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"Not with you." He slips one hand under my skirt and cups my thigh. So, so close to where he needs to be but not quite there. "I like you too much to share."
"What if it got me off?"
"Does it?" he asks.
"No," I admit. "But what if it did?"
"Maybe." He strokes my thigh with his thumb. "It depends exactly what you want. How you want it. Where."
"If I want you to bring someone else in, someone you can use, to order me around with him."
"That sounds fucking hot." His hand moves higher. Higher. Higher. "But still, no. I couldn't share you."
The possessive tone to his voice makes my sex clench. I've never wanted that before. To be someone's.
But there's something about the way Jackson says it. Like he would share if he liked me a little less.
Like he can't imagine a world where he likes me less.
I'm losing this game.
And I'm losing interest in winning.
"What did you like the best?" I take one more shot at maintaining the upper hand. "Of the things you tried?"
"Role play," he says. "I started using it more. Doing scenes."
"We could do that."
"We will." He presses his lips to my neck. "But not today." He strokes my thigh with his thumb again and again.
I lean forward enough to undo the zipper of my skirt. Then I shift off the lounge chair onto my feet, and I do away with the skirt.
I'm standing naked in front of him. Like so many of my fantasies.
And he's there, stretched over the lounge chair, his erection threatening to tear a hole in his nylon swimsuit, still poised and confident.
He's going to win.
That's okay.
But I'm going down swinging.
I slide back onto the chair so I'm straddling him, and I bring my lips to his lips.
He kisses back hard and fast, his lips parting for my tongue, his tongue dancing with mine.
I roll my hips against his. The nylon fabric doesn't offer the friction I want, but it's what I've got, so I rock against the fabric again and again.
We're so, so close to where we need to be.
But so, so far too.
I take his hands and bring them to my chest. He toys with me as he kisses me. Then he releases me and kisses a line down my neck, over my shoulder, down my chest.
To my nipple.
He teases me here the way he did with his hands. Slowly. Patiently. As if he's happy to toy with me all night.
