Page 9 of Jack's Devotion

I drop my phone on my desk before peeking through the blinds again. Third time is not the charm. She's still out of sight.

"Dammit." I drop down into my chair, adjusting my dick. The bastard has been standing at attention since I pulled Madison onto my lap. Staring at her? Christ, it felt like staring down fate and looking into the past at the same damn time.

Of course I remember her. I've never fucking forgot her.

The night of the party, she was a pretty little angel dressed in pink, outshining everyone else by miles. Why the fuck Gerald dragged her out that night, I don't know. It was obvious she was still grieving her mom and didn't want to be there. But he dragged her all around the room like she was a showpiece, bragging about how she was the youngest millionaire in the room, and he was running her company for her.

He acted like her mother dying and leaving her a fortune and the company was some big accomplishment for her. It was obvious she hated every minute of it. And it was obvious that he didn't have a clue how goddamn heartless he sounded.

When some client's daughter insulted her dress, she looked like she wanted to cry. The way her chin wobbled broke my heart. Her prick of a father just chuckled instead of standing up for her, so I stepped in and told her that she looked beautiful. It was nothing but the truth. Even back then, she was radiant.

I still remember the way she looked at me like I was her fucking hero that night. It made mewantto be her hero. I barely even heard the rest of the conversation because I was too busy staring at her. I…Christ, I intended to ask her out until her father mentioned her age. The way he'd been trying to get her to drink champagne all night to celebrate, I thought she was older thanshe was. Realizing she was still just a kid felt like a punch to the gut. And I felt like an asshole.

After she went missing, the way she looked at me that night haunted me for days. I donated fifty thousand to the reward fund, hoping that'd make me sleep better at night. It didn't. I even quietly looked into her disappearance myself, found out that she emptied Gerald's safe before she left.

I've never let myself question why I cared so much because it was a line that felt fucking wrong to cross. But part of me always hoped she got the fuck away from her father and was living her best life even if it was lightyears out of my reach. He's always been a greedy, self-serving prick. It was never as obvious as it was at that party, with him acting like he was high and mighty now that he was running his wife's company for Madison.

He didn't have a single thing to do with the company's success. From what I know about it, the perfume company was passed down to Madison's mother by her parents. I'm not surprised he wanted it for himself given how much it's worth, but trying to kill his own daughter to get it?

That's a level of fucked up beyond comprehension. Sadly, it's not entirely surprising coming from him. If anyone is capable of that kind of fuckery, it's him.

If Madison wants to make his life hell for a while, I'm more than happy to help. Christ, I'm down for whatever she wants to do.

Which is…honestly wild. Two hours ago, the last damn thing I wanted in my life was a woman. But no one told me Madison was an option. Had I known that? Well, shit might have been a lot different.

She isn't too goddamn young anymore. She isn't off-limits now.

She's still fucking stunning. The pretty little angel grew into a blonde hair, blue-eyed siren. She's lush and sweet, her body thick and perfect everywhere.

Every word those perfect lips form is dipped in cinnamon and sugar and doused in snark and flame. She isn't delicate. There's steel in her, and fire. It's a hell of a combination. One that has my cock aching like a motherfucker.

I squeeze myself through my pants, groaning at the memory of her lips against mine. They were so damn soft and pliable. She was so sweet and eager, like she was as desperate to kiss me as I was to kiss her.

Will she be just as sweet and eager—just as pliable and soft—when she's beneath me, moaning my name?

I close my eyes, imagining that very scene…her beneath me, moaning.

"Fucking hell," I groan, yanking my zipper down to free my cock. We've already established that I'm going to hell. Might as well take a little pressure off before I make the trip.

I delve my hand into my boxers, pulling out my cock. I picture Madison, her lips parted, her cheeks flushed. She's naked and trembling, reaching for me.

My name echoes in the room around us as my lips glide up her leg. I can't wait to taste her. I'll live between her legs, eating her for every damn meal. By the time she's wrapped around my cock, she'll be begging me to breed her.

Please, Jack. Please, fuck your baby into me. Fill me up.

I growl out loud at the thought, working my cock in a tight fist. She wants me to fill that perfect pussy? I won't quit until she's so full, she's dripping cum every minute of the day.

I'll possess her, own her…fucking worship her.

She'll be pregnant with my kid in no time, begging me to put my ring on her finger.

That picture slams into me—her naked, wearing nothing but my ring and my marks—and my balls cinch up tight. I jerk my cock harder, growling her name.

My head tips back against the chair, my breath coming in harsh pants. "Fuck, baby," I groan, hips bucking wildly as I come all over the goddamn place. "Fuck."

I work out every last drop, hanging onto that image of her in my ring until my dick is so sensitive I'm trembling. The bastard doesn't go down. He just hangs between my legs, hard and heavy, as if asking when the fuck he's going to get the real thing.

"Soon," I growl, snatching a handful of tissues from the holder to clean myself up. I pretend I'm not talking to my cock. And that I'm not losing my mind over a woman I thought was forever out of my reach until an hour ago.

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