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Chapter Eighteen- Bulletproof
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2024-10-29 19:42:56Jackson's POV
The space between us was electrified with tension. If she shared my train of thought it was why she also remained still. Worried that if I were to make the first move there might be a rejection in having misread the situation. Even so, I was buzzing to be near her as it was difficult to sit still. Finally she was the one to break the silence. It wouldn't have mattered what she spoke as my body worked quickly towards her, working off the belt, and pulling her to me in taking yet another risk. “Do you want to listen to-” Without her own belt in place, she was easy to pull towards me. Her lips parted effortlessly and her tongue was quick to join mine as I was allowing myself a specific parameter. Nothing more than a heavy kiss and maybe a graze of exposed skin and it would keep me a gentleman. At least that was what I told myself, even as she began to use my shirt as a way to pull me harder against her.Related chapters
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