Chapter 165

Jackson got on the other side and pulled it down, letting it join the pile of covers I'd left on the floor. He took the pillow case off one of the pillows as I removed the other. I pulled out clean sheets and a different bedspread and we worked together to make up the bed.

"You could put on some clothes," he said, tucking the bedspread around the pillow on his side.

I glanced down and saw I didn't have a stitch on. I looked at him and noticed he had a hard-on. Oops.

"Why?" I asked. "You've seen me naked. You've seen me fucking, both in movies and live today, both men and women. I have nothing left to hide from you."

"Because I'd like to talk to your face and I find myself staring at your boobs all the time. It's impolite. My mama would call it downright rude."

I laughed. "You're mama is right. It is rude and I'll put on a nightshirt, if that's okay with you."<