I’ll have to call Jem and tell her that she was right. I’m glad I took her advice and went for it.
Looking out the window, I see the sun rising. I relax, cuddling closer to Jackson, wriggling into his side. He sighs, and his hand tightens on my hip. I grin. Even in his sleep, he can’t get enough of me.
My phone rings, shattering the peace. I groan and roll over to answer it, but strong hands wrap around me and pull me back. I smile as Jackson’s chest molds to my back and he kisses my neck.
“Where are you going?” he grumbles sleepily.
“Just to answer my phone,” I say as it stops ringing.
“Well, now you don’t need to.”
He turns me in his arms, and we both groan as my phone rings again.
“Ignore it,” he whispers, pressing his lips against mine.
I moan, melting into him and kissing him back. My body heats, and my core clenches as Jackson’s hands move over my body. He grabs my ass, grinding me against him, and I cry out.
It’s crazy that he makes me so needy and achy with just a few kisses and touches.
My phone continues to ring, but we ignore it. It finally stops, and I lose myself in Jackson.
Until it rings again.
“Goddammit,” Jackson growls.
“They’re not going to stop,” I say wearily. “I’m sorry.”
I give him one last kiss before I lean over and swipe my phone off the nightstand. “Hello?”
“Finally!” Valerie snarls. “Why aren’t you answering my calls?”
“I was sleeping,” I lie as Jackson kisses my neck. “It’s early.”
“No excuses! I’m paying you to do a job?—”
“You’re not paying me,” I remind her.
I feel Jackson smile against my skin as he rolls me onto my back and kisses his way down my body. He cups my breasts, and I bite back a moan as I arch into his hold.
Valerie is still screaming in my ear, but it’s hard to focus on what she’s saying with Jackson shouldering my legs apart and settling between my thighs.
“Are you listening?” Valerie snaps.
“Uh-huh,” I gasp, my voice low and breathy.
Valerie is so wrapped up in herself that she doesn’t even notice. “We need to get ready for the rehearsal. Get up here so that we can get started.”
I bite my bottom lip, staring down at Jackson as he lazily strokes a finger through my folds. I’m so wet for him. He holds my gaze as he leans forward and licks a path up my pussy.
“Fuck,” I choke out, moaning as his tongue circles my clit.
“What?” Valerie asks.
“Nothing,” I gasp.
Jackson isn’t holding back now. He buries his face in my folds, his tongue swiping up my juices as his thumb teases my clit, moving in sharp, tight circles. His forearm pins my hips to the mattress, keeping me in place as he eats me out.
I desperately try to hold back the moans threatening to spill out as his mouth works me over. My legs tremble on either side of his head, my chest rising quickly with each panting breath.
