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Sasha, when she finally let go and gave in. It was like winning a race, beating out the most worthy opponent and relishing in the win.
    His finger swept over the back of her hand, tracing the smooth skin with his thumb. Sasha twisted in her seat to face him, and although he kept his eyes on the road, he knew just how beautiful she looked.
    “You would want to go for easy and boring. Figures,” she huffed.
    “I like easy,” he deadpanned, waiting for her reaction. He got it in the form of her claws gripping his thigh hard. “Oww. I also like it rough.”
    He loosened his hold and she removed her hand from his thigh, bringing it back to rest in her own lap, giving a deep sigh of exasperation and defeat.
    “Maybe you’re right,” she conceded, toying with the taffeta of her dress. “I know Rylie wouldn’t want some crazy, over-the-top shindig. Maybe in this case, less is more.”
    Jackson whipped his head to look at her, staring at her in disbelief.
    “Wait. Did you just agree with me?” Jackson smacked the steering wheel with a loud thump . “Holy shit, call Ripley’s Believe It or Not. This is unbelievable and completely unprecedented.”
    “Oh shut it, Rowdy. You’re really not that funny. You think you are, but you’re not.”
    Sasha grabbed her lip gloss from her clutch and lacquered up her lips. He could smell the light hint of berry from where he sat and the Pavlovian response hit him straight in the groin.
    “What?” she asked, turning to him and noticing his hands now white-knuckling the steering wheel. “What’s the matter?”
    “Nothing. Nothing’s the matter.” But his body said otherwise. It remembered the taste of that berry lip gloss. And how he could taste it for days afterwards.
    Jackson lightened his grip, shaking his head to wave off the thoughts tumbling around in his brain.
    “So, can we plan on going more low-key? I have a band in mind that we can probably get. I saw them last week in New York. I can contact their agent and we could just put them up at one of hotels and pay for the gig. That should be easy enough. There…I’ve done my part. The rest is on you.” He bit his lip to hide his smile, knowing she’d flip out with that comment.
    Four. Three. Two. One .
    And there she was, right on cue.
    “ Seriously , asshole? I am an extremely busy woman, Jax. A full-time surgeon and clinic owner, if I need remind you. I don’t have time for all the party-planning by myself. This is supposed to be an equal partnership. We agreed.”
    Jackson pulled into a parking spot in the hotel ramp and turned off the engine, the stillness in the car deafening. Unbuckling his seat belt, he leaned over the console, catching Sasha by surprise with his sudden nearness, his face just inches from hers.
    “Yeah, Sash. We agreed all right.” His arm reached across her waist, brushing the soft planes of her legs, unhooking the buckle at her lap. He stared into her deep brown eyes, witnessing the desire flare.
    Jackson’s hands wrapped around the back of her neck, pulling her in, capturing her in his hold. He watched as she wet her lips a second before his mouth took possession. It was hot, wet and incendiary. There was no other way to describe the chemical reaction between them. And he felt like he’d explode from the burn it caused.
    He could have kept kissing her all night, the banquet be damned, because he wanted her that much. But they were also parked in a public location, with people coming and going in every direction, and they were easily visible to anyone who looked in. So Jackson did what was necessary and pulled away, pleased with himself when she let out a sigh of regret.
    “But maybe, Sasha…just maybe, I want to renegotiate the terms of that agreement with you.”
    And from the look in her eyes, she knew exactly what agreement he was referring to.

Chapter Seven
     
    Who knew that Mitch Camden and Jackson Koda, partners in Camden Ventures, were such hot shit in the field of green