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“Use your words, Jesse.”

I point my finger at her face and say, “We’re fucking or nothing.”

“Or nothing?” She laughs. “Then I choose nothing.”

“I’ll turn this fucking plane around,” I threaten.

“I’d like to see you try,” she growls.

We lock eyes and glare. Daring the other to blink first.

“Get back on the bed and take off those shorts,” I command.

She lifts her chin and narrows her eyes, then runs her tongue across the edge of her top teeth and grins. She only has one pigtail at this point, so the whole display is absurdly cute and horrifyingly hot at the same time. “So you can continue?”

“So you can continue,” I say.

“You choose blow job, then?”

“Fine,” I say. “I choose blow job.”

She taps my chin once with the tip of her finger and laughs. “I win.”

“Hey, I’m the one getting a blow job out of this.”

“You sure are.”

“And I will fuck you later,” I say.

“You think so?” she adds.

OK. I’ve had it. I’m taking charge of this woman right now. I lean forward and kiss her mouth, one hand tugging on that stupid pigtail. I press her back into the pocket door and slip the other to the button of her shorts, repeating all my hard work from two minutes ago.

“It’s a promise,” I whisper into the kiss.

“Challenge accepted,” she whispers back.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE - EMMA

Hate fuck, round two.

Except there’s no fuck. And there won’t be later, either. He even knows this. He called me out just a few moments ago. But look how quick his mini-man brain forgot what was happening.

God, men are just too easy.

I don’t even feel guilty about this. I won’t. I refuse. Jesse Boston has this coming.

My hand finds his cock just as our eyes meet. He’s grinning when I squeeze him.

You arrogant prick, I muse, just as I begin sliding my palm up and down his shaft.

“Do you like that, Jesse?” I coo. Plumping my lips a little, the way the models do it in the glossy magazine cover ads for our lipstick.

“Oh, I like it,” he growls. “But I like this more.”

He places his hand flat on the back of my head and urges me to kneel.

I don’t even resist and my hand never stops tugging on his dick as I lower myself down and settle in front of his legs.