Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 108165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 541(@200wpm)___ 433(@250wpm)___ 361(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 541(@200wpm)___ 433(@250wpm)___ 361(@300wpm)
“Accident?”
Frankie presses her hand to the window like she’s in a prison, longing for her freedom. “You have a sexy body, but I don’t think you have that body to be sexy. Watching and listening to you play your piano is like tantric sex. Well, it’s what I imagine tantric sex feels like.”
“What is tantric sex?” Jackson cringes the second he asks the question.
How does she bait him into these conversations?
“A fellow professor and her husband went to a retreat. I don’t think it was called a retreat, but that’s what I had in my head when she explained it. From what I gathered, it’s very powerful lovemaking. The fusion of desire, sexual energy, and passion aligns with your heart and spirit. It’s healing and transcendent. An orgasmic state that feels psychedelic.”
Jackson presses his lips together to keep from showing any discernible reaction.
She smirks. “But I’ve never been married. I’ve never been in a committed relationship, so it was laughable to me. Then…” she twists her lips for a second “…I watched you play your piano with your shirt off. And you asked me to play the same piano without wearing any clothes. And I realized we share something intimate through music.”
Jackson opens the door. He’s not into this conversation. “Will you settle for the drive-thru and eating in the car?”
Frankie rolls her eyes. “Stop sweeping me off my feet.”
Tacos and a shared side of nachos in the front seat of his BMW.
Their first official date.
“It’s a little tacky that you drove us back here to eat in the motel parking lot. The least you could have done was drive us somewhere secluded with a view. I might’ve felt more inclined to do something like give you head or let you see my nipples.”
Jackson snorts with his fist at his mouth while he swallows before choking on his food.
Frankie crumples her empty wrapper and stuffs it into the sack while slipping off her shoes and placing her bare feet on the dash, her dress sliding to the top of her thighs. Jackson hasn’t felt this mesmerized by a woman since Ryn crawled around on the floor, cleaning the bathroom while unintentionally shaking her backside. She was hired to clean the house. And he was in the middle of a renewed vow of celibacy.
The timing couldn’t have been worse, much like now.
Life and the powers that be don’t seem to give two fucks about timing.
“I saw your nipples the first day we met. They’re always excited to see me. But I’m intrigued by your other offer.” He wads up his wrapper and adds it to the sack. “Let’s go find a view I like.” He backs the car out of the parking spot.
“I need to like the view too.”
As he pulls onto the main road, Jackson chuckles. “You’ll be staring at my balls.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
FRANCESCA
Jack finds a secluded lookout over a lake. A few boat lights are in the distance, with the last shade of sunlight fading to darkness. He puts his car in Park and unbuckles. Then he presses a button, and his seat slides back.
I scratch my cheek, hiding my grin. When I risk a glance at Jack, he lifts his eyebrows.
“Well, here we are with a nice view in a secluded spot.” He unbuttons his jeans. “It’s the least I could do. Your words. So I believe the least you can do is follow through with your intentions.”
I press the button to release my seat belt. “I thought someone your age would turn me down, citing something to the effect of ‘front-seat blowjobs are unbecoming of a lady. And you, my darling Francesca, are too much of a lady. I can’t let you commit such a salacious act. Let’s find a song befitting the moment and dance under the full moon. Holding you in my arms fulfills my heart’s desire more than oral sex ever could.’”
Jack slowly blinks at me with no perceivable reaction to my words. “You lost me at someone your age.”
Making duck lips, I tap my chin. “Of which I don’t know. So I don’t know how I lost you there.”
“You’re right.” He drags down the zipper of his jeans. “You lost me at the part where front-seat blowjobs are unbecoming of a lady.”
I frown. It’s a little fake, but I’m not sucking his dick with a smile, even if I’m happy to do it.
Standards matter.
I lean over the console and slide my fingers into the waist of his briefs to free him.
Before I expose him, he drags in a sharp breath and slowly releases it, stopping my hands from going further. “What song?”
I tip my head back and gaze up at him, resting my hands on his thighs. “Huh?”
Jack stares out the windshield. “If we dance under the full moon, which is only a three-quarter moon, what song is befitting of the moment?”