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"Did you get some of my favorites?"

"He spent most of the trip picking out the ones you liked," Finnian said.

My cheeks felt hot the moment he outed me. I'd scoured the shop until I found every single one I knew Jack loved and then some new ones that were similar.

"Today, he can be free to go to any of us," I said. I didn't want it to seem like I was stealing him away. I was a fair man even if I wanted to wrap Jack up in my arms and never let him go.

"I'll create a schedule that everyone can easily follow, even that psychotic asshole." Finnian headed toward his room mumbling under his breath about Cian no doubt.

The moment Finnian closed his door Jack relaxed in my arms even more. "Why don't they fuck already?"

I cleared my throat as I grabbed Jack's chin and tilted his head back. "Language."

Jack nibbled on his bottom lip, his eyes darted all over my face, watching me closely. I felt as if I was under a microscope.

"Sorry, Daddy Ronan."

It was only the second time and already I was hooked. My mouth went dry. I nearly asked him to say it again. I needed to record it and have it repeat in my ears for moments he wasn't near me.

"Finish up your chores and then we can play the racing game I picked up."

Jack's face lit up and he turned to get back to cleaning.

I grabbed his arm. My fingers tingled where I touched him. "Want to get changed?"

Jack looked down at himself and moved his hips so his too-short skirt fluttered around his waist.

Cian is a demon for putting him in this.

My cock jumped at the sight of him, and I wanted to bend him over the counter and make him cry out Daddy Ronan until he went hoarse.

"No. Unless you don't think I look good in it." Jack pulled free of my hold.

He turned around giving a full view again. He bent over and I nearly swallowed my tongue.

Fuck.

Temptation was the only way to describe Jack. I shook my head and took a step back before I acted on my thoughts. "No, you look good."

Jack stood up and touched his chest. The see-through bra only made his pierced nipples stand out. "Only good?"

Shite. "Jack—"What did I want to say again?My brain was useless as Jack touched his nipples.

"Yes, Daddy Ronan?"

Get it together Ronan. You're the daddy here. Stop letting this boy lead you by the cock.

"I'm going to set up the game."

Jack sighed, but I didn't let him pull me back under his spell. I headed for the living room and then remembered we hadn't brought everything in. Jack dressed in a slutty outfit on his hands and knees had stolen every last brain cell I'd possessed. I raced past him forcing my gaze forward as I went to go get everything.

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"I brought you a change of clothes,"I said. I held up the sweats and one of Jack's favorite shirts.

"Wait, I couldn't find that while I was packing. How did you get it?"

"I went to ask the house cleaner as we were leaving." He took it from my hands and slipped it on over the bra. "Figured you'd want it."

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