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Jackson knows how to lick pussy, and I’m here for it.

Closing my eyes, I relish in the feeling of his tongue gliding up and down, rotating in circles before he closes his lips over and sucks deep, causing me to whimper with pure ecstasy. My entire body is tight, and my legs shake as he brings me closer and closer to the edge.

He does wicked things to my body, and it takes everything for me not to scream out and wake everyone.

When I cum, I do it with my fingers biting into the flesh of his arms as I tremble beneath him.

“Jesus Christ,” a voice yells out, Addison, I think. “She was only gone a damn month. Disgusting, absolutely disgusting.”

Definitely Addison.

I smirk, pressing a hand over my mouth.

“Daddy still has it,” Ciara sings.

“Shut the hell up, Ciara, I swear ...”

Spike’s chuckle rings out.

“I guess we should get up,” Jackson murmurs, running a finger over my bottom lip.

“Guess so. Where are we going today?”

He sits up, running a hand through his messy hair. “A secure location, we should be safe now, but the police will be on a man hunt looking for you. We can’t be too careful.”

“What if we don’t find Gerard and fix all of this? I can’t hide forever.”

“I have a plan B.”

I frown. “That is?”

“I’ll bribe someone on the inside. Not somethin’ I want to do, but I will if it comes to it.”

In other words, he’ll bribe someone big.

A deal that will forever link him to someone.

“Do you have any idea how we’re going to find Gerard?”

Jackson nods. “I do have some information from the inside as to where he might be. It’s proving it was him that we need the most. Addison and Ciara are workin’ on a plan, but we will get him.”

“Sooner rather than later, I hope,” I murmur, pulling my shirt down over my head. “I need my daughter.”

“I know, baby,” Jackson murmurs, his eyes growing soft. “I’m sorry you don’t have her right now.”

“No, but I do have you, and that’s something.”

He grins, pulling me forward and pressing his lips to mine.

A slap on the side of the track has us pulling apart. I turn to see Addison with her eyes closed, a scowl on her pretty face. “You two better get dressed. We have shit to do.”

“Don’t open your eyes now then,” Jackson murmurs, a hint of laughter in his voice.

“You’re disgusting, Father.”

She turns and walks off, and I smile.

A real smile.

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