"You should've warned me that there was a hot tub." As I discarded my blouse and jeans onto the balcony, leaving me in nothing but my undergarments, Jameson offered me a hand.
"Hate to break it to you, Heiress," Jameson murmured, helping me down into the bubbling water, "but this is a jacuzzi, not a hot tub."
I smiled, settling beside him. "Smart ass."
Grinning, he settled beside me and hiked my legs over his lap. Like me, Jameson had discarded his clothes, leaving him in a pair of black boxers.
Neither of us had brought bathing suits, and Jameson was to blame.
"If you'd prefer to not ruin these," he said, skating his fingers over the waistband of my underwear, "skinny dipping is always an option."
A devilish glint shimmered in his eyes.
I doused the flame not because I didn't want to, but because our suite was hovering over the entire city of Austin. I'm sure the pedestrians hundreds of feet below had already identified us.
Because they always did.
I was the richest teenager on the planet, and quite frankly, the paparazzi wasn't a joke.
"You're insufferable," I murmured to him.
"I'm a Hawthorne. What can you expect?"
Smiling lightly, I kissed him.
Jameson turned what might have been a chaste kiss into a rampage on my lips.
But he was a Hawthorne.
What else could I expect?
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FanfictionWhat life looks like for Jameson and Avery after The Final Gambit ** characters belong to Jennifer Lynn Barnes
