Mikeia quickly regained her composure, a saccharine smile curling her lips as she eyed Jackie and Sandra. "San," she drawled, "seems you're still glued to Jackie's hip after all these years - throwing tantrums for him to carry you like a child."
Sandra's cheeks burned. She shifted to escape his lap, but Jackie suddenly nipped at her neck, his teeth scraping the delicate skin just shy of breaking it.
"Still throwing tantrums?" His nose traced the column of her throat, breath searing against her fluttering pulse.
As Sandra raised a hand to push him away, his warning came low and dangerous: "Given up on your little dream already?"
The threat worked instantly. Sandra slumped back onto his thighs, forcing sweetness into her voice. "Jace-ge, I'll cooperate." She nearly bit through her tongue
