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Screaming.

Wailing.

Body shaking, thighs clenching.

Sobbing.

“Sir,” she cried. “Oh God, Jack!”

He didn’t relent, didn’t stop licking her, didn’t stop fingering her, couldn’t stop sucking on her clit until he’d wrung every last drop of her pleasure from her.

She flooded his mouth with that pleasure, a sweet, salty liquor he’d been dying to taste for what felt like forever.

Slowly he pulled away, eased his fingers from her pussy and arse, and placed one last soft kiss on her mound, just above her clit. Then he shifted to a kneeling position again and took in the breathtaking sight before him.

Sophie’s eyes were closed, but her mouth was open, the corners hitched up in a very satisfied grin. Her dark hair was a unruly mess strewn across the pillow. Her chest heaved as she sucked in lungful after lungful of air, and a thin sheen of sweat clung to her breasts. Her nipples tightened into rosy peaks as the air conditioning cooled her sweat and goose bumps broke out all over her, causing her to shiver.

And still she didn’t lower her hands.

Still she obeyed him.

Something inside him settled, something he hadn’t felt in so long he’d forgotten how good it could feel.

It wasn’t just satisfaction for a job well done.

It wascontentment.

“You can put your hands down now,” he said quietly, rubbing his own back and forth along her thighs, enjoying the feel of her silky skin, warm against his palms.

“Okay,” she replied. Her voice sounded off, distant. She didn’t move.

Jack frowned. “Are you? Okay?”

Her eyelids fluttered open, and she stared back at him, her rich brown eyes looking languorous under the veil of her thick black lashes. Her mouth stretched in a broad smile, and she took a deep breath to slow her breathing. “Better than okay. That was the most intense orgasm I’ve had in a long,longtime.”

“Is that a fact?” he drawled, his smile broadening to match Sophie’s, his ego swelling with pride. “How long are we talking, angel? Weeks? Months?”

How long had it been since she’d last slept with Ethan? Because Jack knew his brother took great pride in his pussy-eating skills. Not that he saw this night as a contest, but it kinda was. And Sophie was his prize.

One he was determined to claim at any cost.

“Years,” she sighed, stretching her limbs like a contented cat before finally lowering her arms.

Mine!

The thought screamed inside Jack’s head, triumphant and proud.

Possessive.

Sophie was his now, and if Ethan thought for even one second that he could steal her back, he had another think coming.

Jack stared at his woman and his cock twitched, eager and urgent, but it wasn’t just the sight of her naked and spread out before him that drove his lust. He’d wanted her for years, had followed her social media accounts, lusted after her from afar. But in doing so, he’d also seen her kindness and generosity, her humour and intelligence.

She was beautiful both inside and out.

Yes, he was a rich man, and she was a model. Yes, he could have manufactured a reason to force an introduction between them, especially with his connections, but Jack had been hurt before and in the worst way possible. It had been easier to leave the billionaire playboy clichés up to his brother while he buried himself in work and rendered himself invisible to the fairer sex. Even if it meant denying himself a chance at happiness.

Now he knew he’d been a fool.

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