As Hot as It Gets
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Without breaking eye contact, Jackson reached into his pocket and withdrew his phone. His long fingers moved over the screen even as his gaze stayed locked with hers.
A second later, her own phone buzzed.
Sucking in a breath, Mia wrenched her eyes away and took out her cell.
The message on the screen was tremendously succinct.
Give your brother the OK to chill with his GF so we can be alone. I want your pu**y tonight.
As if on cue, her sex began to throb and a drop of desire dampened her panties. Which was clearly Jackson’s intent, because when she lifted her head, he was smirking at her.
And then, the tease of a man had the gall to lick his lips, revealing the talented tongue that had already given her countless orgasms.
Oh God.
She couldn’t wait to get home.
Since they’d taken separate cars and Jackson still had to drop Dylan off, Mia reached her apartment first. She sprinted up the stairs and hurried inside, where she promptly removed every last stitch of clothing. Jackson hadn’t told her to, hadn’t demanded a single thing of her when they’d kissed goodbye in the parking lot, but she knew he would appreciate her taking the initiative.
She was about to get comfy on the bed when another idea occurred to her. Grinning to herself, she went to the dresser, opened the top drawer and rummaged around for the Victoria’s Secret bag she’d stashed in there more than a year ago. She wasn’t much of a lingerie wearer, but Jackson made her feel so damn sexy she suddenly had the urge to look the part.
She finally found the bag and dumped its indecent contents on the bed. Putting on the black lace merry widow and matching thong was easy. So was rolling the sheer black stockings up her legs. But she spent an obscene amount of time trying to figure out how to hook the tops of the stockings to the straps hanging from the merry widow.
She’d just snapped everything into place when she heard the front door creak open.
No footsteps echoed in the hall. There was no sound at all, in fact, and yet a moment later, Jackson entered the bedroom.
Jeez, the man moved like a ghost. He’d appeared without warning, and his brown eyes grew heavy-lidded when he noticed her outfit.
But he didn’t comment on it. Didn’t utter a compliment. What he did was cross his arms over his red-and-black plaid shirt and make a tsking noise with his tongue.
“You were a bad girl tonight, sugar. Real bad.”
She blinked in surprise. “I was? Why?”
His gaze rested on her cle**age before returning to her face. “Well, let’s see,” he drawled, ticking off each transgression with his fingers. “One, you didn’t sit next to me at the game. Two, you didn’t say a dang word to me all night. And three, you were checkin’ out Dylan when you thought nobody was lookin’.”
Mia frowned, slightly taken aback. “Are you actually mad about those things?”
“Naah, not at all.” He shot her an evil grin. “I just needed to come up with somethin’ to punish you for, and those reasons seemed as good as any.”
Her pulse kicked up a notch. Punish her?
With methodical strides, he crossed the room and sat at the foot of the bed. “You’re gonna do two things for me.”
“Which are?”
“First, you’re gonna unlock that secret drawer of yours and get your nine-inch boyfriend.” He arched a brow, waited, and when she didn’t challenge him, he went on. “And then you’re gonna drape your sweet body over my lap and not speak unless spoken to. Understand?”
Heat engulfed her body. Oh sweet Lord. What the hell did he have in store for her tonight?
And why wasn’t she the least bit concerned by it?
Heart pounding, she walked over to the nightstand and grabbed the little silver key from the basket in the top drawer. Then she sank to her knees to unlock the bottom one, her fingers trembling as she pulled out the bright pink dildo. She’d never shown the sex toy to a man before, but she gave it to Jackson without a single complaint. Willingly. Shivering with anticipation as the naughty toy exchanged hands.
When he patted his jean-clad thighs, she swallowed, tried to bring some moisture to her arid mouth, then climbed onto his lap. He positioned her so that her knees and elbows rested on the bed, while her br**sts were crushed against his thighs and her ass jutted out in the air.
Mia was so turned on she could hardly breathe. The lacy fabric of the merry widow scraped her bare br**sts and teased her puckered ni**les, and her thong was already soaked from her excitement.
“W-what are you going to do?” she murmured.
His sharp voice reprimanded her. “I said no talkin’, sugar. That’s two extra smacks right there.”
“Smacks?” she couldn’t help but echo.
“And lookey here, that’s three more.”
She craned her head to look at him. “Out of curiosity, how many ‘smacks’ did I start with?”
“Ten.” He smiled pleasantly. “But that question just cost you five more, so we’re at twenty now.”
She gulped.
Jackson’s hand was warm as he glided it over her bottom and toyed with the dental-floss strap of fabric nestled between her cheeks. His touch was so gentle she relaxed beneath it, but just as the tension left her body, his hand disappeared, then came down to slap her ass.
She jerked. Opened her mouth to protest, but then she remembered the no-talking rule.
His pleased chuckle hung in the air. “That’s a good girl. You’re gonna stay nice and quiet until I say otherwise.”