I pull back just enough to see Jazz blink twice. She gasps when my mouth presses against her neck, lightly s
ucking on the delicate skin. I’m doing this for appearances, but once my lips are on her, I can’t seem to help myself.
Her back arches slightly when my tongue snakes out. “Kingston, what are you doing?”
I groan at the sound of her breathy voice. The last time I heard it, I was balls deep inside of her. “Come back to my place. I fucking miss you when you’re not with me.” It’s a true statement, but the words are meant to be heard by anyone watching. I nibble on her earlobe before lowering my voice again. “I need an excuse for both of us to be in the bathroom so we can talk. Just run with it, okay?”
She cups her hands on either side of my jaw and gives me a slight nod. Jazz shivers when my hand glides up her side, lightly brushing her breast.
“Didn’t you say you wanted to take a shower? I could wash your back for you.”
She casually looks in the direction of her closet then the bathroom door. “Oh, can you now?”
I smile. “I’m selfless like that.”
Fuck, I really wish I didn’t plant that visual in my brain. Now, I can’t stop picturing Jazz in the shower, her naked body all wet and soapy. She smiles coyly as I take her hand and lead her into the bathroom.
Jazz takes a seat on the vanity bench while I run the water. There isn't anywhere else to sit nearby, so I lower my body to the floor directly across from her, leaning against the shower’s glass door.
“Are you sure it’s a camera? Someone’s definitely watching me?”
“I’m positive, Jazz, but who the fuck knows how long it’s been there? Maybe it’s not even recording, but maybe someone’s been watching you the entire time you’ve lived here. I need to talk to John and see if we can trace the feed somehow.”
“If that’s been there the entire time...that means someone has seen me naked many times. They’ve seen me...” Jazz closes her eyes briefly. “God, I feel so violated.”
I remain silent, giving her time to process everything.
“I’m going to be sick.” Suddenly, she darts across the room just in time to make it to the toilet.
I gather her long hair into my hands as she loses her breakfast to the porcelain gods. Fuck, after everything Jazz has been through lately, I’m surprised it took her this long to break down. It just goes to show you how strong she is.
When she has nothing left, I wet the corner of a hand towel and pass it to her. Jazz wipes her face and makes her way to the sink to rinse her mouth and brush her teeth.
Jazz takes a few deep breaths before sitting in front of the vanity again. She doesn't look green anymore, but she's fidgeting like crazy.
Her chocolate eyes widen. “Do you think my sperm donor had it installed? Do you think he’s been watching me to see if I know anything?”
“We already know his moral code is lacking. Charles Callahan would have no qualms about invading your privacy if he had reason to believe you knew something that could incriminate him.”
Jazz props her elbows on her knees and hangs her head in her hands. “What am I supposed to do? I’m so fucking creeped out right now.”
“You could stay with me,” I suggest.
She raises her head. “But if I did that, I wouldn’t be able to keep my eye on them to see if they do or say anything suspicious.”
"Jazz, you don't need to be the martyr. You shouldn't risk your safety or put yourself in a situation that makes you so uncomfortable. There are other ways to get information."
She shakes her head. “I need to know what happened with my mom, Kingston. I need to know who’s responsible for what happened in that forest. If that means I need to place myself in a precarious situation for a while, that’s what needs to happen.”
“I disagree.”
Jazz straightens her spine and lifts her chin. “Well, that’s not for you to decide, is it?”
I bite the inside of my cheek. "Jazz, don't be stupid. If Charles suspects you might be a threat, he's more of a danger than I originally thought. Stay with me, and we'll figure it out from there."
She shoots laser beams at me with her eyes. “Don’t tell me what to do.”
Jesus fuck, she’s exasperating.