Read Online More Than Physical (The Physical Series Book Book 2) by Sierra Hill - Free Book Online
Authors: Sierra Hill
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having the right attire, I know damn well you have ball gowns and designer formal dresses in that closet of yours. In fact, I wouldn’t mind seeing you in that black lace dress you wore the last time. You looked good enough to eat.”
Well shit. A sexy compliment from Jackson. So maybe he had noticed her more than her drunken behavior that night. Now she knew she’d have to turn him down for real.
But he looks so good in a tux.
“Sorry. No can do. I’m busy Saturday night and I’m not breaking my plans last minute for you, Jackson.”
There was a pregnant pause before he responded.
“Hmm. I kind of anticipated you’d say that. So I checked with your admin before calling and she confirmed you’re free, Shorty. So you might as well just say yes and accept my invitation graciously. You can exact your revenge by showing up looking sexier-than-fuck, like I know you will.”
She swallowed thickly. His words. His commanding tone. His voice. His compliment. It all had her aching with a need for release, her panties already wet from her desire for him.
“Damn, that bitch.” She hissed. She’d be having a talk with her front admin staff about privacy as soon as she was done with Jax.
He chuckled and she could hear the squeak of a chair, like he was leaning back at his office desk. She wondered if he was wearing a suit, and if his suit jacket was casually unbuttoned so that when he leaned back, his crisp white shirt stretched across his chest.
“I’ll take that as your acquiesce and will pick you up at seven on Saturday. And if you really want to get back at me for roping you into this, just insist on not wearing any panties. Then tell me so as we head into the ballroom. I’ll be hard all night and unable to do a thing about it. Just like your sexy play the other day at the pool party.”
She snorted, a very unladylike sound. But she really did like the idea of torturing him. It baited her naughty side. And the thought of giving him a case of blue balls had its merits. She liked knowing she had that kind of control over him.
“Well, then, you can count on it.”
Chapter Six
It wasn’t the dress Jackson had expected Sasha to wear. He knew her well enough by now to know that she wouldn’t cater to the request he’d made asking her to wear the black little number he’d seen her in once before.
But the dress she did choose was far more sexy. It was a fifteen on the Richter scale, and the seismic shift he felt beneath his feet when she opened the door of her brownstone nearly knocked him over.
There was no question that Sasha Lee was a stunner and knew exactly how to bring a man to his knees with her wardrobe choices and style. She stood in front of him wearing a full-length, strapless evening gown in royal blue, with a black sequin-encrusted bodice and a slit up to the right thigh, her leg playing peek-a-boo with him.
The dress accentuated every sweet, luscious curve of her body, and destroyed him with the way it cinched at her waist with a corset-like bust, revealing just enough skin of her dewy, fleshy breasts to make his mouth water.
Had he not been expected as the guest of honor at the dinner, Jackson would have said “ fuck it ” and put his best power of persuasion skills to use, talking her out of that dress entirely. But unfortunately, that wouldn’t be happening tonight, much to his dismay.
As he raked his gaze over her, he noticed Sasha’s normally curly, long hair was fashioned straight and sleek, parting to the side and flowing down over her shoulders, the ends just brushing the tips of her breasts. His first instinct was to push the silken black hair behind her ear and bend down to cover her breast with his mouth. She looked that edible. Unfortunately, he had to restrain himself.
“Are you just going to stand there and gawk at me all night, or come inside so I can finish getting ready?”
Jackson blinked, realizing he had been staring and lost in his fantasy, his mouth suddenly
Well shit. A sexy compliment from Jackson. So maybe he had noticed her more than her drunken behavior that night. Now she knew she’d have to turn him down for real.
But he looks so good in a tux.
“Sorry. No can do. I’m busy Saturday night and I’m not breaking my plans last minute for you, Jackson.”
There was a pregnant pause before he responded.
“Hmm. I kind of anticipated you’d say that. So I checked with your admin before calling and she confirmed you’re free, Shorty. So you might as well just say yes and accept my invitation graciously. You can exact your revenge by showing up looking sexier-than-fuck, like I know you will.”
She swallowed thickly. His words. His commanding tone. His voice. His compliment. It all had her aching with a need for release, her panties already wet from her desire for him.
“Damn, that bitch.” She hissed. She’d be having a talk with her front admin staff about privacy as soon as she was done with Jax.
He chuckled and she could hear the squeak of a chair, like he was leaning back at his office desk. She wondered if he was wearing a suit, and if his suit jacket was casually unbuttoned so that when he leaned back, his crisp white shirt stretched across his chest.
“I’ll take that as your acquiesce and will pick you up at seven on Saturday. And if you really want to get back at me for roping you into this, just insist on not wearing any panties. Then tell me so as we head into the ballroom. I’ll be hard all night and unable to do a thing about it. Just like your sexy play the other day at the pool party.”
She snorted, a very unladylike sound. But she really did like the idea of torturing him. It baited her naughty side. And the thought of giving him a case of blue balls had its merits. She liked knowing she had that kind of control over him.
“Well, then, you can count on it.”
Chapter Six
It wasn’t the dress Jackson had expected Sasha to wear. He knew her well enough by now to know that she wouldn’t cater to the request he’d made asking her to wear the black little number he’d seen her in once before.
But the dress she did choose was far more sexy. It was a fifteen on the Richter scale, and the seismic shift he felt beneath his feet when she opened the door of her brownstone nearly knocked him over.
There was no question that Sasha Lee was a stunner and knew exactly how to bring a man to his knees with her wardrobe choices and style. She stood in front of him wearing a full-length, strapless evening gown in royal blue, with a black sequin-encrusted bodice and a slit up to the right thigh, her leg playing peek-a-boo with him.
The dress accentuated every sweet, luscious curve of her body, and destroyed him with the way it cinched at her waist with a corset-like bust, revealing just enough skin of her dewy, fleshy breasts to make his mouth water.
Had he not been expected as the guest of honor at the dinner, Jackson would have said “ fuck it ” and put his best power of persuasion skills to use, talking her out of that dress entirely. But unfortunately, that wouldn’t be happening tonight, much to his dismay.
As he raked his gaze over her, he noticed Sasha’s normally curly, long hair was fashioned straight and sleek, parting to the side and flowing down over her shoulders, the ends just brushing the tips of her breasts. His first instinct was to push the silken black hair behind her ear and bend down to cover her breast with his mouth. She looked that edible. Unfortunately, he had to restrain himself.
“Are you just going to stand there and gawk at me all night, or come inside so I can finish getting ready?”
Jackson blinked, realizing he had been staring and lost in his fantasy, his mouth suddenly
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