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He nods. “We should get out of here before we get kicked out.”
“Are you going to do something to get us kicked out?”
“Yes.” His voice drops to that same stern tone.
“What’s that?”
“Fuck you.”
“That’s what I was going to demand as my prize.” I run my hands around his neck. “You. Inside me.”
Chapter Eighteen
Daphne
Jackson’s eyes go wide. He nods with need and helps me into my clothes.
We slip out of the room as quietly as possible.
He calls the limo. We meet the driver out front. The man helps us into the car.
And then we’re alone.
Together.
A place we can do whatever we want.
I change the music to a proper dance song, like the one we were just listening to. Thank god Cassie shares all her playlists. She has a selection for every mood. This one isfucking in the clubs, and it's just right.
I don't even care I'm using it to fuck her brother. I'm out of my mind, and I don't care about that either.
I drop my phone in my purse and check my pocket for what I need. It's there, but I want to do this first—
I move a little closer. I let my hand go to his thigh. "How do you normally do this?"
"Fuck." His eyelids press together. "I'm gonna come fast. I'm revved up."
My sex clenches. I like the thought of him on the edge. He wants me that much. He's out of his mind too. "Good."
He sits up a little straighter as he opens his eyes. "You're bossy for someone who wants a Dom." There's no judgment in his voice. Only curiosity.
I want to answer it. I want to return my own. And, well— "Isn't that a thing?"
"A brat, yeah," he says. "I don't usually go for brats."
A brat. That sounds like a porn term. Probably for some kind of jailbait thing. But that's not what we're doing here. This is different. "How does that work?"
"I order you around. You deny it."
Like a defiant kid. Only all grown up. The thought makes my entire body warm. I want to try this with him. I want to try everything with him. "Show me."
He swallows hard. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah."
Jackson nods in the stern, in control way he does in my head. Somehow, he sits up even straighter. His voice shifts too. A tone that's somehow dripping with demand and desire. "Get on your knees."
Part of me wants to fold. Bend. To let my thoughts dissolve as I do exactly what he asks. But another part wants to defy him. Tease him the way he's teasing me. "Like this?" I shift up onto my knees on the back seat. On my knees, yes, but not in position to suck him off.
