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“Course we do,” Ian said gruffly.
“You’re coming,” Jack added.
Maggie just continued to stare at him. Then she tapped Ian’s hand and he drew the bottle away.
“If it’s too much to ask, I understand,” she told him quietly. “I know why you wouldn’t want to go back to London. And you have an important job here.”
He strode back strode over and gently grasped her chin, tilting her face up so she had to look into his eyes. “Do you want me to go with you, precious girl?”
“Yes,” she breathed out. “But?—”
“Then I’m coming.” After dropping his hold on her, he spun away and headed into the downstairs bathroom. Turning on the shower, he quickly stripped. He climbed into the water before it was even hot and grabbed his cock in his hand.
Leaning one hand against the shower wall, he pumped his dick.
Fuck. Closing his eyes, he squeezed himself firmly. As much as he tried to get her out of his head, he couldn’t. She was firmly in there, filling his mind. It was her touching him, her lips around him, her soft murmurs of need filling the air.
He’d order her to stay still while he fucked her mouth. She’d stare up at him with hunger and love in her eyes.
Obedient.
Wanting to please him.
He came with a groan. Fuck. He didn’t think he’d come that quick since he was a teenager.
After washing up, he wrapped a towel around him, realizing that he had nothing to get changed into. He walked back to the living room, peeking into the kitchen to see that none of them were there. They must have been upstairs in bed.
He should have known better.
Lying on the sofa, where he’d been sleeping since she was taken, was Jack.
“Get off,” Jameson grumbled. “You’re getting my blankets all messed up. I don’t want them to smell like you.”
Jack had no boundaries.
And Jameson liked boundaries.
You wouldn’t mind her in your bed. Her scent clinging to your sheets.
“Enjoy yourself?” Jack drawled with a knowing smirk.
“You’re an asshole.” Jameson quickly drew on some boxers and then pajamas. He abhorred living out of a suitcase. He liked everything in its place, including his clothes.
But you haven’t complained, because it’s meant you get to be closer to her.
“Seems like you took care of your little problem.”
“It wasn’tlittle,” Jameson countered. Then he groaned. Jack was goading him.
“This sofa is fucking uncomfortable,” Jack muttered. “I don’t know how you can stand it with your princess sensibilities.”
“What do you want, Jack?” Jameson demanded.
Jack’s face hardened. “You’re coming with us.”
Jameson raised an eyebrow. Of course he was. But he didn’t like being told what to do. “I said I would. But if I hadn’t, what then? You’ll force me?”
“Yep. It’s what Maggie wants.”
