beside her, Jax cast her a wicked smirk. “You thought I was going to lick your boobs, didn’t you?”
Flustered, unsettled and unfortunately more than a little horny, Nat smoothed her hands over her thighs and shook her head. “Of course not.”
He inched closer to her, mischief dancing in his eyes. “Liar.”
Sucking in a breath, all too aware of the greedy throb in her pussy, she pulled as far away from him as the seat would allow. “Take me home, Campbell.”
Hot desire joined the amusement in his dark gaze. “Gladly. There’s fucking against the window to be done. Naked fucking.”
“ My home,” she ground out, pressing her thighs together. Damn it, she was not going to let him, or her lust, be in charge. She needed to clear her head. She needed to—
“Fucking against your window, is it?” He followed her across the seat, slipping fingers beneath the split in her dress to trail up her thigh. “As you wish.”
“No fucking tonight!” she declared, flattening her palm to the centre of his face and shoving him away.
He fell back to the seat, laughing. “As if I was going to take you back to your house,” he declared, lips curled. “You’re coming back to my hotel and then we’re both coming again and again. You can’t get me all riled up like you have tonight without payoff.”
“I’ll give you payoff,” she crossed her legs, her clit a little throbbing button waiting to be pushed between her thighs. “A name in the morning. That was our deal.”
He narrowed his eyes, studying her. “A name. So you know of someone already?”
Nat swallowed, doing her best not to fidget. Thanks to Jax’s declaration about all the coming they were supposedly going to do, she’d moved beyond aroused and was now hovering somewhere between drenched-knickers impatience and hit-a-pothole-and-climax need, and given that she wasn’t wearing any knickers, it was a perilous state to be in.
Ignoring the seductive whispers in her body to surrender to her lust, she nodded. “Of course I know of someone. More than one. You don’t think I would have agreed to this deal just for the sex, do you?”
He cocked an eyebrow at her, lips twitching.
She swallowed again. That was exactly why she’d made the deal, and by the smug look on Jax’s face, he knew it.
Which meant she had to teach him a lesson. Make him pay.
Be harsh.
“Besides,” she said, turning away from him to look out the window, her heart fast. “I’ve other plans tonight.”
Heavy silence stretched between them for a beat.
“Other plans?”
The tension in Jax’s voice set off a horde of butterflies in Nat’s stomach.
Forcing an aloof expression on her face, she swung back to him. “I haven’t been sitting around all these years waiting for you to swoop back into my life, Jaxon Campbell.”
“Cancel them.”
The butterflies in her tummy whirled at his blunt demand and the open jealousy in his face.
Oh boy, this wasn’t quite what she’d had in mind. She didn’t want Jax being jealous. It just…complicated things.
“I’m not cancelling them,” she shot back. “You asked me to go to the movies, I went to the movies. Now, after you drop me home, I’m meeting someone for coffee.”
Jax’s nostrils flared. “Who?”
Nat opened her mouth. Crap, she sucked at lying.
A devious smile played with the corners of Jax’s lips. A knowing gleam flickered his eyes. “There isn’t any one, is there, Boxhead? You really have become a chick—”
Nat’s mobile phone chimed into life in her purse, the sound of William Tell’s epic Overture filling the back of the limo.
Sending a silent thank you to the gods of perfect timing, she gave Jax a wicked smirk, withdrew her phone from her clutch purse and read the name of the incoming caller on its screen.
Jeremy Craig.
Nat’s stomach dropped. And then took off with maniacal butterflies.
At her side, Jax let out a low chortle. “You think he’s seen the images of us making out in the
Flustered, unsettled and unfortunately more than a little horny, Nat smoothed her hands over her thighs and shook her head. “Of course not.”
He inched closer to her, mischief dancing in his eyes. “Liar.”
Sucking in a breath, all too aware of the greedy throb in her pussy, she pulled as far away from him as the seat would allow. “Take me home, Campbell.”
Hot desire joined the amusement in his dark gaze. “Gladly. There’s fucking against the window to be done. Naked fucking.”
“ My home,” she ground out, pressing her thighs together. Damn it, she was not going to let him, or her lust, be in charge. She needed to clear her head. She needed to—
“Fucking against your window, is it?” He followed her across the seat, slipping fingers beneath the split in her dress to trail up her thigh. “As you wish.”
“No fucking tonight!” she declared, flattening her palm to the centre of his face and shoving him away.
He fell back to the seat, laughing. “As if I was going to take you back to your house,” he declared, lips curled. “You’re coming back to my hotel and then we’re both coming again and again. You can’t get me all riled up like you have tonight without payoff.”
“I’ll give you payoff,” she crossed her legs, her clit a little throbbing button waiting to be pushed between her thighs. “A name in the morning. That was our deal.”
He narrowed his eyes, studying her. “A name. So you know of someone already?”
Nat swallowed, doing her best not to fidget. Thanks to Jax’s declaration about all the coming they were supposedly going to do, she’d moved beyond aroused and was now hovering somewhere between drenched-knickers impatience and hit-a-pothole-and-climax need, and given that she wasn’t wearing any knickers, it was a perilous state to be in.
Ignoring the seductive whispers in her body to surrender to her lust, she nodded. “Of course I know of someone. More than one. You don’t think I would have agreed to this deal just for the sex, do you?”
He cocked an eyebrow at her, lips twitching.
She swallowed again. That was exactly why she’d made the deal, and by the smug look on Jax’s face, he knew it.
Which meant she had to teach him a lesson. Make him pay.
Be harsh.
“Besides,” she said, turning away from him to look out the window, her heart fast. “I’ve other plans tonight.”
Heavy silence stretched between them for a beat.
“Other plans?”
The tension in Jax’s voice set off a horde of butterflies in Nat’s stomach.
Forcing an aloof expression on her face, she swung back to him. “I haven’t been sitting around all these years waiting for you to swoop back into my life, Jaxon Campbell.”
“Cancel them.”
The butterflies in her tummy whirled at his blunt demand and the open jealousy in his face.
Oh boy, this wasn’t quite what she’d had in mind. She didn’t want Jax being jealous. It just…complicated things.
“I’m not cancelling them,” she shot back. “You asked me to go to the movies, I went to the movies. Now, after you drop me home, I’m meeting someone for coffee.”
Jax’s nostrils flared. “Who?”
Nat opened her mouth. Crap, she sucked at lying.
A devious smile played with the corners of Jax’s lips. A knowing gleam flickered his eyes. “There isn’t any one, is there, Boxhead? You really have become a chick—”
Nat’s mobile phone chimed into life in her purse, the sound of William Tell’s epic Overture filling the back of the limo.
Sending a silent thank you to the gods of perfect timing, she gave Jax a wicked smirk, withdrew her phone from her clutch purse and read the name of the incoming caller on its screen.
Jeremy Craig.
Nat’s stomach dropped. And then took off with maniacal butterflies.
At her side, Jax let out a low chortle. “You think he’s seen the images of us making out in the
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