Owning Jett Artwork | Lucy Lennox

Warning: If you have not yet read Owning Jett, you may want to hold off on reading further.

This month’s featured artwork is from Chapter 2 of Owning Jett. And if you’re read Locke and Jett’s book, you know it starts off with a fair bit of… heat. 🥵🔥 The delicious tension between these two from the get-go was one of my favorite parts about writing this book.

Today’s scene is from Chapter 2.

Locke

I ran my eyes over the dancer’s fit physique. Cut abs and Adonis belt. Slightly rounded pecs and shoulders. Tanned skin and…

My eyes caught on his brown nipples as he teased them with his fingertips. They crinkled and tightened at his touch. For some reason, that got my attention. Did they remind me of a woman I’d been with? Possibly. Not that I could think of which woman that might be.

I imagined what they would feel like against my tongue. Whether I could make them tighter and harder by sucking on them.

My d*ck began to stir, and I quickly shifted in my seat. What the fuck? Allowing myself to compare him to sexy women I’d been with was a surefire way to lose this damned bet. And that wasn’t happening.

“What made you want to become a dancer?” I asked as disinterestedly as I could. Conversation about work was a guaranteed boner killer for everyone.

He peeled his shorts open further, exposing a surprisingly dull cotton jock. That certainly wasn’t going to turn me on. I’d seen a million of them over the years in various locker rooms and had never gotten hard for one. They reminded me of the grassy, sweaty smell of soccer practice from years ago.

He pushed the shorts down and shimmied out of them, turning to show me his bare ass, which I had to admit was impressive. Squats on the pole clearly worked for him.

“I like to move my body,” he said, backing up until his ass was swaying over my lap. “I like to touch myself.” He turned back to face me and climbed over me again, his knees on either side of my thighs.

Then he lowered his voice to a sultry whisper and leaned in to brush his lips against my ear. “I like to f*ck.”

Ready???

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@seajart captured Jett mid-lap dance in the dimly lit back room at the Candy Bar. Locke is trying in vain to keep a passive face and hands off, but I think we *all know that will be a fruitless effort…