So Toxic(Bad Boy Next Door Book 4)(174)

I smile, leaning my head against his collar bone. “Well, you certainly have succeeded. I can only imagine how hard you must’ve worked to get to where you are at your age. Wait, how old are you?”

He drops a kiss on my temple. “Worried that you’ve hooked up with an old man?”

I shrug. “Some people look younger than they are.”

“I’ll be thirty-one in August.” He jostles me. “How old are you?”

“What? You afraid you’ve hooked up with a minor?”

“No. Not worried about that at all. I actually know you’re twenty-four, and possibly the youngest self-help book author I’ve ever interviewed. I wanted to see if you’d lie.”

I splash water into his face. “Why would I lie?”

“Some people lie about their age.”

“Well I wouldn’t.”

When my hair is rinsed, he takes the loofah and the soap, rubbing them together until the sponge bubbles with lather. He takes his time massaging circles over my body, my arms, my belly, my back, and even my thighs and calves, though he has to move to the other end of the tub for that.

Now, we sit face to face in the warm water, the bubbles dissipating. They no longer cover my floating tits, and Jackson’s hard cock is visible under the water.

I take his erection in hand and rub my thumb over the head. Again, my mouth waters as I recall my tongue bumping over the ridges of the vein that runs up the side of it. “Are you done here? Because I think I’m ready to get out.”

He stands, water running off of him, his cock at the perfect place to get my mouth on it. Before he can step out, I take hold again.

I pull him closer. “I want to have a quick taste.”

His fists flex as he smiles down on me. “Please, anytime you think you want a taste, feel free. Any time.”

I lick the end of his cock, swirling my tongue over its head. Then I take him in, sucking as I go, deeper and deeper. I can’t possibly get his entire dick in my mouth, but that doesn’t stop me from trying. His warm ball sack is heavy in my hand as I gently massage him.

Pulling back, I let his cock pop free of my mouth. “And you aren’t the only one who likes to see things bounce.”

He rests his hands at his hips. “You’re something, Peaches.”

I lick his cock up one side, around the tip, and down the other.

Jack pulls back. “Whoa. Let’s get out of the tub and take this party somewhere a bit more comfortable.”

I lay back and circle my nipples with my fingernails. “I am comfortable.”

He reaches down and pulls me up, until I’m sliding against him. His hard-on presses into my belly. The pressure in my core tightens a notch.

After he steps out onto the thick rug, he brings a giant bath sheet over and holds it out by the corners. “C’mon.”

I step into it, and he wraps me up like a burrito.

He takes his towel, swiping at the water clinging to his skin and securing it at his waist.

Taking me by the hand, he leads me into the bedroom—but not to the bed, as I expect. Instead, he leads me to a sofa, which is turned so the occupant can look out the picture window that faces LA. There aren’t any curtains or sheers, just a window, wide open for anyone to look in.

“Don’t you worry that people can see inside?”

He shakes his head. “Nah. The glass has a reflective coating. Even when the lights are on in here, no one could see in.”

He pulls his towel off and nabs mine as well, letting them drop to the floor.

“So, if I were to, oh, say…”—he walks me backward until my butt is against the window—“press a beautiful woman’s ass against the glass, those poor bastards down there wouldn’t even get a glimpse.”

His hand finds the very wet spot between my legs. He tickles my clit as his mouth comes down on mine. The warmth of his tongue dancing with mine chases away the chill of the glass against my skin.

With one hand at my crotch, the other on my breast, he turns me around and we end up on the sofa. His expert kisses and the way his hands explore my body have the juices flowing, and my pussy is in a frenzied state of anticipation.

He rolls to his back and pulls me over him so I’m straddling him. He’s not inside me, though his balls are under my ass and his cock is between the lips of my pussy, its head only a few inches from my clit, all pink next to my dark skin and so beautiful together that I’d like a picture to blow up and hang above my bed.

Though I doubt he’d let me take a picture of his dick, even if my pussy is right there in the photo with it.

I giggle. “Uh oh—is it time for the bouncing to begin?”

He shakes his head and pulls me down so that my breasts are flat against his pecs and whispers, “Nope. I want to make sure you’re taken care of. That’s how it gets done in this bedroom. This is our first time together, and you’ve got me so fucking hot, I can’t even tell you if I’ll last ten fucking seconds before I blow my wad. So, you get yours first.”