Page 38 of Jack Frost, CEO

At her sleepy nod, I stand, grab my slacks from the floor, and pad barefoot into the kitchen to fix her a cup exactly the way she likes it. Blonde and sweet, just like her, she joked when I heard her coffee order for the first time.

I take the steaming mug back with me to the bedroom a few minutes later and find Maisie upright with a blanket wrapped around her, but her face is serious. “Jack, we have to talk about what happened. You claim you made a mistake, and I don’t dispute that, but I can’t go on like it never happened. I need you to talk to me, please.”

I hand her the mug, and she takes a sip, looking at me expectantly while I rub the back of my neck before sitting down next to her at the end of the bed. “Okay. Well, you know how I told you that your dad, Gio, and I went to school together? Well, I had a fiancée in my last year. We’d been together for over a year, and I thought I was head over heels in love with the woman, as she was with me. I wasn’t rich like Gio or Antony but was doing well enough for myself. I’d just started my first business, which I was running out of Gio’s garage. It was around Christmas, and I bought a ring. I was going to propose, so I went to her house to surprise her and used my key to get in. Except I was the one who ended up being surprised… when I found her in bed with Antony. She’s now your stepmom.”

Maisie gasps and I offer her a forced smile.

“That sort of betrayal coming from two of the people I loved most in the world, combined with the fact that I grew up in foster care, meant that Christmas was never the celebration it should have been. I froze my heart after Monica. I guess that’s the best way to describe it. I thought if my heart was cold, it couldn’t get broken again—that I couldn’t be broken. I could go on and live my life and run my business without having to feel. To make matters worse, I learned that Monica had also been taking business information and passing it along to Antony.”

I sigh, running my fingers through my hair.

“So, when I saw you with him, in that corner, it looked like you and your father were conspiring against me. And I lost it. I’m not proud of what I did, what I said, or how I handled it, but I need you to understand that never once did I actually believe the vile words that came out of my mouth. I was just mad and hurt and desperately didn’t want to be taken for a fool again. I started to thaw around you, and that made me feel vulnerable. I was trying to claw my way back to my sense of safety.”

I hear Maisie sniffle, and look up to see that she’s crying again.

“Baby, no tears.” I pull her into my arms, and she cuddles close.

“I’m so sorry that happened to you. I’m so sorry.” Her small hands cup my face, and she brushes the softest kisses against my lips.

“Well, I’ve made a decision. From now on, I’m going to have nothing but positive Christmas memories, starting with this one. Happy Christmas, Maisie, my love.” Reaching into my pocket, I pull out an antique ring box, and Maisie slides off my lap to sit next to me.

“Jack…”

I cut her off by kneeling by the bed and opening the box to reveal her nan’s ring—the same one the older woman had given me with her blessing when I met her yesterday at the care home. Maisie gasps, her hands coming up to cover her face in shock.

“I know we played the part for Marcus, but I need it for real, Maisie. I can’t do this life without you. Your light, your smile, and your joy make every day a new adventure, and I never want to live in the dark again. Will you take this thawed heart and make it yours for the rest of time?”

“Yes!” Maisie tackles me back onto the floor, kissing me desperately as I try to set the ring on her finger. I manage to get it on before she gets my buckle undone. By the time her hand wraps around me, I’m already losing focus.

“Maisie. Love. Princess…” The feel of her small hand wrapped around my cock has me so hard there’s no blood left for speaking. And when her tongue laps over the tip, I let out a surprised shout. “Love, you don’t have—”

I moan as she slides me into her warm mouth. Fuck, she feels like heaven. Warm, satin heaven. I tangle a hand in her hair as she starts to slide up and down my shaft. My eyes cross when she hums as she hits the base and swallows. The feel of her throat working around me has me ready to blow in an embarrassingly short amount of time. I grit my teeth, counting back from twenty as she continues her assault on my cock.

Gripping the base, Maisie licks up to the head, staring at me the whole time. Just the way I like it, her warm brown eyes blazing with passion. I grab her arm and use both hands to tug her up and onto my lap before smacking her ass sharply.

“Ride me, Princess.”

Maisie positions me at her entrance, slamming down in one sharp movement, and we both cry out. Her hips roll in a rhythm that should be illegal, and I grip them tightly as she continues to move over me. Her tits bounce, calling to me, so I reach up and pinch her nipple, and her walls tighten around me. She moans loudly, her nails digging into my chest as she leans forward for more leverage.

Gripping her hips again, I move her up and slam back into her from below. The wet sounds of our bodies are the only noise in the quiet room besides the panting. “Fuck, Princess, you feel so good. I need you to come for me. Come for me, Princess. I want to feel you dripping down on me.”

Maisie’s eyes glaze over as she continues to chase that high. I pinch her nipple with one hand and her clit with the other, and she comes undone with a sharp scream, her body twitching and convulsing above mine in a beautiful display of unbridled passion. When her pussy clamps around my shaft, I lose the tenuous hold I had, and I follow her over, filling her up until we’re both breathless, sweaty, and lying on the carpet.

“I love you.” I wrap my arms around her, pulling her close.

“I love you,” Maisie whispers back.

Epilogue

Maisie

One year later

“No. Not just no but fuck no!” My body is vibrating, my anger reaching its tipping point.

After Jack followed me home and proposed, it was a whirlwind of making up, making out, and making memories. Jack says it was the best three weeks of his life. Little does he know that I have a surprise that will top it. However, first, I have to deal with the man standing in front of me.

Antony, my sperm donor. Not father. He was never a father.

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