Page 55 of Size Doesn't Matter

His smile spread slow and wide, and his shoulders bounced with laughter. He didn’t know whether to kiss the woman for taking the lead or spank her for handling him. He settled for telling her, “You’re incredible.”

“I know,” she said, as if he’d just stated the obvious. And in what he was coming to realise was a very Sophie thing to do, she raised her brow and added, “But I didn’t hear a question in there.”

This woman—hiswoman—was not going to let him rest on his laurels. “You’re not going to give me an inch, are you?”

Her sudden grin was spectacular. “Where’s the fun in that?”

He laughed again. “Come here.”

Obeying his command, she leaned towards him immediately and captured his lips in a sweet but fleeting kiss. “Ask me,” she whispered.

He smoothed her hair back from her face, then gathered the voluminous strands in his fist and held her fast, made sure she couldn’t look away from him. “Sophie Bennett.”

“Yes, Jack Martin?”

“Will you please, with cherries on top, move in with me?”

Her expression grew overly thoughtful as she made him sweat for a moment. “Well, I do like cherries,” she said.

“Is that a yes?”

“Don’t rush me,” she scolded lightly, frowning at him. “This is a big decision.”

“Sophie,” he growled, his fist tightening in her hair. Her gasp of pain was followed by a sultry little moan, making his dick jump to attention and hammer against the zipper of his shorts. “Say it.”

Jack was usually a very patient man, but this question—and more to the point, thiswoman— had every scrap of poise he possessed ready to mutiny. He wanted her answer, and he wanted it now. Even if he already knew what it was.

He wanted to know she was his. Wantedherto know she was his. He needed to hear her say it. Needed to know those words were out in the universe weaving their magic for all to see.

“Okay. Yes, I’ll move in with you.”

Jack let go of Sophie’s hair and cupped her cheek, but before he could get a single word out, her phone rang. She grabbed the device off the bedside table, and in a gesture he liked way more than he probably should have, her sass gave way to submission as she looked to him for permission before answering it. “May I? It’s Diana.”

Jack nodded. “Of course.” He would never come between her and her family.

Sophie answered the call and spoke to her young cousin. She was so patient with the girl, so caring, and despite her concerns the night before, Jack had a hunch she was going to be a great mum.

“She did?” She looked to him, her whole face lit up with excitement as she laughed happily. “Jane had the babies early this morning. Boys! She had twin boys. Oh my God. How did Uly take it?” The conversation continued for another few minutes before she looked to him again, her brows raised in question. “Dad wants to know if we’ll be at The Forge for lunch,” she said, then added, shrugging, “I need to pick up the rest of my things anyway.”

“Lunch sounds great. Do they want us to bring anything?” he asked, earning him a smile.

Sophie repeated the question to her cousin, then looked at him and shook her head. “Okay, we’ll see you in a couple of hours. Bye.” She put the phone aside. “Twin boys,” she said excitedly. “Uly is beside himself, first grandsons and all that.” Then she sniffed herself. “Oof,” she said, wrinkling her nose. “I need a shower.” Then she groaned and let her head fall back against the headboard. “But I don’t have any clean clothes to put on. Or underwear.”

“Yes, you do. Clean underwear, at least.” Sophie frowned at him, her confusion clear. “I washed them after you fell asleep. They should be dry by now.”

She blinked at him. “You washed my undies?”

“Yes. I realised you didn’t have any others to wear, so—”

Holding up a hand, she stopped him. “I’m sorry, I’m still stuck on the fact that you hand-washed my delicates. Without being asked to.” Her eyes widened. “Do you cook? Because I suck at cooking. Seriously. Dad used to joke that I could burn water and boil toast, except that it’s not a joke because I really do just suck at cooking.”

Jack chuckled.Could she be any cuter?“I’m sure you can’t be that bad,” he said, to which she threw him a look that said he was very wrong. “But yes, I can cook. And do the washing, and vacuum, and change the sheets, and I even hang up my towel after I shower.”

Sophie stared at him the same way she’d stared at his dessert at the wedding reception, with a hungry and covetous gaze. “Tell me how you load a dishwasher.”

His grin was slow and deliberate. “Like a Scandinavian architect.”

Sophie whimpered and pressed her thighs together. “That is so hot.”

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