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“I thought you weren’t a gentleman, Jackson Pearce?”
“Maybe I’m turning over a new leaf.”
Not sure whether or not I should be afraid of Emma right now or turned on, but it’s definitely a mixture of both.
“I do care, Emma. You’re not a disappointment to anyone, and if your parents think that, then they’re blind. You’re beautiful, smart, and ambitious.”
“My life would be a hell of a lot easier if I hadn’t started to realize that maybe I have a thing for this sassy, overly organized, takes no shit and gives it back twofold girl.”
“That sounds a lot like me.”
“Yeah. That’s exactly who you are, Snowflake, and I think I fucking like it. I like it a lot.”
“On your knees,”
“Good girl. This is for your pleasure,”
“Tell me what you need.”
“Your… Your mouth. Please.”
“Only because you asked so nicely.”
“I want another from you,” he says. “Can you do that for me, Snowflake?”
“I want to see you take my cock the way you take my fingers. Stretching around me while I fill you with my cum.”
I feel him drop his forehead against my shoulder, his teeth finding my skin as he bites down and groans, coming inside of me. The bite of pain, mixed with pleasure, pulls my body taut as we come together, his hand at my throat and the other still circling my hypersensitive clit until I’m sagging against him, unable to hold myself up any longer.
“Good morning,”
“Morning, Snowflake.”
I am a firm believer that home is where the heart is.
It’s a Pearce tradition. The uglier, the better.
The rest of the day, you’re mine, okay?”
If she wants to go ice-skating, then fuck it, I guess I’m going ice-skating.
“Damn, Snowflake. You look hot as fuck.”
“Not going to lie, my dick’s getting hard just seeing you look so… festive. Really does it for me,”
“I’ve honestly never felt more ridiculous in my life.”
“Nah. You look good enough to eat, Snowflake.”
“‘I’m going to make you come on my face, right here in this dressing room,” I rasp against the shell of her ear, nipping at the lobe. “And if you make a sound, then you’re wearing that sweater for the rest of the day.”
“Hands on the mirror, Emma. Eyes on me. I want you to watch me eat your perfect little pussy. And I need you to be a good girl and be quiet, or everyone on the other side of that door is going to know what I’m doing. That you’re soaking my face.”
Emma is beautiful. Effortlessly so. She commands attention from the moment she steps into a room. But like this? Cheeks flushed, her lips parted, her eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy. Completely uninhibited and trusting that I’ll take care of her? She’s so breathtaking that it makes my head feel dizzy with desire for her.
Her attempts at biting back her breathless moans are now fruitless, so I stand and reach for her, pulling her back from the mirror and sliding my fingers that were just buried deep inside her into her mouth, commanding, “Suck.”
“Come for me, Emma,”
“Be a good girl. Look at my dirty little slut stifling her moans in a dressing room while she comes all over my fingers.”
“Not a chance, Snowflake. I won fair and square. Looks like you’re going to be lit all day with that sweater on.”
I like Jackson Pearce. He’s kind and compassionate. I like that I can laugh with him and that even the most simple things feel like more fun than I’ve had in years. He listens to me but also challenges me. Most of all, I feel comfortable around him, and that scares me. It scares me because it means that these feelings are real, and it’s not just physical between us anymore. It feels like more than one heated moment that we gave in to, more than this one day.
“Beautiful,”
“Breathtaking.”
Except when I glance over, he’s not looking at the stars at all....
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I can’t even believe I’m saying this, but I miss Jackson. I miss his smile, our constant bickering, and the way that he plays with my hair as I fall asleep. I miss how much fun I have when I’m with him. I just miss… him.
“So, are we having surprise visits now?”
“Guess I kind of missed you insulting me.”
“Guess I kind of missed insulting you.”
“You look sexy in anything,”
He pulls back slightly, ghosting his thumb along my jaw as he stares into my eyes. It feels… overwhelming and amazing to have a man look at you the way that Jackson is looking at me right now. But also terrifying because I have no idea what the future holds for us.
Being with Jackson feels… like something that I should’ve always done. It feels right.
“Trust me, Emma, there is nothing more that I want than to wake up with you in my arms. It’s all I fucking want. I just don’t want to make any more gossip than there already is. To do anything that will stress you more. You can’t blink in this town without everyone knowing, you know that,”
“I don’t… want this to stop. Seeing you. Kissing you. Being with you.”
“You know,”
“I think you just like to stare at my ass while I’m on this ladder, moving shit around.”
I can’t stop the smile that flits to my lips at his teasing, maybe because he might be partially right. Just a tad. I mean… it is a very nice ass. An ass that was made for Wranglers. Honestly, who would’ve thought I would be so attracted to a man who wears nothing but old jeans and worn boots?
“I fucking love when you...
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“Do what?”
