Page 11 of Jack's Devotion

"I've been eating," she protests.

"I said cooking, Madison." I arch a brow at her. "Cereal, pop-tarts, and whatever you've raided from the pantry isn't food."

"Then why is it in the pantry?"

I smile despite myself. "This is how Drake feels every day, isn't it?"

Her brows furrow as she hops up onto the stool, carefully keeping that damn robe belted closed. "Isn't Drake your brother?"

"Mmhmm. He thinks I'm a pain in the ass."

"In that case, I wholeheartedly agree."

I chuckle, pointing a fork at her. "Eat your damn breakfast, baby."

She shoots me a tiny smirk before taking the fork. I watch, impressed and turned the fuck on, as she inhales the bacon, eggs, and toast, moaning like she hasn't eaten in a year. It should not be nearly as fucking sexy as it is. And yet, by the time she's finished, I kind of want to sweep the dishes off the island, toss her gorgeous ass up there and eat her.

A woman not afraid to eat like there's no one watching? Fuck yes.

I make a mental note to cook for her often.

"Feel better?" I ask when she pushes her plate away, groaning in satisfaction.

"Maybe." She eyes me skeptically. "Depends on if you're going to pretend I didn't just demolish breakfast like I have no manners."

"I'm actually trying to talk myself out of fucking you like I have none." I sip my coffee, eyeing her over the rim. "I like watching you eat."

She blushes from the top of her robe to her roots. "If I'm going to be squatting here, we need to set some ground rules."

"Oh, we do, do we?" It's cute that she thinks she gets to set rules.

"Yes. Definitely." She bobs her head for emphasis.

"Let's hear them then."

"No talking about having sex with me. No talking about getting me pregnant. And absolutely no more kissing me."

"Yeah, fuck all that bullshit, Madison." I set my cup down, stalking toward her. I cage her in with my arms on either side of her, planting my lips right up against the side of her throat. Even though she tries like hell to hold herself rigid, she still leans into me. "Here are my rules, baby. I will be talking about fucking you. I am going to get you pregnant. And we will be doing a whole helluva lot more than kissing."

"Jack," she whimpers.

"Also, you're moving out of the pool house into the main house." I nip the shell of her ear. "No negotiations."

"But…"

"There are rats out here," I lie.

"R-rats?"

"Giant, smelly rats."

"Maybe I should move into the main house," she whispers. "J-just in case."

"Yeah, maybe you should." I nip her ear again to hide my smile. If this is what winning feels like, it's fucking great. "You can do that while I'm at work today. And then we'll go to dinner at Drake's."

You know that scene inThe Exorcistwhere the possessed girl's head turns all the goddamn way around and she's screaming "Fuck me!"? Madison's head damn near does that.

"W-what? Dinner where? Why?"

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