8. Please Me

Third Person

Seth cocked a challenging brow. “I swear to God, man, if you keep complaining about not having anyone to fuck, I’ll call your bluff and fuck you myself.”

The other man smirked. “Sorry, you’re not my type.”

“Bullshit. I’m everyone’s type.”

As amusing as Jackson found the exchange, he was eager to get going. He still had to go home and shower before he headed over to Mia’s apartment. They would only have two hours of alone time before Danny came home from football practice, and Jackson wanted to make use of every second he had her to himself.

With a hurried goodbye to his teammates, he got into his truck and hightailed it out of the lot. He didn’t usually speed, but today he found himself going thirty over the limit. The anticipation coursing through his body confirmed what he’d already known—he had it bad. He was tired as heck, hungry enough to pass out, yet he was so eager to see his sexy gardener that his sore muscles and grumbling stomach barely made a blip on his ra