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“Let me take you upstairs,” he rasps and goes to lift me.

“No,” I beg. “Here, take me here.” I am too lost in this moment, lost in him to move. I hook my fingers into his boxers and push them down, watching them fall to the floor, licking my lips as his hard length glistens with pre cum.

I run my fingers down his six-pack and back up again, tracing the lines of his abs with my index finger, moving along to trace the outline of his military tattoo. I can see him battling with his decision. Does he carry me upstairs or does he fuck me right here?

“Jack.” I lock eyes with him.

“Please, fuck me.” I’m surprised at my own bravery, but my words seem to be his undoing.

He grabs my hips as if he’s lost control. Lining up against my entrance, he looks down at me, his gaze heated, and then he slams into me. I let out a scream, but not one of pain; it’s one of utter pleasure. He’s never been this rough with me, but God, if it’s not the best thing I’ve ever experienced.

“You like that, baby?”

“Yes, don't stop,” I rasp

“Hold on then, sweetheart.”

I grip the counter as he continues his deep thrusts and I think my eyes do a full roll in my head. The pleasure is out of this world. I didn't know it could feel this way. His punishing strokes causing my orgasm to build again. I grip my breast and tug at my nipples, needing the friction.

“You're so tight, baby. Fuck, you feel incredible.”

How does sex feel this good?I am almost at the peak of my pleasure when Jack quickens the pace and reaches down and lightly flicks my clit and it’s like a button to detonate my orgasm. I thrash around and moan.

His name falls from my lips like a prayer as he throws his head back, gripping my hips so tightly he’ll mark me. His hot cum fills me and the sensation has me feeling breathless and dizzy. I have never felt so calm and yet on fire all at the same time, and I know deep in my bones that he is the one for me. He falls forward, his head on my chest as we both ride the waves of pleasure that pulses between us. His sweat-sheened face lays against my sticky breasts. I lift my arms, which have a delicious ache to them, my body utterly spent and run my hands through his hair as we breathe in a synchronized rhythm.

He slowly rises, our skin peeling apart as he slides out of me, the loss making me wince. He wraps his arms underneath me and pulls me to a seated position, pressing his lips to mine.

I match his actions and kiss him back like my ability to breathe relied on his kiss alone. Kissing Jack always has my toes curling and my body humming, but after this, having no barrier between us has shifted things between us. I want to tell him how I truly feel about him, but I am so scared to want him like I do, to be happy. But as much as I want to believe I deserve this, I’d earned this happiness, I can’t ignore the little voice in my head that tells me I don't. Because to be loved by Jack would be everything.

He breaks our kiss, pressing his forehead to mine I grip the back of his neck, needing to be close to him as we both fight to steady our breathing.

“Ri, I… I can’t.” He swallows hard, obviously struggling to find his words. What is he trying to say? Panic rises in my throat, but before I can speak, I hear him.

“I can’t just be your friend anymore. I want more. I want you. I need you. I want you to be mine.” He kisses me again. A flutter explodes in my chest at his admission, which works its way down to my core.

“I know it's messy and complicated, but I want you anyway, no matter what. I know you’re gonna tell yourself you shouldn't, but Ri, I can't pretend I’m okay with just being your friend anymore.”

I wet my lips and swallow, my throat suddenly feeling dry as I whisper, “I want more too, but it’s so—” He breaks my rambling with a kiss.

“Stop, we’ll figure it all. I just need you to know that I’m yours. I’m all in and I’m not going anywhere. We’ll take it slow, but, sweetheart, I can’t go another day without calling you mine.”

My heart is free falling as I process his words.

Mine.

No man has ever said words to me with such meaning. I might be a little broken but maybe there is some beauty in that. A beauty that he sees. Last night proved to me that in my darkest hour, he didn't leave me. I didn't run, and he stayed and that's all I’ve ever wanted.

“I’m yours.”

Chapter Thirty-Four

Jack

She's mine. Having Ria officially as mine has filled a void in my life that I didn't know was there. We've fallen into a comfortable routine of spending time at hers with the girls and nights at mine after work on the weekends when they are with Alex and his parents. I know she wants to take it slow and wait till she’s officially divorced, and I respect that, but I’d be lying if I said that didn't bother me. I want to shout from the rooftops that Ria Kennedy is mine, but Ria begged me to keep things professional at work and I begrudgingly agreed.

Business has been booming and there is talk of us opening up another club, but deciding on a location is proving difficult. Do we stay stateside or take a real risk and go overseas? We have some meetings with potential investors and in order to get themto agree we need to make sure everything is above board, so today we have all staff in for various training, including Ria.

I finish my coffee as I sit at my desk surrounded by paperwork, trying to get my head around these potential locations when I hear a little tap at my office door.

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