Chapter 41: Dinner
[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT AHEAD. NOT APPROPRIATE FOR MINORS.]
"I was hard the whole time, sweetheart."
Fil pressed her lips together, feeling the heat on her palm through the fabric of his trousers. Her cheeks heat up, swallowing a mouthful of air. Jackson was telling the truth. He was hard, and his bulge felt as though it was screaming to be freed.
"I’ll use you... again," she whispered, eyes locked with his. "I need you so I can figure things out."
A glint flickered across his eyes as they drooped dangerously. "That’s more like it," he dawdled seductively, leaning forward.
Fil drew a deep breath, closing her eyes as she anticipated his soft lips on hers. The wait wasn’t long as he sucked in her breath, claiming her lips as gently as he could. She could feel his excitement and restraint as he bit her lower lips, his hand creeping up the side of her neck and jaw.
Fil leaned her head back, crawling her hands around his body. She clasped his back, spreading her legs slightly as he positioned a foot between them.
This wasn’t in her plans.
Sleeping with Jackson was supposed to be a one-time thing — a one-night stand. Even when she called him an hour ago to join him for dinner, being intimate with him was not in her plans. However, coming in here and seeing Vincent reminded her of the bitter memory that almost slipped from her mind.