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Thank God she’d worn ballet flats to the wedding instead of the heels she’d originally planned on, because the moment Jack uttered his command, Sophie took off for the lift as fast as she dared across the shiny marble floor.

Turned out that wasn’t anywhere near fast enough. Jack caught her so easily it was almost laughable. And laugh she did, until he started kissing her. Worshipping her with his mouth, pushing her back against the wall and holding her in place, his muscled thigh smashing the lace of her panties into her clit and making her moan.

“Jack.”

“I love it when you say my name like that.” His soft chuckle brushed her cheek. “Such a good girl,” he murmured as he reached around her to push the call button for the lift. Then he was kissing her again, one hand gripping her waist, his fingers digging into her side in a show of possession, the other gently cupping her face as he kissed a teasing line along her jaw.

Her eyelids fluttered closed and another moan worked its way up her throat, but then he sank his teeth into her earlobe and she gasped instead. Eyes flying open, her gaze sharpened as it landed on two young women dressed for a night on the town, wide-eyed and grinning at her, their phones in hand. Phones they had pointed directly at her and Jack.

Ducking her head into the crook of his neck, she murmured, “Don’t look, but I think we’re being photographed again. Possibly filmed.”

Of course he chose to ignore her and turned his head to see what she saw. But instead of getting mad as she’d assumed he would, he said, “Have a good evening, ladies.” His deep voice echoed across the nearly empty foyer as he nodded politely at the girls.What the hell?When he turned back to face her, he wore a broad grin and his eyes twinkled with mischief. “I know I will,” he added more softly, for her ears only.

Staring at him like he’d lost his damn mind, Sophie shrank even further behind him. Her gaze darted about, looking to see if anyone else was staring at them as she quietly demanded, “What are you doing?”

But Jack simply smiled at her. “No hiding, remember?”

“With each other,” she whispered through gritted teeth. “Not everyone else.”

“Why?” he said, one brow cocked in challenge. Then he leaned in close to her ear and she swallowed hard, his heady scent enveloping her whole. It was all she could do to listen to what he said next and not lick his neck or sink her teeth into him. “I don’t care if people see us together. Let them take their photos. Let them watch.” She opened her mouth to argue, but he silenced her with a kiss, hard and fast and demanding. “We’re not doing anything wrong,” he whispered against her lips.

Her brain was still adjusting, still processing the transition of his hot, firm mouth artfully commanding hers to the sudden loss of all that heat and authority, so it took her a moment to realise he was right.

They weren’t doing anything wrong.

Before she got the chance to respond, the doors to the lift slid quietly open, and Jack manoeuvred her inside. As soon as the lift started moving upward, towards what she assumed was the penthouse, he pinned her to the back wall and stared at her, his hooded gaze slowly devouring every inch of her as it travelled down her body and back again. She’d never seen such hunger in a man’s eyes before.

It frightened her.

And excited her.

More than it probably should.

“You look like you want to eat me,” she said, her voice breathy, then felt her cheeks heat as she realised how that sounded.

He cocked one brow as he stared at her. “Do I?” His hands clenched on her hips as he thrust forward and let her feel his erection lengthening, thickening as it pushed into the softness of her belly. “Maybe I will.” His eyes narrowed. “Or maybe I should punish you instead.”

“Punish me?” The words squeaked out of her even as she wriggled against his hard cock, trying to cause friction where she wanted it most. “What did I do?”

“You ate my dessert.”

“I only ate half,” she said, shrugging, as though it was no big deal. Because it wasn’t. Jack was totally overreacting.

“Which half?” he demanded, his sapphire gaze boring into hers.

She tried to look away, but he caught her chin in strong fingers and held her fast. Refused to let her hide from him.No hiding, remember?“The bottom half,” she mumbled, trying to ignore the way his gaze, his touch, his voice made her insides quiver with anticipation.

“And how exactly did you reach the bottom half, hmm?”

Sophie swallowed thickly, but she couldn’t bite back her giggles, no matter how hard she tried. Her eyes were wide and focussed solely on Jack’s reaction when she said, “By eating through the top half?”

“By eating through the top half,” he repeated slowly, shaking his head. “Little brat. I think I will punish you. Teach you not to steal other people’s desserts.”

“But I’m eating for two,” she said, gasping at his threat.

The corners of his mouth tipped up, and she knew he wasn’t buying her little innocence act for even a moment. Jack knew as well as she did that the thought of punishing her was making her heart race and her panties wet. He knew how eager she was to feel the sting of his palm on her arse, how much she craved his strength, his dominance.

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