Page 25 of Power Struggle

“Jack,” I whisper.

“So good. So perfect. Mine.” I shudder. He tugs my hair gently until I blink up at him. “Say it,” he murmurs, swallowing. “Say you’re mine.” My heart thumps for a whole new reason, but I can’t find a single thing to say other than the one word rolling around on my tongue.

“Yours.”

He grins and presses his lips to mine. The angle is awkward, and my pussy is dripping onto the sheets, but I don’t care. We kiss slowly, softly, until our breath evens and our bodies relax. His hips roll once, twice, making us both groan.

“What are you doing?” I giggle.

Jack drops his head into the crook of my neck and lets out a confused, annoyed groan. “Making sure my cum has a chance to get where it needs to go.” I wait for him to say he’s kidding, but he doesn’t, and it only makes me laugh that much louder.

“Jackson,” I choke out between chuckles. “I have an IUD. The only place your cum is going is to its grave.”

He thrusts and bites my neck. “Don’t say that. They’ll hear you,” he hisses. I roll my eyes. “I can’t help it,” he murmurs. “I have this sudden sick fascination with seeing you round and pregnant.” I shudder. “Do you want kids, Addy?”

“This is a super weird conversation to have with your dick still in me,” I murmur, deflecting. I do want kids, but the sudden panic at the way my body will change makes me want to puke. It’s selfish and messed up, but again, I’m working on it. Swallowing, I ask a question I’d been thinking about earlier, mostly to change the subject. “Why didn’t you just spank and fuck me in the other room? Why did you carry me in here?”

He leans up, which causes his hips to shift and his dick to slip out. We both groan, and his eyes drop to my spread thighs, where I’m sure I’m leaking our combined releases. His fingers find my pussy, and before I realize what he’s doing, I feel him fingering me again. I shiver, too overstimulated to be pleased right now.

“Jack,” I protest, trying to pull away.

He presses down on my back and tuts at me. “Just give me a minute.” I shiver. “I brought you in here because the other room is a literal sub-space. It’s a safe place for you or me to decompress and come back to our baseline. This is a playroom, and what I did to you didn’t belong anywhere but in here.” He finally pulls his fingers free with a satisfied grunt.

“What was that for?” I murmur, accepting his hand when he helps me up.

Grinning, he runs his cum coated fingers over my lips. “Open up, Addison.”

I chuckle, unable to help myself from taunting him. “Just this once,” I purr. “Only because you were such a good boy and fucked me so well.”

Jack grunts, rolling his eyes. “You can’t just shut up and do what you’re told, can you?”

I wink and lick my lips. “Maybe you should fill my mouth up.”

Growling, he shoves his fingers deep into my throat until I’m choking. My eyes gape, and he snickers. Asshole. “I was making sure my cum stayed where it belongs,” he finally answers with a nonchalant shrug.

Holy shit.

The possessive, crazy bastard really is trying to knock me up. I fight a grin.

I love him.

Chapter Seventeen

The first thing I notice is the obvious feeling of someone staring at me. The second is the slight weight blanketing my body. My eyes blink open slowly. The room is dark, illuminated only by the electric fireplace on the opposite side of the couch. All of the candles have long since gone out. I hadn’t meant for us to sleep in here all night. An ache forms in the pit of my stomach. Addy deserves a plush bed, not a couch. But before any negative feelings can settle in, my eyes lock on Addison’s bright blue’s as she greets me with her beautiful smiling face. My heart clenches painfully, and I suck in a sharp breath.

“Every morning,” I whisper. She tilts her head to the side adorably. Her long blonde hair, that I spent a good hour detangling for her last night after fucking her again, spills over her naked chest. “I want to wake up like this every morning.”

She swallows thickly before shaking it off with a giggle. “What, with my naked body on top of your hard dick?”

I groan, thrusting my hips up when I realize she’s right. Easy. It would be so easy to slip inside of her. But not yet. Not until I make sure she understands. I shake my head and palm her neck, dragging her face to me. “No, Princess,” I murmur, loving the way her eyes flare at the nickname. “With the love of my life in my arms.”

She whimpers, but I smother the sound with my mouth. Kissing her now, in the light of day, with her happy, relaxed body covering mine, is more than I ever imagined I’d have in this life. With every ebb and flow of my lips, I try to tell her what I’m feeling. It’s so much. More than should be possible.

Addison Hughes dug her way into my mind with one look six years ago. She engrained herself in my heart with one sassy comeback and glare. Then, she went and burrowed inside of me when she finally let her walls down last night. Now, she’s in my bones–deep down to the very marrow…and she’s never getting out. There are no bounds to what I’d give her–do for her.

We lose ourselves in each other, kissing languidly like we have all the time in the world. When we finally pull ourselves apart, we’re panting heavily and looking at each other with glossy eyes. Leaning back and putting a few inches of space between us, she inhales a deep breath that has my body tensing and my heart pounding for a whole new reason.

“Jackson,” she murmurs, licking her pink, swollen lips. Her gaze flicks to mine, and I immediately recognize the look there. She’s open and vulnerable right now. Fully exposed, hiding nothing from me. It renders me speechless, so I just nod. “I have to apologize to you.” I open my mouth to stop her, not liking the sound of that, but she presses her tiny finger to my lips, effectively silencing me. “No, please. Let me say this.”

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