Page 51 of Size Doesn't Matter

She leaned into his touch and nodded, a shy smile on her lips. “Okay,” she said quietly, quickly adding, “Yes, sir,” when he cocked one brow.

“That’s my good girl.” Jack took Sophie’s hand and led her through to the bedroom. “Turn around,” he said, then reached for the zipper on her dress.

As he slid it down and helped her step out of the demure garment, revealing the less-than-modest lingerie she wore beneath it, he again took a moment to centre himself, to remind himself that he was supposed to be taking care of his girl’s needs, not his own.

Because…daaamn.

All that pale pink satin and lace was hugging her curves in all the right ways, especially her luscious arse. His erection had been subsiding, finally agreeing with the more rational part of his brain that he needed to take care of his woman, but at the sight of all that soft flesh, the slight muffin roll spilling over the top of her panties, the way the lace lovingly hugged her hip…. His half-hard cock stood up so fucking fast, it made his head spin.

As if she could read his thoughts—his dick’s thoughts, at least—Sophie said, “I wasn’t kidding about sex helping me sleep, you know?”

Jack closed his eyes and began counting. He got to three before he realised he needed to put some distance between them. It was either that or throw her on the bed and have his wicked way with her, so he took her dress and hung it up on the other side of the room. “Do you sleep better after sex or after an orgasm?”

By the time he turned back to face her, she’d discarded her bra on the bed and was in the process of slipping her panties down her long legs, exposing her sweet, spankable arse to his hungry gaze, and suddenly his need to master himself didn’t seem so important. Not when the woman he’d been fantasising about for weeks—in truth,years—was standing at the foot of a large comfortable bed, completely naked and practically vibrating with need.

The urge to do what he’d threatened, to beat that plush arse until she begged for mercy, to force her to her knees and watch her tear-stained face stare up at him as he fed her his cock, almost overwhelmed him.

He stalked towards her.

Sophie made a thoughtful sound. “After an orgasm, I suppose,” she said, turning to face him as she tossed her panties on the bed. “Jack?” He heard the frown in her voice. “Are you all right?”

That’s when he realised he was staring at her breasts, laser-focussed on her pretty pink nipples as they hardened into taut little peaks, as they begged for his fingers to pluck and pinch them until she cried out, her pain his pleasure. His gaze flicked up to meet hers. “I’m just trying to remember why I wasn’t going to have sex with you. I know I had a reason.”

“A good one, I’m sure,” she said, biting back another grin.

She was teasing him. Women never teased him, even when he was in an obviously good mood. It was like they sensed his dark desires and knew he was not a man to be trifled with, in or out of the bedroom. But Sophie…. Here stood a woman who had experienced his darkness first-hand, who had just caught him staring at her like a man possessed, and her first instinct was to make fun of him. She was brave. Bold.

He liked it.

“A very good one,” he said, returning her grin as he slid his hands over her hips and tugged her close, “but now I’m thinking of a much better idea.”

Sophie ran her hands over his chest and toyed with his shirt collar, seemingly at ease with the fact that she was completely naked and he was not. “Oh?”

He backed her up against the foot of the bed. “Yes. You’re going to get yourself off, and I’m going to watch.” Then he lightly shoved her backwards and watched her bounce on the bed, her legs dangling over the edge, her eyes wide and her mouth forming a shocked littleO.

“You want me to….”

“Finger your sweet little cunt until you come? Yes, angel, that’s exactly what I want.”

All humour had fled from her expression the moment he’d pushed her onto the bed, but the look on her face now, the sheer lust glinting in her beautiful eyes as her eyelids shuttered and a sensual smile tugged at her lips, almost made him abandon his plans. Again.

How the hell did she have so much sway over him?

Was it because he’d fantasised about her for so long, built her up in his head to be more than he remembered? Or maybe it was the simple fact that she was carrying his child that rendered him powerless against her. Knowing he would do anything and everything in his power to be at her side, to protect and care for her and their baby.

Knowing his family was right in front of him.

Knowing he’d been given a second chance at happiness.

He wouldn’t waste it.

“Touch yourself,” he said, his voice so harsh and low, the words were barely audible.

Sophie heard him, though. She squeezed her thighs together and wriggled her arse, then cupped her breast in one hand and slid the other between her legs.

His lustful gaze locked on the apex of her thighs, he said, “Open them. I want to watch.”

Pulling her bottom lip between her teeth, she whimpered, but then she nodded, obeyed. Her thighs drifted apart, revealing everything to him as she slipped her fingers between her folds. Spreading her pussy open, she exposed the silky pink heat between her legs, already glistening with wetness, and slid her middle finger in deep.

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