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And as sleep begins to pull me under, I can’t help but whisper back, “Goodnight, Jack.”

Chapter 18 - Jack

I wake up with Sonya’s warmth pressed against me, and my first thought is that this can’t be real. My room is dim, with only a sliver of morning light seeping through the blinds, casting faint lines across the floor. Her soft breathing is the only sound, steady and rhythmic, like a lullaby I didn’t know I needed. But it’s the way she fits perfectly against me, like she’s always belonged here, that gets me. It’s new, and it’s tearing through every defense I’ve built around myself.

And dammit, I’m hard. Harder than I’ve ever been, waking up to the feel of her body molded against mine. I can feel every curve, every inch of her, and I can’t help the way my breath hitches. I close my eyes, trying to will it away, but it’s no use. The softness of her hair against my chest, the way her leg is draped over mine—every part of her is doing things to me that I’ve spent far too long denying.

I’ve never woken up like this before. Not just the morning wood—that’s nothing new—but the vulnerability. The feeling of being exposed, like she could take one look at me and see every fear and desire I’ve buried deep. I never let anyone into my space, my bed, my life. Not like this. The few times I’ve let someone in, it’s been fast, easy, out the door before I’ve even had a chance to think. But with Sonya… hell, with her, I never wanted it to be fast. I wanted to savor every damn second.

Sonya stirs, and I freeze. Her eyes flutter open, still bleary with sleep, and for a split second, she looks confused. Then her gaze lands on me, and something shifts—recognition, maybe, or something else. Her hand moves up, brushing against my chest, and I swear to God, my heart stops.

“Morning,” she murmurs. Her voice is husky from sleep, and it sends a shiver down my spine. Her eyes drop to where our bodies are tangled together, and I see the moment she realizes exactly what kind of state I’m in. Her cheeks flush, but she doesn’t pull away. If anything, she seems to settle in closer.

“Morning,” I manage to reply, though my voice sounds rough even to my own ears. I can’t tear my eyes away from her, can’t stop thinking about how easy it would be to close the distance and kiss her, to finally give in to the pull that’s been there since the day she walked into my life. But there’s this fear gnawing at me, this feeling like I’m standing on the edge of something I can’t come back from if I take that leap.

She shifts slightly, her leg brushing against mine, and it takes everything I have not to groan out loud. “Jack…” She’s looking at me like she’s searching for something, and I can’t stand the idea of letting her down.

“I’ve never woken up with anyone in my bed before,” I blurt out. It’s the truth, but it sounds absurd, and I see the flicker of surprise in her eyes. “Not like this. Not… not with someone I actually wanted to be here in the morning.”

Her eyebrows knit together, and she tilts her head slightly, studying me like she’s trying to figure me out. “What do you mean?”

I exhale slowly, running a hand through my hair as I try to find the right words. “I mean, I never bring anyone here. Not home. Not to my bed. When I… when I hook up, it’s always somewhere else, and it’s always fast. No strings, no mornings, no… no vulnerability.”

She’s quiet for a moment, her gaze locked on mine, and I feel like she’s seeing right through me. Like she’s peeling back every layer I’ve built up, every defense I’ve used to keep peopleout. But instead of pulling away, she reaches up, her hand brushing against my cheek, and the touch is so gentle it almost breaks me.

“But I’m different,” she whispers, like she’s testing the words on her tongue, and I nod before I can second-guess it.

“You’re different,” I confirm. “Sonya, I’ve wanted you for a while now. And not just… not just in that way. I wanted you here. In my bed, in my house, with Fiona, and not just as her nanny. I wanted you in my life, and it scares the hell out of me because I’ve never felt that way about anyone.”

She blinks, her eyes wide and full of something I can’t quite name. For a moment, I think she’s going to pull back, that she’s going to tell me I’ve read this all wrong, but then her thumb grazes my bottom lip, and it sends a jolt of electricity straight through me.

“I’ve wanted you, too,” she admits, her voice barely more than a whisper. “I’ve wanted you for so long, Jack. And I’m scared, too, but I can’t keep pretending that I don’t feel this.”

Her words hit me like a punch to the gut, and before I can second-guess it, I’m leaning in, my hand sliding up to cup the back of her neck as I pull her closer. Our lips meet, and it’s like every wall I’ve built comes crashing down all at once. She responds instantly, her hands tangling in my hair as she presses herself against me. The kiss is desperate and needy, and I can feel the hunger in it, the desire we’ve both been fighting for so long.

I break the kiss, moving to her jawline, tracing a path down her neck with my lips. She shudders, her grip tightening in my hair, and the feeling goes straight to my already aching cock. I roll her onto her back, settling between her legs, and I can feel the heat radiating from her. I reach for her shirt, pulling itup and over her head, and I drink in the sight of her. My hands move up her bare skin, caressing her curves. She arches her back, and I can feel her nipples harden under my touch.

I dip my head, taking one of her breasts in my mouth, and she lets out a moan as her fingers dig into my shoulders. The sound only spurs me on, and I suck and lick, savoring every whimper that escapes her lips. She pushes her hips against mine, grinding against my cock, and the friction is almost too much.

Her breath comes in short gasps as I trail kisses down her stomach, pausing to nip at her hip bones, and she squirms. I can feel her anticipation, and the way her body responds to my touch is the biggest fucking turn-on. I push her pants down, leaving her exposed and beautiful, and she tugs at my shirt, her nails scraping across my back as she pulls me closer.

The feel of her skin against mine is intoxicating, and I lose myself in the moment, kissing and licking and tasting every inch of her. She writhes under me, her hands gripping my hair, and her cries are muffled by the pillow.

I work my way down, taking my time, savoring every moment. She trembles beneath me, her thighs quivering as I run my tongue along the sensitive flesh. When I finally reach her clit, she bucks her hips, and I wrap my arms around her thighs, holding her in place as I explore her most intimate parts.

She’s wet and hot and responsive, and the sounds she makes are driving me crazy. I tease and lick and suck, and her fingers tighten in my hair, tugging hard enough to hurt. I don’t care. I’m lost in her, lost in the taste and feel and scent of her, and all I want is to hear her fall apart.

My cock is rock-hard and straining against my pants, but I ignore it, focused only on her. My hands slide up, cupping her breasts, and the feeling of her nipples hardening against mypalms again is enough to make me groan. She arches her back, grinding against my face, and it’s all the encouragement I need.

I press two fingers into her, curling them in just the right way, and the strangled cry she lets out has me pumping harder. My tongue never slows, licking and sucking at her clit, and her whole body starts to shake.

“Fuck, Jack, don’t stop, don’t stop, please,” she begs, her voice raw and broken.

I have no intention of stopping. I keep going, driving her closer and closer to the edge, and when she comes, it’s like the world falls away.

“Yes,” she hisses, her fingers digging into the back of my head as her hips buck and writhe.

“Fuuuuck,” I growl, the sound muffled by her cunt.

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