Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 89878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
“Shhh… I know. It doesn’t matter anymore.”
“Jackson, it does. He may not have gotten what he wanted, but he meant what he said. He’s going to follow through with this threat.” Her eyes meet mine, worry still clouding her expression. “He’s going to tell Noah about us. He’s going to hate you. And this will all be my fault. I’ve caused all—”
I’m on her in seconds, cupping her jaw and forcing her eyes to mine. “Don’t say that.”
“But it’s true. I’ve caused such a mess—”
I press against her shoulders, guiding her to lie back. I settle over her, brushing my hand up her side, reveling in the way her body shivers at my touch. My cock instantly swells, pressing against her leggings. I desperately want to thrust deep inside her sweet pussy, but I have to force myself to focus. She has to hear everything I have to say. “You’re done blaming yourself, you hear me? I won’t listen to another word of it. This will be the last time I say this: this is not—on—you.” She averts her gaze, but I stop her with a touch to her chin, pulling her eyes back to me. “Do you hear me?” She doesn’t immediately respond, so I tighten my grip. “Answer me, Peach.”
“I hear you.”
“If I had the chance to rewind time, I’d make the same fucking choice. You’ve become my lifeline.” Her mouth rests in a gasp, and I fight not to kiss it. “This started off as a game—an erotic game I was willing to play because I couldn’t stop fantasying about shoving my cock in every one of your holes. I’ve wanted to own you since I found you in my bedroom. To ruin you, make you mine. Now that I’ve had a taste of your body, your beauty, your mind, I sure as fuck don’t plan on letting you go.”
“What about Noah? About—”
“We’ll figure it out. I don’t have the answers right now. I have no idea how to handle this. But we—will—do—it—together. Do you understand me?”
Emotion wells in her eyes as she nods. I catch the tear that slips free, brushing it away with my thumb.
“Peach, I need to ask you something serious, okay?”
I feel her body tense. “What is it?”
“Did Vince ever mention the word Finch?”
Her brow furrows, confusion flickering across her face. She shakes her head. “No. Why? What is that?”
“Nothing. Just… sensitive information. If it ever got out, it could cause serious damage. I just needed to be sure he only knew about the ledger—not the USB.”
“He only asked about the ledger,” she says quickly, her voice barely holding steady. “I swear to you—”
I cup her cheeks, grounding her. “I believe you.” I kiss her softly, letting the silence settle for a beat. “Now… before I ruined you last night, you were about to say something. I want you to say it now.”
“What—?”
“Don’t get shy on me, Peach. I want to hear it.”
She sucks in her bottom lip, and my cock flexes against her stomach. “I… I love you.”
The air leaves my lungs at those three words. I never imagined myself saying it again in this lifetime. I claim her mouth, kissing her with urgency, intent. Deep and erotic, her confession zapping between us. I pull away, finding her eyes filled with desire and love, and I swear, I want to beat my chest, knowing I’ve claimed the most forbidden fruit. “Say it again.”
“I love you, Jackson.”
Fuck, that’ll never get old. “Good thing. The feeling’s mutual.” Her eyes flicker with confusion. “You heard me, right? I love you. All of you. Now, I’m sorry, but I have to fuck you. I need you to know exactly who you belong to.” I brush my lips over hers quickly, then pull back. “Undress for me, pet.”
She sits up, her eyes hooded, and lifts her shirt over her head, granting me the perfect view of her tits. My tits. I grab her legs and pull her to the end of the bed, removing her leggings until I’m staring at perfection. Her cunt glistens for me. “Fuck, you’re a sight.” As much as I want to go slow with her, there’s only one thing on my mind, and it’s primal. Dark. I take what’s mine and run my tongue over her slit. My finger slides into her warmth, and a growl of pleasure leaves my lips.
“Jackson, please.” God, I love it when she begs. It’s music to my ears.
“Tell me, Peach.” I circle my finger around her clit and grab her hip with my free hand to hold her in place. “My greedy girl, tell me, when I saw you with my son last night, nothing happened. Did he get a taste of what’s mine?”
“No.” She squirms in my hold.
I grant her another finger, shoving deep. “You’re not lying, are you? Because if I found out someone got to taste what’s mine—”