Free More Than Physical (The Physical Series Book Book 2) by Sierra Hill Page A

of hot, dirty sex with Jackson wouldn’t be the end of the world. It didn’t mean she’d lose herself in him. It wouldn’t cause a massive tear in her heart or make her lose her mind in the way she feared. Right? He was only a man. A friend-of-a-friend. A casual acquaintance that she’d fucked one night long ago. He was simply her date for the evening. A wickedly hot, single, smart, handsome, sexy man.
    And the God’s honest truth was that Jackson was a little bit dangerous. And she craved that danger.
    Sasha: Slippery wet. No panties. I might have to touch myself.
    She smiled after she hit send, walking out the beautifully ornate doors of the ladies lounge and back into the lobby. Her eyes surveyed the crowd as she walked back into the room until they landed on Jackson, standing in the middle of a small group, slack-jawed with the phone held in a tight grip. He looked tense. And very, very hard.
    For those around them, completely unaware of the sexting that was taking place, it was probable his bulge would go unnoticed. But to her trained eye, which was keenly aware of the sexual tension brewing, she immediately spotted the thick ridge outlined in his tailored Prada tuxedo. And it sent a thrill of excitement down her spine, and a shot of perverted pleasure, rocketing through her core.
    Jackson hadn’t noticed her walking toward him, and blinked in surprise when she spoke, her voice low and sensual.
    “You really are a glutton for punishment, aren’t you? It’s a shame you have no way of taking care of that,” she commiserated, nodding down to his straining erection. “And you’ll be up on stage in less than thirty minutes.”
    She tsked , wagging her finger in front of his face, giving him a one shoulder shrug before tracing her open mouth with her thumb and index finger. She enjoyed the way his face registered hungry need when he realized what she was implying.
    He let out a mixed cough and groan, his voice raspy and thick when he spoke. “You are a doctor with medical expertise, are you not? You must have some medical advice on how to manage a problem of this magnitude , before I make a spectacle of myself in front of all my cohorts.”
    Sasha tapped her chin with her finger, loving the flirtatious game they were playing. She enjoyed knowing he wanted something from her that only she could give. And she really, really wanted to give.
    “Well, I may have an antidote for the unwanted effects of your particular predicament. But it would require some exposure, which wouldn’t be advisable in our current location.” Her head turned left and right, indicating the crowds of people gathering.
    She felt his gaze burning through her, the need and heat palpable between them. Sasha felt like they were a trapped couple of teenagers with nowhere to go to do the dirty deed. Heading back to his parked car would be uncomfortable. A bathroom stall in a swanky hotel, filled with people he was familiar with, was completely scandalous. And it was unlikely they’d find an unlocked supply closet without getting caught.
    Jackson slid his hands into his front pocket, fiddling with something, as she quirked her eyebrows inquisitively. It turned her on to think maybe he was touching himself like some sort of exhibitionist. But his hand quickly reappeared, with a key card in his grip.
    “If you’ll follow me, Doctor. Your operating table is on the twelfth floor.”
    Damn, she didn’t see that one coming.
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    “We have to be quick. But don’t think for a minute that I won’t get you there with me.”
    Jackson barely recognized his own voice as he pushed his hotel room door open, immediately pressing Sasha against the wall the minute they were alone in the dark, quiet room.
    He had no expectations that his night would turn out this way – he had hoped and fantasized, but never expected anything to come of it. Jackson had actually forgotten about the hotel room he’d been awarded until he checked in at the reception desk.