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Not only was her robe somewhat see-through—it was also slightly open, and I could basically see everything. Incapable of resisting the everlasting beauty that was Sophie Hayes, I eyed her with a predatory regard. I didn’t give a flying fuck her boyfriend was standing there beside her.

There was no ring on her finger, but that wouldn’t have stopped me if there was. It didn’t matter who had her after me.

I would forever be her first.

No one could take that away from me, not even her.

The photos that were texted to Autumn didn’t do her justice. Sophie looked better in person, if that was even possible, and I found myself getting hard at the mere sight of her standing in front of me.

Looking disheveled.

Anxious.

Her awkwardness had always been a huge fucking turn-on for me, so realizing I still made her nervous wasn’t a sentiment I was willing to overlook.

Continuing my pursuit, I deviously grinned at her, still not saying a word while I allowed my eyes to do all the work for me. My greedy stare traveled from her hazel eyes that appeared almost green in this lighting, to her pouty lips that were swollen from kissing the son of a bitch who hadn’t moved an inch in my direction.

If I’d seen any man gaping at my girl the way I was with her, I would have started swinging already.

She narrowed her eyes, following the trail of my relentless gaze over every inch of her body. It was obvious I was making her uncomfortable.

Her frame was unsteady, and the pulse on her neck throbbed while her thighs clenched closer together.

After all these years, I saw what I craved.

Wanted.

Needed.

My effect on her was alive and thriving, simply reminding me of all the times I captivated her attention when I shouldn’t have. Her lips puckered, watching my every move. Triggering memories of how many times she’d watched me be consumed by her.

My heady stare lingered down her mouth and toward her tits which caused her nipples to harden until my regard found her pussy. Tapering my gaze, I prolonged my visual assault of her luscious thighs, envisioning them wrapped around my face while she begged me for mercy.

“Please, Jax … I can’t come anymore.”

“You can, Sophie. I’ve only just started.”

I licked my lips, tasting her on my tongue, and that was when she had enough. She harshly tightened her robe, holding it closed against her chest.

“Your robe is see-through, Soph. Not that it matters, I’ve already fucked you senseless.”

Her mouth dropped open. “After all these years that’s the first thing you say to me! You shameless bastard!”

Her boyfriend was in my face before she got the last word out. “What did you just say to her?”

“Oh.” I connivingly smiled, eyeing him up and down. “Now you want to man up? Not when I was just eye fucking the shit out of her?”

“Who the hell do you think you are?”

There was no hesitation on my part, I declared, “I’m her kid’s father! Who the fuck are you?”

Sophie loudly gasped, her eyes wide and stunned.

“Yeah, sweetheart.” I sternly nodded. “I know. So unless you want me to lay this guy out, I suggest you tell him to leave. Now!”

Her chest was rising and falling while her eyes rimmed with fresh tears. She wanted to breakdown, and for a second I felt bad. Then I remembered she’d hid my son from me for the last seven years, and all I felt was anger.

Bright.

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