understand.”
“Not quite to that degree,” I answered. I looked down to Jillian, who watched the exchange between us quietly. She looked at Jackson with a puzzled expression.
Jackson leaned in slightly. “... Speaking of, I should have taken your advice.”
“Didn’t quite work out?” I murmured, feeling Jillian’s eyes on us.
“We’ll discuss later-” Jackson mumbled, and then his eyes fell on Jillian as she continued assessing our conversation.
He cleared his throat and then grinned. “Are you enjoying the evening, Ms. Pryor?”
She nodded with a grin. “I had the best cosmos ever. I’ve never been to a nightclub before so this has been a fun first for me.”
“You can come back anytime.” Jackson gave her his professional business grin that he reserved for special patrons or business investors.
His eyes suddenly caught Elyse on the dance floor. At this point, she was dancing against another drunk brunette. Jackson’s gaze became fixated on her.
The brunette who Elyse had been dancing with suddenly moved off the dance floor and joined a group of friends she must have accompanied. A random man suddenly began dancing with Elyse and she immediately moved away from him.
Jax quirked a brow. “I see your friend is having a good time. Does she prefer women only?”
Jillian nearly choked on the water she’d been sipping. Jackson was never one to dance around any subject, and his straightforwardness caught Jillian by surprise.
“No, she’s had some bad experiences with men… things haven’t been easy for her,” Jillian responded pointedly. She frowned slightly, but said nothing more about Elyse.
I caught the lustful, icy stare my cousin gave Jillian’s friend. Christ. Not this one, Jax. Jillian mentioned that Elyse had trust issues; she should be the last person on his radar. And yet, there he was, blatantly studying every inch of that girl’s body.
I leaned in and whispered to him. “NO.”
Jax only grinned and ordered the bartender to get me a gin and tonic.
Jillian looked between us and then moved off the stool she’d been sitting on. Without a word, she moved to the dance floor and fetched Elyse. Together, the girls returned to their table, where Piper had been in a deep conversation with another woman. I’d leave Jillian alone for the rest of the evening, but I was determined to ultimately have her to myself.
3. Jillian Pryor
My body betrays me. The way I respond so quickly to the memories of him is terrifying. Despite my resentment, I continued to fantasize about him as I sat in class, and as I sat at the receptionist desk in Piper’s practice. The stunt I pulled Friday night at the club toyed with my body as much as it toyed with Mason’s. I just wanted to give him a little taste of his own medicine. There is no denying what I do to him. There’s no doubt that he’s genuinely attracted to me- Jillian Pryor, a Brooklyn nobody. At night, I would lay in my bed, hugging my pillow as I stared up at the dark ceiling. My memories of him had become so vivid as I rested in bed at night.
I can almost feel his hands, strong and dominating, as they grip my hips and pull me over the edge of the bed...
My ass hangs over the bed as I wrap my thighs around him. He moves forward and hovers over my entire body, overpowering me. The scent of him still lingers so strongly in my mind. I feel his lips on mine before they trail in feather light kisses down to my breasts. He claims each nipple as though he owns my entire body, and he does. His tongue trails over my breasts roughly, planting lush kisses, one by one, down to the apex of my thighs. I’m soaking down there. I need him so badly I ache.
“I need you,” I plead.
“Beg me.” His voice is harsh and commanding as he looms over me, pressing his thick cock into my slick folds, not quite penetrating me yet.
He’s shirtless, sporting
“Not quite to that degree,” I answered. I looked down to Jillian, who watched the exchange between us quietly. She looked at Jackson with a puzzled expression.
Jackson leaned in slightly. “... Speaking of, I should have taken your advice.”
“Didn’t quite work out?” I murmured, feeling Jillian’s eyes on us.
“We’ll discuss later-” Jackson mumbled, and then his eyes fell on Jillian as she continued assessing our conversation.
He cleared his throat and then grinned. “Are you enjoying the evening, Ms. Pryor?”
She nodded with a grin. “I had the best cosmos ever. I’ve never been to a nightclub before so this has been a fun first for me.”
“You can come back anytime.” Jackson gave her his professional business grin that he reserved for special patrons or business investors.
His eyes suddenly caught Elyse on the dance floor. At this point, she was dancing against another drunk brunette. Jackson’s gaze became fixated on her.
The brunette who Elyse had been dancing with suddenly moved off the dance floor and joined a group of friends she must have accompanied. A random man suddenly began dancing with Elyse and she immediately moved away from him.
Jax quirked a brow. “I see your friend is having a good time. Does she prefer women only?”
Jillian nearly choked on the water she’d been sipping. Jackson was never one to dance around any subject, and his straightforwardness caught Jillian by surprise.
“No, she’s had some bad experiences with men… things haven’t been easy for her,” Jillian responded pointedly. She frowned slightly, but said nothing more about Elyse.
I caught the lustful, icy stare my cousin gave Jillian’s friend. Christ. Not this one, Jax. Jillian mentioned that Elyse had trust issues; she should be the last person on his radar. And yet, there he was, blatantly studying every inch of that girl’s body.
I leaned in and whispered to him. “NO.”
Jax only grinned and ordered the bartender to get me a gin and tonic.
Jillian looked between us and then moved off the stool she’d been sitting on. Without a word, she moved to the dance floor and fetched Elyse. Together, the girls returned to their table, where Piper had been in a deep conversation with another woman. I’d leave Jillian alone for the rest of the evening, but I was determined to ultimately have her to myself.
3. Jillian Pryor
My body betrays me. The way I respond so quickly to the memories of him is terrifying. Despite my resentment, I continued to fantasize about him as I sat in class, and as I sat at the receptionist desk in Piper’s practice. The stunt I pulled Friday night at the club toyed with my body as much as it toyed with Mason’s. I just wanted to give him a little taste of his own medicine. There is no denying what I do to him. There’s no doubt that he’s genuinely attracted to me- Jillian Pryor, a Brooklyn nobody. At night, I would lay in my bed, hugging my pillow as I stared up at the dark ceiling. My memories of him had become so vivid as I rested in bed at night.
I can almost feel his hands, strong and dominating, as they grip my hips and pull me over the edge of the bed...
My ass hangs over the bed as I wrap my thighs around him. He moves forward and hovers over my entire body, overpowering me. The scent of him still lingers so strongly in my mind. I feel his lips on mine before they trail in feather light kisses down to my breasts. He claims each nipple as though he owns my entire body, and he does. His tongue trails over my breasts roughly, planting lush kisses, one by one, down to the apex of my thighs. I’m soaking down there. I need him so badly I ache.
“I need you,” I plead.
“Beg me.” His voice is harsh and commanding as he looms over me, pressing his thick cock into my slick folds, not quite penetrating me yet.
He’s shirtless, sporting
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