Jacked Up (Bowen Boys #4)(50)



“Come on, Borg. Let’s have some fun.”

Before she could open the door, he reached for her and hauled her to his lap. “Let’s set some ground rules first.”

“Hey, my stockings,” she complained. Her gown had a deep slash in one side, so accommodating him between her legs wasn’t difficult. Managing not to snag the thin material with his calloused hands was another matter altogether.

“Forget the stockings.”

“If you ruin them, I’d have to take them off.”

“If you take them off, I’ll f*ck you.”

She broke into laughter. “You’ll f*ck me either way.”

“True, but not here, at this very second.”

She flushed, a wave of heat spreading over her. My, what this guy could do to her with just a stern look and a handful of words, delivered with that raspy voice of his, abrading all her senses and utterly scattering her mind. And his scent. So male, so…devoid of metrosexual shit. Just a hint of soap and man. Barely bottled-up raw power.

“You like the idea,” he said quietly.

She nodded. It was mind-boggling how sexual she was with him. She had never been prudish when it came to sex, but she was very selective and didn’t jump into bed with the first guy who tickled her fancy. Who would have guessed that, now, with her sitting on top of Jack’s cock? No restraint whatsoever.

Like the boxing ring. Talk about high-intensity training. Or crazy monkey sex, as people called it. It had left her limp as an overcooked noodle, totally covered in sweat and so high on endorphins, amazing sex, and Jack, it had taken her days to get back to earth.

“It has its merits,” she admitted. “I could go without stockings, but your cum dripping down my inner thigh would look kind of conspicuous.”

“Tough shit. I won’t f*ck you with a condom.”

She had no intention of humping him now, but that high-handed comment pissed her off. “What? Not ready to part with getting maximum pleasure with your sex? Even if I would ask you to?”

“My cock inside you, it’s always maximum pleasure, condom or no condom.”

“Then?”

She waited for him to answer but in true Jack form, he didn’t elaborated. Ass.

She tried moving away from him, but his grip on her intensified.

Control freak.

“About this party,” she said, changing the subject. By now she knew when she’d hit a stone wall with Jack. “What are those ground rules of yours?”

“You don’t move from my side. Ever.”

“Hmmm, can I go to pee on my own, or do I need to bring some sort of bottle?” His expression softened marginally. “We leave when I say. No befriending strangers. No drawing any attention to yourself.” Then he gave her a once-over and frowned. “I told you this dress was a bad idea.”

“And I told you this was the least revealing of my gowns. Just suck it up. Your future Amish wife will dress more according to your tastes. I won’t. Besides, you are getting it wrong. It’s not the dress, you dummy, it’s the shoes. The higher the heels, the dirtier the girl, didn’t you know that?”

His eyes darkened, but he didn’t answer to her jab. “I don’t want you doing anything that would make you stand out. More than you already do by looking like…”

“A ho?” she offered, defiantly.

He cupped her face, his expression fierce. “Like the f*cking hottest, sexiest, funniest, most aggravatingly beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

Judging by his glare, one would assume he was insulting her.

She placed her hands on his chest and, without breaking eye contact, whispered, “Thanks for the compliments.”

“They aren’t compliments.”

Yes they were, even if he obviously couldn’t stand it. “The f*cking hottest, sexiest, funniest, most aggravatingly beautiful woman you’ve ever seen will refrain from causing you any trouble or discomfort. In exchange, you have to dance with her.”

“That will cause me discomfort. I don’t dance.”

“You did at James’s wedding.”

“I was under duress, being the best man and all.”

“Consider yourself under duress here too,” Elle stated. “I need to assess your abilities. There can never be too many people in a flash mob and the next one is in a couple weeks.”

A smile crept across his face. Encircling her neck with his hand, he brought her to him and kissed her long and deep. “In your dreams, pet.”

“In your dreams, gorgeous? In your dreams, princess? In your dreams, sweetheart? Don’t you think any of these sound better?”

“No.”

It figured. Stubborn Neanderthal. “You’re so lucky I’m humoring you,” she said, attempting to unstraddle him.

“Do we have a deal?” he asked, holding her down and gliding his hard cock over her sensitized *.

“About what? I forgot already,” she said with a gasp.

“The whole Bowen clan will be there, along with many other guests. You follow my rules, I won’t haul you out on my shoulder and I’ll make it worth your while later on.”

You’ll make it worth my while anyway, she almost replied, but at the last second, she kept it in.

She leaned into him and kissed him, making a huge effort to lift herself from his lap. “Yeah, yeah. Calm down, Borg. You’ll overheat and lose your speech capabilities again. You need to pass for human now.”

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