his low chuckle further heightens my sexual desires.

“I should have offered a raise,” he mumbles between kisses.

I can’t fight him when his hands work on moving the material of my dress farther up my crossed legs until he’s gathered the fabric at the side of my ribs, just below my breast.

“But then I can’t let everyone see how cheeky your round ass is, Sweetheart, or I’ll get fucking jealous.”

“Will you?” I’m poking a bear with my next question, but I wanna know. “Is that why you confronted Jayce?”

“Trust me, Mickey,” he begins, and his tongue is next to trail up the side of my neck before his teeth lightly tug my earlobe. “If I really had my way, I would have beat him up for daring to stare at you longer than ten seconds.”

“He wasn’t checking me out,” I try to defend.

Suddenly I’m on my back, and Ace is hovering above me.

My heart skips a few beats, my eyes trailing up from his waist back to his hooded eyes that don’t hide his possessive nature. The shadows of the trunk only contribute to how hauntingly handsome he looks in the dim light.

“If that man had a single chance to have his way with you, Mickey, he’d take it without a second of doubt.” Ace’s voice is almost unrecognizable. So manly and filled with a sense of authority that it makes me want to do anything he orders me to.

“You don’t like the idea of him touching me?” Now it’s my own ears that struggle to recognize my sweet tone.

“He doesn’t fucking deserve you,” Ace growls. “You know damn well who I approve of.”

“Do I?” I want him to say it, to hear it from his very lips. “I must not recall.”

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