As Hot as It Gets
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Jackson joined her on the bed. “And then your father came back?” he guessed.
She nodded. “He waltzed into our lives completely out of the blue. Mom was overjoyed. She hopped right back into bed with him, cheating on her latest husband, but of course, her happiness didn’t last.” Bitterness burned Mia’s throat. “My father didn’t say a single word to me in the four days he stayed with us. He just slept with my mom, stole some cash and ran off again.”
“Ah, sugar, I’m sorry.” Sympathy hung from Jackson’s voice.
“Nothing to be sorry about. The man was a total loser—I’m lucky he’s not part of my life.” She shrugged. “But yeah, Mom got pregnant during their four-day f**kfest, and nine months later, Danny was born.”
Mia scooted closer and kissed his cheek. “Okay, we’re done talking now. I still have some apologizing to do.”
“You already apologized,” he protested.
“Yeah, but only with words. Now it’s time to apologize with actions.”
His mouth curved impishly. “I like the way your mind works.”
“Thought you would. Now get on your back, sugar.”
Jackson indulged her, stretching his long, glorious body on the mattress. When she reached for his wifebeater, he sat up so she could peel it off him, then sank down again and propped his muscular arms behind his head.
Her gaze ate up every square inch of his massive chest. Tight six-pack, sleek golden sinew, roped muscles—he radiated strength and masculinity, and yet when her fingertips grazed his warm male flesh, he quivered beneath her touch. Mia bent over and kissed him right between the pecs, then skimmed her tongue over one flat nipple.
She took his husky moan as the green light to continue. She explored the small brown disc with her tongue, nibbling on it with her teeth. Then she moved to his other nipple and played with that too, before kissing a path down his hard stomach, her tongue following the line of hair that arrowed into his waistband.
She cupped the bulge in his jeans, and pure feminine power surged through her when Jackson moaned again and thrust into her palm. Normally he had all the control during their encounters, but tonight he’d handed over the reins, and it was so very thrilling to have this big, strong man at her mercy.
Mia squeezed his package, hard, the way she knew he liked it, then undid his Levis and pulled them down his muscular legs. The jeans snagged on his black combat boots, so she quickly scurried to the bottom of the bed to rid him of the pesky footwear.
Once he was naked, his c**k rose up in a plea for attention, harder than granite and oozing with precome. The shards of moonlight entering the room through the cracks in the curtains caught on the silver ball bearings adorning his tip, and the piercing only served as a reminder of how dangerously wicked this man was. On the surface he was the consummate gentleman, sweet, polite, generous. But in bed he was a threat to her sanity, a demanding, greedy lover who took what he wanted, when he wanted it.
She loved that dichotomy, the delicious knowledge that she knew something about Jackson Ramsey that most people didn’t.
“You gonna stare at me all night, or am I gettin’ some action?” he said mockingly.
“I don’t know… Maybe I’ll just make you lie here and watch you squirm for a bit.”
“Naah. You’re not that evil.” His tongue swept over his lips. “Besides, you’re dyin’ to suck my dick.”
“Oh, am I?”
“Heck yeah. That’s why you can’t quit staring at it.”
She supposed she could’ve denied it, but what was the point? They both knew she wanted him in her mouth.
So she took him. Bent over, gripped his thick shaft and popped it right between her parted lips.
Jackson swore and gave an upward thrust that sent his erection all the way to the back of her throat. His potent masculine scent captured her senses, coated her tongue, and she desperately wanted to gulp him up. Suck him hard, make him come and swallow every last drop.
But she didn’t.
Nope, because she was having way too much fun teasing him. It was rare for the tables to be turned like this, which meant she had to take advantage of his powerless state and drive him absolutely nuts.
She moved her mouth over him, slowly, drawing out each stroke until he was mumbling incoherently, his fists clawing at the bedspread. When her hand found his balls and cupped the heavy sac, he tried to increase the pace, but she simply clamped her lips around his cockhead and gave it a soft bite of warning.
“Son of a bitch,” Jackson ground out.
His groan of pleasure told her he’d enjoyed the sting of her teeth against his sensitive flesh, so she did it again, gently biting the crown of his dick, then soothing it with the rasp of her tongue.
“Jesus, Mia. You’re killin’ me here.”
She lifted her head and met his tortured brown eyes. “Payback,” she murmured. “For all the times you’ve done the same thing to me.”
Yet for all her brazen threats, she found that she couldn’t tease him for much longer. Pressure had built in her core, a dull ache that was impossible to ignore. After a few more languid licks, she sat up and ripped her clothes off so fast Jackson began to laugh.
“Somethin’ wrong?” he asked innocently.
Mia wiggled out of her panties and climbed up to straddle him with her thighs. “Shut up,” she grumbled. “This is your fault.”
“Aw, shucks. What did I do?”