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Surrender – Voyeur

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Fiona Cole

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Who knew planning a wedding could be so hard?

He said yes and that had been all that mattered.

So why did he give excuse after excuse to not set a date to say our “I dos”?

Why wasn’t he my husband yet?

I didn’t know, but by the end of the night, I was going to find out.

No matter what tactics I had to use. Even if they were dirty.

Especially if they were dirty.

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Fiona Cole

1

Jake

“Mom, this dinner is delicious, as always,” I complimented, the rich tomato sauce from the lasagna almost making me moan with each bite.

“I totally agree, Joanne. Your cooking is always a treat.” Jackson took a bite and didn’t hold back his moan. It wasn’t meant to be sexual, but I couldn’t hear that sound and not immediately think of all the ways I could make him do it again. “It’s a shame you didn’t pass your cooking skills on to Jake.”

“Ha. Ha,” I mocked.

He looked across the table and winked before taking another bite, making sure I was watching when he slicked his tongue across his lips. He was playing with fire and knew it. I couldn’t wait to get him home and force him to his knees before filling his mouth, making him moan around my cock. And I knew he’d return the favor, making me love every second.

This man was my best friend—my fiancé. I looked at him and my heart tripped over itself, beating harder with all the love I had. Who knew how much things could change in a year? My lips tipped up slightly when I thought of all the changes he brought to my life.

Hell, this time last year, I was engaged to Carina. So sure of my future. So sure of who I was as a man—a straight man.

Until I saw Jackson again.

He’d flipped my world upside down without even trying, making me realize that was the way I was supposed to be the whole time. I loved him more than I thought possible and he held my hand through every step I fought to accepting myself.

“I told you, Jackson, call me Mom,” my mom admonished.

“Yes, Mom.”

“And where is that brother of yours?” she asked with a raised brow.

“He’s on a date tonight. He was bummed to miss your food. I was sure he was about to cancel his date, but well…he’s Andrew.”

“Yes, ever since he began walking again, he’s been very…active.”

That was a polite way of putting it. Andrew had done a lot of physical therapy over the past year and got some mobility back in his legs, allowing him to use arm braces to walk. He said it was just enough of an injury to bring the ladies in.

“Yeah. Active,” Jackson said dryly.

“Well, I’ll be sure to send you home with some leftovers for him.”

“Thank you, Joa—Mom.”

We finished the rest of dinner with small talk about how our week had been. It was all normal and perfect.

But it was hard to focus on the conversation with Jackson constantly making innuendos and eye-fucking me across the table. The way he ate the breadstick almost had me demanding he follow me to the bathroom right fucking now.

My mom was oblivious as she sipped her wine and laughed at Jackson’s stories about the bar he co-owned.

“I can’t eat another bite.” Jackson rubbed a hand down his firm chest and leaned back before patting his washboard stomach. He rubbed his hand back up his chest and held my stare with heated eyes. I wanted to jump up from the table and leave now, but I needed a moment to get my cock under control before I scarred my mom with the boner trying to burst through my zipper to get to Jackson.

I opened my mouth to make an excuse to get out of here, but my mom beat me to the punch.

“Now, time for dessert,” she exclaimed, clapping her hands.

“Mom, I’d love to but—”

“I won’t have it. I picked up some stuff especially for you,” she said before walking through the doorway to the kitchen.

“Eager to get home, baby?” Jackson asked, a sly smirk on his full lips.

“Not really. Why?” I aimed for indifference, but the way I had to swallow the saliva building in my mouth gave away how close I was to drooling over him.

“I figured you’d be eager to get home so I can bend you over the couch and fuck that tight ass of yours.”

I scoffed. I loved this game with him. “You can try. I’ll have you pinned to the wall within two seconds of stepping through the door.”

“That’s fine. Perfect position for me to shove you to your knees and make you take my cock.”

I couldn’t help it, I groaned. My hand drifted between my legs and squeezed my throbbing length. Jackson watched the movement and it was his turn to swallow.

“God, I can’t wait to be inside you,” I said breathlessly. “Any way I can. Your ass or mouth. I just need you.”

His fists clenched on the tabletop and I think we were both about to jump up and leave without saying goodbye. Hell, we’d probably have to stop halfway home just to relieve the intense ache.

“So, I happened to be at a bakery,” my mom cut through the thick tension burning between us.


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