89 A desire

Jackson's dog definitely likes to push him around, and the sound of his alarm clock means one thing . . . time for his human to feed him. “Not now Xerx, you’ll get your food soon. But you won’t get as much if you don’t stop barking,” Jackson tells him. Xerxes yaps one more time then goes quiet, rolling onto his back and offering his belly for a rub. He was a regular belly rub slut. Jackson shakes his head at his antics, rubbing gently and cooing a kind ‘good morning’. Once he was calmed down, he lies back in bed with his arm behind his head and thinks about his dream . . . and last night. Monica’s lips and tongue, the way she tasted, and her responsiveness are seared into his little brain. None of it’s helpful for his hard-on that has returned, pulsing and leaking underneath the sheet.

Following Monica to the club and pursuing her was a spontaneous decision, the kiss even more so. Professionally, it probably was not the best

move, but personally, Jackson loved every second of it. The