Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run novel Chapter 845

Her office was tiny—no break room, nowhere to hide. If they did anything reckless here, anyone dropping by would see it all.

But Jackson didn’t care one bit. He scooped her up, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he strode to the door and locked it with a sharp click.

“Jackson!”

Before she could even finish saying his name, he pressed her against the door. “What? Didn’t you say twenty times yourself?”

Her chest rose and fell, breathless and annoyed. She’d never met anyone so outrageous.

“Can’t we wait for tonight? Let’s go to that hotel we used last time.”

“Nope. I think right here is perfect.”

She clenched her jaw, face flushing from pale to bright red and back. “I have a meeting soon!”

“Cancel it. This is way more important.”

“Jackson, what if you were working and I barged in on you for this? How would you feel?”

He just grinned. “I’d be thrilled.”

“You—!”

She couldn’t win against someone so shameless. The second the word left her lips, his mouth was on hers. He’d wanted her like this for so long—now he couldn’t stop kissing her everywhere.

Someone knocked outside, calling out that her meeting was starting.

She forced herself to stay quiet, cheeks burning, tilting her head back in frustration. She could honestly strangle Jackson right now.

“Kaitlyn?”

Another knock, this time curious. She never locked her door before. Everyone had seen Jackson follow her in. The ones who knew who he was looked worried—after all, Jackson was married.

Anyone who kept up with Dawson family gossip knew the young master had been forced into a marriage, then disappeared overseas for three years.

She barely noticed when he moved her from the door to the little sofa, then from the sofa to her desk.

Two hours later, she finally gave in.

“Jackson, enough. Are you happy now?”

His cheeks were flushed, shirt and suit completely askew.

He lifted her chin. “Not even close.”

“Don’t push it.”

“Kaitlyn, you know what? The moment I tasted you, I realized your husband must be useless. Otherwise, how could you be so—”

He leaned in, whispered the word in her ear, and watched her blush flare up instantly. Only then did he look satisfied.

He held her tight, ready to keep going, but she slapped him.

She didn’t answer. She almost called her male co-star for help, but with the state she was in—covered in marks—there was no way she could go home.

Jackson leaned in, grinning. “Why don’t we just go to our usual hotel?”

Her eyelid twitched. She looked at him, took a deep breath. “Thanks for the trouble, Jackson.”

One down, nineteen to go. The sooner she finished, the sooner he’d be out of her life.

But at the hotel, Jackson didn’t touch her. After her shower, she found him freshly washed, sitting on the sofa and texting someone.

Kaitlyn couldn’t care less who he was messaging. She walked right over, leaned down to kiss him.

A glint of surprise flashed in his eyes. He almost asked why she was suddenly being so forward, but then he noticed how calm her eyes were—she was just trying to get through the twenty times, nothing more.

His face darkened. He placed a hand on her shoulder and gently pushed her away.

Kaitlyn frowned. Was this guy, who was usually all over her, suddenly holding back?

“What’s wrong?”

She leaned down for another kiss, but he dodged her.

“Jackson, what, can’t keep up anymore?”

He laughed, gripping her chin. “A real man never admits that. But I know what you’re trying to do, so cut it out. If you start it, it doesn’t count. Only the ones I start count.”