Page 44 of Jack

“Something smells good,” he mumbles, coming into the kitchen.

I bite back a moan seeing him walk toward me in sleep pants. He is scratching his head, making his bicep flex. God, I want to lick that.

Shit. Stop it, Lilith.

Sleep coats his voice, as he steps to me. His hands go around my waist, pulling me into his body, my back pressed against his front. I shiver when his lips touch my neck, and I lean my head to the side giving him better access, making him moan.

So much for fighting this.

“I love how you respond to me, baby. Damn, you smell like apples and cinnamon.” He breathes me in again.

My nipples harden beneath my pajama top. I have to wear a sports bra beneath my tops while I stay here because my boobs are big and I do not want that around Dominic, it would be inappropriate.

Last night, after my shower, I slipped into a pants and crop top pajama set, that is white with red hearts all over it. The top has three heart buttons, and I love them, they are light and cute.

“Jack,” I whimper when his hands slip under the material of my top, his thumbs brushing the underside of my breasts.

“I fucking hate you wearing this, it stops my easy access.”

“They are too big to leave hanging around your son,” I inform him again.

“He can’t see shit, baby. Plus, he knows what tits are, he is not a stupid boy.”

“Still. I feel more comfortable wearing it.” My voice is low, and he sighs, kissing me again before stepping back.

“Do you want another coffee?” he asks me, stepping over to the coffee pot.

“Yes, please.”

He nods and makes our coffees, while I keep making the cupcakes. The oven’s timer goes off and I pull out the first batch of apple cupcakes that have no cinnamon.

I am aware of his every movement as he goes about doing what he needs to do to get breakfast ready for Dominic when he wakes up, which will be soon. After speaking to Jack about how I feel about PDA in front of Dominic, he laughed at me, saying that Dominic has been around the club since the day he was born, so he knows all about kissing and how couples touch, even though he has never seen anything inappropriate because the club is not like that.

“They smell fucking good, babe. You know you didn’t have to do this for him, right?”

I turn to face him, picking up my mug and sipping my coffee. I watch as his gaze scans my body while I drink him in also. He is leaning against the counter, ankles crossed, sleep pants hanging low on his hips, showing that special muscle us women love, and looking like he stepped out of a fashion magazine.

“I know, but it is the least I can do with you letting me stay here,” I say in a low tone, dropping my gaze to the floor.

I hate the reason I am here, but deep down I know why he is doing it, and I appreciate him for doing it, even if it could bring trouble to his door.

Bare feet come into view, and I have to take in how well-groomed they are. Can men’s feet be groomed? Shit, I am losing it.

His finger slides under my chin, bringing my head up so he can look me in the eyes. A smile graces his kissable lips, his eyes sparkling with humor. Biting my lip draws his attention, and a low growl sounds from his throat.

“Baby, I want to bite that lip, or have it wrapped around my cock again. My balls are aching for you, but tonight you are mine. No kid in the house to stop me from making you scream my name.”

“Jack, you can’t say that,” I pant.

My breathing has picked up, my heart racing at his words as well as my pussy fluttering as each word leaves his mouth.

His lips tilt up at the corner, smirking at me before he leans in, kissing me deeply. Large hands move from my hips to my ass, pulling me into his body, making sure I feel how hard he is. It gives me some power, knowing that it is me that is making him this hard, making him growl when my tongue touches his.

“Fuck.” He rests his forehead against mine, breathing me in. “You are like a fucking drug that I want to get addicted to, Lilith.”

Hearing him say that I am an addiction for him makes me want to jump him, but I hold off. I know that he told me that our times in bed together were perfect, but I can’t stop that little voice in my head that is repeating Christopher’s words.

Pushing the thoughts of my ex down because he has no right to be here between us, I look into his eyes, so he knows my words are the truth.

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