The Freelancer – Chapter 58

Jenna struggled to get out of Trista’s leather pants for a moment before remembering she hadn’t taken off her shoes yet.  She reached for her shoes and tumbled back onto the bed.  The shoes hit the floor with a thud and she winced.  Good thing Trista was staying at Blaine’s that night.  Even if she weren’t too drunk to avoid making noise with her shoes, the walls in the condo weren’t as thick as she’d like. Especially not when the nosy best friend’s bedroom was directly below.

She discarded the pants to the floor when she noticed Jackson walk in and lean against the door.  “You like the mirrors, huh?”

Jenna crossed the room to him.  “Would you really like to know what I’d like?”

“After last night, I already know what you like.”

“Take off your clothes, Jackson.”

He regarded her for a moment.  “Yours are still on.”

“Not for long.  Now take off your pants.”

Jackson looked intrigued and worked the buttons on his shirt while he kicked off his shoes.  Every other time his clothes came off it was dark or things happened too fast for Jenna to enjoy the sight of him.  Now, she watched for the first time as he finished the last of his buttons and shrugged out of the shirt.  He looked at her with eyes full of lust.  “Come here.”

Jenna closed the last step’s gap to him and ran her hands over his muscular chest.  She gazed into his crystal eyes while her hands slid down fit abs and rested on his belt.  His breath caught in his throat when she dropped to her knees, trailing her lips down his stomach as her hands tugged off the pants and boxers.

His erection strained in front of him, beckoning to her.  With cautious fingers, Jenna stroked him and, emboldened by his groan of desire, used her mouth to drive him wild.  She felt his fingers tangle into her hair, further fueling her desire to drive him wild.  Just when she was getting into things, she felt Jackson’s hands grasp her by the shoulders and pull her up.

She blinked in surprise.  “What?  What did I do?”

Jackson slid his hands underneath the strings on the back of her halter top and began untying them.  “You did one hell of a job turning me on, that’s what you did.”

“But you stopped me.  I wasn’t done yet.”

“I’m buying Trista a new shirt,” he muttered,  ripping it in his hurry.

“Someone’s impatient,” she commented.  “Wait a minute…was it that obvious it wasn’t mine?”

“Later,” he growled, pushing her onto the bed.

Jenna was about to respond when Jackson covered her mouth with his and kissed her with unbridled passion.  His hands ran down the length of her body until they found the edge of her panties.  He pulled away long enough to pull them off and went to work on her neck.  “What the hell have you done to me, Jenna?  I can’t control myself anymore around you.”

Without warning, Jackson jumped up and fled the room.  That was a strange reaction.  Jenna pushed herself up onto her elbows and tried to see what he was doing in the other room.  It sounded like he was trashing the living room, but she realized what he was doing as soon as he came back into the room.  He seemed pleased with himself to have found the contents of the bag he’d carried back from his trip to the convenience store.

Jenna grinned.  “Did you get a big enough box?  What is that, a six month supply?”

“Naw.  We’ll be lucky if this lasts the night.”  He tore the box open with his teeth.  “I’m about to rock your world.”

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