A Match Made in Vegas Read Online Crystal Kaswell

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I rock against him.

His hand goes to my chest.

My entire body sings with bliss.

“Fuck,” he breathes. “Daph.”

“I win.”

He nods. “We should get out of here before we get kicked out.”

“Are you going to do something to get us kicked out?”

“Yes.” His voice drops to that same stern tone.

“What’s that?”

“Fuck you.”

“That’s what I was going to demand as my prize.” I run my hands around his neck. “You. Inside me.”

Chapter Eighteen

Daphne

Jackson’s eyes go wide. He nods with need and helps me into my clothes.

We slip out of the room as quietly as possible.

He calls the limo. We meet the driver out front. The man helps us into the car.

And then we’re alone.

Together.

A place we can do whatever we want.

I change the music to a proper dance song, like the one we were just listening to. Thank god Cassie shares all her playlists. She has a selection for every mood. This one is fucking in the clubs, and it's just right.

I don't even care I'm using it to fuck her brother. I'm out of my mind, and I don't care about that either.

I drop my phone in my purse and check my pocket for what I need. It's there, but I want to do this first—

I move a little closer. I let my hand go to his thigh. "How do you normally do this?"

"Fuck." His eyelids press together. "I'm gonna come fast. I'm revved up."

My sex clenches. I like the thought of him on the edge. He wants me that much. He's out of his mind too. "Good."

He sits up a little straighter as he opens his eyes. "You're bossy for someone who wants a Dom." There's no judgment in his voice. Only curiosity.

I want to answer it. I want to return my own. And, well— "Isn't that a thing?"

"A brat, yeah," he says. "I don't usually go for brats."

A brat. That sounds like a porn term. Probably for some kind of jailbait thing. But that's not what we're doing here. This is different. "How does that work?"

"I order you around. You deny it."

Like a defiant kid. Only all grown up. The thought makes my entire body warm. I want to try this with him. I want to try everything with him. "Show me."

He swallows hard. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah."

Jackson nods in the stern, in control way he does in my head. Somehow, he sits up even straighter. His voice shifts too. A tone that's somehow dripping with demand and desire. "Get on your knees."

Part of me wants to fold. Bend. To let my thoughts dissolve as I do exactly what he asks. But another part wants to defy him. Tease him the way he's teasing me. "Like this?" I shift up onto my knees on the back seat. On my knees, yes, but not in position to suck him off.

His pupils go wide. His voice shifts toward the friend I know. Or maybe the lover I'm about to fuck. The one who explains the rules not the one playing the game. "That's a good start, yeah."

I hold his gaze as I roll my dress off my shoulders.

He watches as I reveal my breasts. "You're a fast learner."

"Stop me if I'm getting this wrong."

He nods. "I will. But you won't."

Something passes between us. An understanding. A trust. It's sexual, yes, but it's deeper too. It warms me someplace I'm usually cold.

I don't admit my deepest desires. I don't trust anyone with him. I don't let go like this.

But somehow, here, I can release control and take it at once.

I nod.

And, in an instant, he switches modes. To the stern man who's desperate to have his way with me. "On the floor. On your knees."

My body begs me to relent. To do whatever he wants. Anything he wants. But it's easy to talk back to him. It feels even better than giving in to him. "Why should I?"

His pupils dilate. He sits back, surprised by how much he likes it, how much he wants it too. And then he falls into it completely.

There's no line between what he wants and what he says.

And there's nothing between my needs and my actions either.

We're perfectly in flow.

Jackson brings his hand to my chest and draws a circle around my nipple. "You should follow orders." His gaze dips to my breasts. "Because I won't fuck you until you do." He draws the shape again.

My sex clenches.

My body hums.

Jackson finds the posture he needs. The tone. "Because bad girls get punished."

Yes. That. Now. "What if I want to be punished?" No. Later. And now. I want everything all at once. But one thing at a time. The thing I want the most.

"Try me," he dares.

I swallow hard. Yes. This is exactly it. This is the thing I want the most. But how does it go?

He notices my hesitation. Leans into it. "I'll ask one more time. On the floor. On your knees."


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