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I hardly had time to come down from my climax before Jack’s fingers began to tease my entrance.

I bucked into him, eager to have his fingers inside of me.

Jack laughed darkly. “So greedy.”

Thankfully, he was quick to indulge me. Two of his fingers entered me in one smooth thrust. I whimpered, my thighs twitching with little jolts of pleasure as he pumped his fingers in and out of me.

To shut me up, Jack captured my lips with his own.

He kissed me passionately, his mouth dominating mine. His teeth grazed my lower lip, and I shuddered.

How did this man know exactly how to turn me on?

When he broke the kiss, we were both left gasping for air. Jack’s voice was harsh and heavy in my ear, “Come on my fingers, flower girl.”

As if he’d uttered the magic words, I suddenly found myself climaxing. My walls clenched around his thick fingers as he continued to finger-fuck me through my orgasm.

When he pulled his fingers out, an uncomfortable emptiness overtook me.

I’d just finished twice. But I was still unsatisfied. I wanted more. I wanted him. The thought of Jack fucking me into oblivion with his cock was enough to make me painfully aroused all over again.

God. I hated how much power he had over me. I hated how the mere thought of Jack Maverick was enough to make me weak.

But more than any of that, I hated how much I didn’t hate it at all.

“Jack,” I said, forcing my voice to stay even. “Do you have any idea how much you fucking destroy me?”

Jack lifted his fingers, still dripping with my juices, and brought them to his mouth. He sucked them clean, his deft tongue flicking out from behind his lips. The sight was shattering.

Then, the cocky asshole winked.

“Believe it or not, I think I do.”

Chapter Thirteen

Jack

“Hey, Casanova. I’ve got a present for you.” From the floor of his hotel room, Zephyr tossed me a plastic drugstore bag.

I reached inside it and pulled out a box of condoms. The size on the box read extra small.

“Oh, fuck you, man,” I snapped, whipping the box of condoms at Zephyr’s head.

Zephyr cackled maniacally.

After returning from the beach, Aster mentioned being tired. Figuring the poor girl needed some rest and privacy, I’d offered her a few hours to decompress alone in my hotel room. Coincidentally, at the same time, Ava and the guys wanted to get together to start working on some new songs for Wicked Crimson’s second album.

Zephyr had set up a makeshift recording studio in his room. The guitars were hooked up to small amplifiers, and Damien was seated behind his electronic drum set. Everything was connected to Ava’s laptop.

Ava’s Audio-Technica headphones hung loosely around her neck as she set up my microphone.

Zephyr mindlessly played a lick on his guitar as he continued to tease me. “Sorry, man. I could’ve sworn those would be the right size. Let me guess: too big?”

I flipped him off. “Shut up. My dick is way bigger than yours.”

“Wanna bet?”

“Sure. Whip it out,” I said.

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