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For a man who prided himself on being in control of every aspect of his life, he was feeling a bit lost. When he’d received the call from his solicitor informing him that he was indeed officially divorced, the only thought that had survived the implosion of relief inside his brain had beenFind Sophie. He’d been running on pure instinct ever since. But now his instincts told him to tread carefully.

Told him the other shoe was yet to drop.

He just wasn’t sure why, or how.

He hadn’t expected Sophie to welcome him as easily as she had, and he certainly hadn’t expected her family to. Not with the disgusting things the tabloid press had been printing about her since New Year’s, and especially after discovering she was pregnant.

Pregnant.

With child.

Hischild.

A smile slowly spread across his face, and whatever Sophie said in reply to his question about her uncle was lost in the ether of his joy. “I’m sorry, I missed that.”

“I said, how do you know they’re in the lifestyle? They rarely attend the clubs.”

Kink clubs, she meant. Jack cleared his throat. “Neither do I.” He hadn’t attended a club in years, hadn’t seen the point. Not when every submissive he crossed paths with saw him as a meal ticket first and a Dom second. “I arrived in time to overhear Lucy’s vows. She called your uncle Master. And that kiss at the end, claiming his woman like that….” He blew out an appreciative breath. “Hot as fuck.”

Sophie ducked her head and giggled. The sound of it wrapped around his cock and squeezed, teasing him with the memory of the last time he’d heard it, after he’d emptied his balls on her soft thigh and she’d made a mischievous comment about Martin Cosmetics’ new skincare range. He’d enjoyed her wicked sense of humour, but he was also aware that most men detested giggling, seeing it as a sign of immaturity at best, idiocy at worst. But Jack wasn’t stupid. He saw it exactly for what it was.

Happiness, pure and simple.

He also knew from experience that when Sophie giggled, she also blushed. A pretty pink stain on her cheeks that spread down her neck to her chest and dusted the tops of her large breasts. His mouth watered at the thought, at the need to strip her bare and taste her flesh. To claim her and make her truly his.

He bit back a grin. Apparently he did know what to do next.

“Yeah, Toby might be a quiet man, but he certainly isn’t a shy one,” Sophie said. “At least not in front of family. Stick him in a room full of strangers and it’s a very different story.”

“I know how he feels,” Jack said, his mouth twisting to one side. “I’m not a fan of being in a crowd, especially crowds of strangers.” Even sitting at a table full of wedding guests he actually liked had stretched his tolerance thin. Being polite and sociable for hours on end was exhausting, and when Sophie had indicated it was time to leave the party, he’d breathed a sigh of relief.

In what he was sure was meant to be a reassuring gesture, she reached over and squeezed his thigh. Unfortunately, his dick didn’t get that memo. It completely ignored his steadfast control and jumped to attention at the contact, eager to be the next thing Sophie Bennett got her perfect little hands on.

The woman must have read his mind, because in the next moment, she was sliding her palm higher up this leg, tempting him to drive faster, reach the hotel—the bedroom—as soon as humanly possible.

Speeding fines be damned.

But then the rational part of his brain took over, making Jack rest his hand on top of hers and halting her progress. The last thing he needed was to be pulled over by the cops when all he wanted was to get Sophie alone and naked. He shot her a brief glance—just long enough to see her pretty mouth curve in a cheeky grin—before returning his eyes to the road.

“Brat,” he muttered, chuckling. Then, knowing he was probably about to kill the mood, he took a steadying breath. But he had to say what he wanted to say before they reached the hotel. He had to know they were on the same page this time. Had to know she wouldn’t run at the first hint of trouble. Jack was in this for the long haul, and he needed to know Sophie was going to be right there with him, every step of the way. “Before we get too deep into this,” he said, “I feel like I should warn you of something.”

Her hand tightened on his thigh, and her playful expression vanished. “Oh?” she said, her tone forcibly casual. Wary.

He squeezed her fingers, hoping she wouldn’t pull away when he admitted his shortcomings. “Yes. The thing is, I kind of suck at relationships.”

She surprised him by nodding slowly and asking, “And how many relationships have you been in to come to that conclusion?”

His hand tightened on the steering wheel. “Three so far. Serious ones, at least. Four including you.”

“Okay,” she said, nodding again. “Well, if it makes you feel any better, my dating track record is kind of sucky too.”

That actually did make him feel better, but he kept the comment to himself. “Oh?”

“I’ve only had two serious relationships myself, and more flings than I care to remember, and I wouldn’t consider any of them successful.” She snorted derisively. “Apparently men don’t like it when you make more money than they do.” She flashed him a sudden and welcome grin. “Which I suppose won’t be an issue with you, will it?”

Jack chuckled. “It wouldn’t have been an issue either way. Unlike some men, I’m not intimidated by successful women,” he said. Sophie’s smile widened, and she finally relaxed her hand, releasing the death grip she held on his thigh. He lifted it to his mouth and pressed a kiss to the backs of her fingers. “Tell me, how else did these pathetic excuses for manhood prove their worthlessness?”

“Oh, you know, the usual,” she said, keeping her voice light. “Lied, cheated, told me I was fat. Stole stuff because they thought I was either too dumb to notice or too rich to care. Called me a bitch when I called them on their bullshit.” She paused and swallowed, moistened her lips before continuing. “One of the men I was serious with turned out to be less of a dominant and more of a controlling douchecanoe who didnotappreciate my inner brat. He—” She cleared her throat and looked out the window. “He hit me. And not in a fun way.”

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