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Something in his words entwine themselves around my clit, and I burst into butterflies and bright light before I know what’s hit me. My legs buckle, but Jagger catches me, supporting my weight as I writhe through my orgasm in his arms.

I have no idea how long it takes for me to recover enough to see something other than stars and colors but Jagger’s holding on to me as my trembling body comes back to the present.

In the room ahead, Thor’s cleaning up Addison’s face, and next to me, Austin’s cradling Kenzie’s head as he kisses her deeply.

“You doing okay, baby girl?”

Breathless, I can’t form words, so I have to nod. As though he senses it was a powerful orgasm, he slides to the floor, pulling me onto his lap and curling me into his chest. “Easy, Half-Pint, just take some deep breaths for me, okay? You did so well, letting go like such a good girl.” He strokes my face as he holds me.

It takes me a while to settle, when I finally return to my body, Thor has Addison bent over, and he’s drilling her pretty hard. At some point between my orgasm and recovery, her shirt has been removed—which suggests to me it’s been some time considering how complex that top was—and her breasts bounce with every thrust.

Kenzie crawls across the floor to sit next to me. “You okay? It wasn’t too much?” Her concern is so touching. She’s done her own sexual act, and she’s worried about me.

“It was a big one.” I barely get the sentence out before a yawn hits.

She smiles, nodding. “It was. I’m so glad you felt comfortable enough to share it, though.”

I’d love to say I’m sated, finished, ready to go home and to bed, but something about the experience has awoken my need to be closer to Jagger. I want him inside me.

Kenzie and Austin leave the room, and Jagger helps me to my feet. “You doing okay, Half-Pint? You’re very quiet.”

Clearing my throat is louder in the quiet room than I expected. “I need...” I drop my voice.

Jagger leans toward me, sweeping my hair behind my ear, his face softening. “What do you need, baby girl?”

Chapter Twenty-Eight

JAGGER

“More.” The word falls from Talia’s lips, a soft plea in the silence.

Thor is balls deep in a blissed-out Addison through the glass. It’s currently two-way, they could see us if they felt like looking. So I switch it to one-way glass before turning back to my woman.

“Here? Now?”

She shifts her weight from foot to foot. Her cheeks are flushed, and if I were to guess, I’d say the tops of her thighs are slick with her arousal. She was wetter than I’ve felt her so far. Seems my baby girl might have a voyeurism kink we need to explore.

She nods, tugging at the low-cut neckline of her dress. “Please, Daddy. I can’t.” She pulls at the fabric like it’s restricting her from breathing, like her need for something, for touch, for my cock consumes her whole body.

“I need you.” Her wail is so desperate, my cock’s already hard and throbbing.

Picking her up, I press her against the wall, her legs curling around my waist. Her desperation claws at my body, driving me to satisfy her, to take care of her, to fill her. But this isn’t the time, nor the place. I’ll make her feel good, but I won’t do anything to her she’s not ready to do, or something that she iscaught up in the moment and convincing herself she’s ready to try.

I rip her pantyhose with ease as her teeth skim the sensitive skin of my neck, making me shiver as I shift her panties to one side. “Not here, baby girl. But soon.”

She tips her head back against the wall, her eyes wild with desire. “Jagger, please. Just... please.” She sinks her nails into my collarbone, unleashing something deep inside me. One-handed, I pull my cock from its prison before gliding it through her soaking wet pussy a couple of times. She’s so warm, so slick, so fucking hungry it’s hard not to slam into her.

From the way her hips roll, the way she moans and purrs, she’s aching to have me inside her. And when I pause to enjoy her for a heavy moment, she thrusts her hips at me. “Daddy...”

Fuck. I’ve never heard something so hot as my baby girl begging for my cock. I want to give her what she needs, but it can’t be here, not like this, not right now, so against every cell screaming in my body, I ignore the tightness building in my balls and tuck myself back into my briefs.

“If you still feel like this tomorrow, we can do it, okay?”

Her lips purse, brows tent, and her eyes flicker like she wasn’t expecting me to have any form of self-control. If I’m honest, I wasn’t really expecting it either, but I’m responsible for this woman. Fuck. It’s more than that, the warmth in my chest that flickers every time she looks at me, the way I want to spend time with her, see a future with her, want to protect her...

“I love you, Talia.” The confession takes us both by surprise, but as soon as the words are in the space between us, the last piece of my heart clicks into place.

“You do?”

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