Page 109 of Four Fiances & I

Maximus found what he believes is a climbing hook in the wall above Jasmine's window, which adds more questions than answers. He will go back up safely with the ladder he will purchase later when he gets back from dropping off the new security details at the hotel where the wedding and reception are being held.

Terry and I were up until five this morning going over the footage and trying to find some kind of time stamp for when the jacks were put into place, but there was nothing. It looks like the footage has been corrupted, so it's been picked up by Logan, who will review it and see what he can dig up.

At this rate, Calvin and his team will be paying Jason for the manor they purchased from him with the money they are making from us alone. We have some of their guys surrounding the house, and we hired extra security for the wedding. Jasmine will now have Jason's security, Gordon, with her and Layton. Calvin has stepped up to be Jason's security if he needs it, but hopefully, with the wedding being so close, the only time he will be leaving the house is with me, or I will be here so Terry can go wherever he's needed.

“Daddy?”

Her sweet voice brings me out of the constant worry as I look up and see her standing at the door. She’s wearing a beautiful white blouse with a black pencil skirt. Her hair’s pulled back from her face but hangs loosely over her shoulders. As gorgeous as she has always been, there are times like now when her beauty truly leaves me speechless, and I wonder what I have done to deserve this fantastic woman in my life.

“Are you okay?” she asks, walking into the room and heading to me as I hold out an arm, desperate to hold her, if only for a moment.

Pulling her onto my lap as I push my chair back a little, I capture her lips with mine, not caring if her lipstick transfers over to me.

“I will be better when you are safely away from this house next week,” I answer. Jasmine smiles sweetly whilst wiping her thumb over my lips to remove the lipstick.

“At least no one will get to us if we spend the week of our honeymoon in bed.” Wrapping her arms around my neck, she leans to the side, brushing her lips over my ear. “I can’t think of any better way to celebrate our marriage than with a constant stream of orgasms.” Her teeth graze over my earlobe, and I’m unable to hold in the moan that leaves me as my cock hardens underneath her.

“What time is your appointment?” I ask as she kisses the side of my neck. My hand slides up her thigh and to her hip so I can grip hold of anything, anchoring her to me.

Jasmine giggles and lifts her head, smiling at me, telling me I’m not going to like her answer.

“I’m leaving in a minute, so no time for what you're thinking,” she winks before standing up as I groan with frustration.

“You are turning into a tease, Baby girl,” I sigh, rubbing my face as she kisses my cheek.

“I will make it up to you later.” She leans on the arm of my desk chair and grins. “I will let you put me in any position and use any hole you want.”

Standing up, I force her to step back and trap her against the desk, just like I did the very first time I told her how I felt. Placing my hands on the wood behind her, caging her in, I lean in, so I am looking deep into her eyes.

“How am I meant to concentrate today when all I can think about is bending you over and making you come on my cock until neither of us can think or see clearly?” Unlike the timid little thing my girl once was, she doesn’t look shocked; instead, she places her arms over my shoulders and closes the little distance between us.

“I think you will be just fine, Daddy. Just think about how wet I will be as I try on the dress I will marry you in on Saturday,” she grins as I wrap an arm around her waist. “But first,” she whispers against my lips, “I have to go and meet my maid of honour who is probably here.” She kisses me and tries to step away from me, but I tighten my hold and kiss her with everything I've got until she’s gasping for breath and limp in my arm.

Stepping back from her with a grin as she tries to get control over herself, I sit back in my chair.

“Have a lovely time with your friends, Sweetheart. I will be here waiting for you.”

She stares at me for a moment before turning around and strutting towards the door, purposely swinging her hips as she goes.

“While I’m out, try to decide which one of us will be on our knees later.” Turning around, she looks back at me and slowly closes the door. “FYI, it won’t be me,” she winks, closing the door behind her.

“Carry on, and you will beovermy knee!” I call out, hearing her giggle from the other side of the door. Then, the click of her heels becomes quieter as she walks away from my office.

That woman is going to be the death of me. If it’s not because of the constant worry of keeping her safe, it will be due to the way she makes my heart race and my mind forget I don’t have the stamina of a twenty-one-year-old anymore.

My phone pings on the desk, signalling the security cameras have been activated. Looking at the screen, I spot Travis pulling up outside before escorting Verity out of the car, where Jasmine and her two security guards are waiting for her. Closing the screen, not needing to see any more, I lean back in my chair and attempt to control the urge to stop Jasmine from leaving the safety of this house. Only to remember it’s not as safe as I would like it to be.

My office door flies open, hitting the wall as Travis Donavon storms into the room, slamming the door closed behind him. I’m straight up onto my feet, ready for whatever this prick wants to throw at me now.

“One month, O’Reilly!” he yells, slamming his hands on my desk and leaning forward as I stand behind it, already working out all the ways I can get to him to kick his ass. “One fucking month of having you back in my life, and you are bringing shit to my door!”

“What are you throwing a hissy fit over now, Donavon?” I demand, leaning forward on my desk and refusing to back down to this arsehole.

“Why the hell is Nicholson contacting me asking about you and your brothers?”

Shit. Why didn’t I even consider he would ask Travis about me? He’s trying desperately to get Travis working for him and will use any reason to contact him.

“What’s he said?” I demand.

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