Fallen Heirs (Windsor Academy 3)
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Jazz’s chocolate eyes twinkle. “You’re a pain in the ass.”
I slide my hand between Jazz’s round cheeks, dipping lower to gather her arousal before pressing an index finger against her puckered hole. “I’d love to show you what a pain in the ass really feels like. Although, I promise the pain part won’t last long.”
Jazz squirms in my arms as I work the digit in, the water making our bodies extr
a slippery. “Fuck. If it feels even close to that good, I’ll let you do it in a heartbeat.”
I move the finger I have in her ass in tandem with my dick in her pussy. “Have I ever made anything not feel good when I’m inside of you?”
“Nope,” Jazz pants. “You’re definitely great at the sexing.”
I laugh. “Good to know. Now, you were saying?” My finger slides out of her ass, my palms cupping the firm globes as I stop moving entirely. “Jazz. Look at me.”
She cups my jaw again, leaning forward to kiss each one of my eyelids, then my cheeks. Our lips touch briefly before she pulls back and meets my gaze. “I love you, too, Kingston.”
I couldn’t fight the smile stretching across my face if I tried. “Yeah?”
Jazz nods. “Yeah.”
“Good.” I squeeze her ass cheeks. “Because if you didn’t, that would’ve been really fucking awkward.”
She laughs, which makes her pussy vibrate around me.
I groan. “No more talking. Let’s finish up here so we can go back to my place and do it again.”
“That sounds like an excellent plan.” Jazz winks.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
JAZZ
“Hello?”
“Hi, is this Jasmine Rivera?”
“It is,” I confirm. “But please, call me Jazz.”
“Hi, Jazz. My name is Misha. I’m the manager at Calabasas Coffee. Are you still interested in the barista job we have open?”
“I am,” I say excitedly. “Very much so.”
“Great. When can you come in for an interview?”
“I get out of school at two-thirty each day, so any time after then would be fine.”
“Perfect. How about three o’clock tomorrow afternoon?”
“Awesome. Thank you for the opportunity.”
“I look forward to meeting you, Jazz.”
I end the call and set my phone on the breakfast bar.
“Who was that?” Kingston slides a plate of scrambled eggs in front of me.
“The manager at Calabasas Coffee. I have an interview tomorrow at three.”
He frowns. “Why do you have a job interview? I didn’t even know you were applying for jobs.”