Page 58 of 7+Us Makes Nine

And I believed every word his said about wanting to protect me.

We laid there for what seemed like hours before he moved. He pulled his dick from within my body and I suddenly felt empty. I wanted to bring him back. I wanted to go again. I wanted to sit him down onto the chair behind him and straddle his lap so I could feel him again. His hands took mine as he slowly helped me up, my body sliding along our mess before my feet hit the floor.

He picked up my panties and handed them to me as my cheeks flushed.

“I like those,” he said. “I should get you more of those.”

“Jace,” I said breathlessly. “You’re so bad.”

“And you love it,” he said as he winked at me.

“I made a mess.”

“We made a mess.”

“Well, it’s a mess that needs to be cleaned up.”

“I can take care of it,” he said.

I eyed him carefully before I reached my panties out to his desk. Without pulling my gaze away, I wiped the mess off the edge of his desk with them. His gaze darkened. His hands began to tremble. I already saw his dick pressing against his pants again as I walked over to his small trash can. I dropped my panties into them before turning my back to him, swaying my hips deeply as I made my way for the stairs.

I wanted him to think about me not wearing underwear all damn day.

“Come here, you little minx.”

I giggled as his strode towards me and grabbed my wrist. He whipped me back around to him and I crashed into his strong chest. I giggled as his lips fell to mine, kissing me with a passion that made my heart stop in my chest. I slid my arms around his neck as he backed us into a wall, pressing me deeply into it as his knee slid between my thighs.

“People are going to see us,” I said.

“Let them,” he said with a growl.

My eyes widened as his forehead pressed into mine.

“I don’t care who sees us,” he said. “All I care about is you.”

“I care about you too, Jace,” I said.

His hands slid down my waist before gripping my hips. I could’ve stayed like that all day with him. Trapped between his rock hard body and the cold wall of his theater as the shadows cloaked our bodies. This mad-- this beautiful, wonderful man-- had somehow found a way to creep underneath my skin. Had somehow trapped me in his web of passion and ensnare my heart in ways I’d never experienced before. He bent towards me and kissed me again, sending shivers of delight to the pit of my gut.

“I should get back to that laundry,” I said.

“I should hire you a maid,” he said.

“Then what would be my purpose?”

“Taking care of the kids. Taking care of yourself. Being with me.”

My eyes fluttered up to his at those last three words.

Could I really be with someone like Jace Logan?

Was that allowed?

“I should really get going,” I said with a whisper.

He nodded against me before forcing himself to take a step back.

I drew in a deep breath as I made my way down the stairs. I didn’t want to look back. I couldn't risk it. I knew if I did, I’d let him trap me in his office for the rest of the day. I’d let him tie me down and use me however he wanted until it was time to go back to his house. I’d let him ravage my body. I’d let him toss me around like a rag doll. I’d let him permeate and penetrate anything on my body he wanted.

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