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“Great. Because I want you all to myself. Every last inch of you. You’re mine.” He cups my arse and squeezes, and I let out a tiny yelp. “No threesomes. Got it?”
My face splits in a smile. “Yes.”
“Then let’s go home and fuck until dawn. Sound good?”
“Sounds fucking brilliant.”
When I wake the following morning, wrapped up in Jack’s luxurious sheets, he’s lying beside me, watching me.
“Hey there,” he says, his voice low, and his face a vision of happiness.
In the beam of his admiration, a pleasant, tingling warmth fills my body. I’ve never felt like this with anyone before. It’s as if there is no other place in the world I fit as well as I do here, in Jack Lansen’s bed. He strokes a fingertip over my shoulder and down my arm, and the sensation only increases.
“You’ve brushed your teeth,” I whisper. “You’re all minty fresh.”
“Obviously.” He kisses me again.
“But I’m not,” I say, pulling away.
“I don’t give a fuck. Come here.” He pulls me against him, and he’s hard and warm andfuck me,I think I love him.
But before I get carried away, there’s a matter that does need attention. “About those photos…”
He smiles, and I feel it against my mouth. “You want to see how hot you are?” he mumbles against my lips.
He reaches for his phone on the bedside table, opens the screen and orients it so we can both see the images as he scrolls.Woah. They’re explicit. Some of them are porn-worthy, but others are tasteful. Some of them are beautiful. The light, the piano, my skin, my hair, my boots.
“We should probably delete these,” I tell him, even as arousal trickles through me, seeing myself as Jack must have seen me. I flick to the next one, which is a photo he took between my legs. “We should definitely delete them.”
“Yeah. Sure,” Jack says, but his focus is on the photos, as if he wants to soak them up before he agrees to get rid of them.
“I’m serious. Promise me you’ll delete them.”
He groans. “I like them.” He leans in and runs his tongue up the side of my neck. “But okay.”
All of a sudden, the memories of last night hit hard, and my clit is beating an incessant rhythm and I can’t wait anymore.I need him.I tease the phone from his hands and put it on the bedside table, wanting him to focus on me. The real, present moment, me.
“Fuck me,” I order. “Right now.”
He props himself up on his elbow, his eyes flashing fire, and I know I have his full attention. “Again?”
“Again,” I confirm, and as he slides his hand between my legs, I forget about the photos.
26
JACK
“What’s our story?” Elly asks. She’s trying for casual, but I can see right through the act. “Are we telling people?”
She sounds nervous and refuses to look at me as she busies herself in the kitchen, making some strange concoction for breakfast. I suspect it’s pancakes, although I’m pretty sure I saw some chickpeas get mixed in there, so I’m a bit dubious, but she’s wearing that pretty pink silk underwear set, so I’m happy to watch.
We’ve been fucking, almost constantly, for ten days. It’s been glorious, and I can’t get home from the office soon enough. I’m definitely sleep deprived, but it’s worth it. “You mean, are we going to announce ourselves as a couple at the charity fundraiser for my dad?”
Elly frowns. “Not appropriate?” I smile at her because I can’t help it. She’s licking a wooden spoon in long swipes with the flat of her tongue and it has all sorts of inappropriate thoughts racing through my head. “We’re arriving together,” she continues, “so I thought maybe we’d have to explain it.”
“We live together. We don’t have to explain anything. It makes total sense that we’d arrive together.”
Elly stirs the batter she’s making more vigorously, and I know she disagrees.