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“I don’t know if I want kids.” Amelia chewed her lips. “Unpopular opinion, I know, but I just don’t have that maternal pull.”
Jack was surprised but respected her choice. Not every woman had to have children. That was an outdated point of view.
“Just another reason to tick me off your list.” She smiled.
“Why?” he frowned.
“Surely someone in your position is expected to marry and have a family. Tick all the public profile boxes,” Amelia explained. “I’m sure the media would hound you.”
Well, she wasn’t wrong about that last part. But the media would find anything to interrogate someone like him over, so that was no reason to do anything. Sure, there were certain rules he had to follow. Going out on a blinder was off the table unless he wanted to end up in the tabloids, but he’d grown out of that pretty quickly in law school.
“You make a lot of assumptions, Ms. Dufort,” he said, leaning forward and placing his mug on the glass designer coffee table. “Maybe I don’t want children?”
“Do you?”
“I don’t know. If it happened, I’d be the best father I could,” Jack replied.
“If your shopping selections are anything to go on, I’m not sure.” Amelia sipped her eggnog and smirked.
Jack laughed and undid the top button of her jeans. “Keep a hold of that drink.”
“Wait, no stop. I’ll drop it.”
“Nope, I want your hands busy,” he said, tugging the denim past her bare feet and kneeling on the floor, throwing one of her legs over his shoulder. “Wide apart, gorgeous.”
“I need to put this down. Jack!”
“Nope.” He moved her lacy black panties to the side and slid his tongue across her pink flesh.
“Shit, shit, shit.” Amelia moaned.
His fingers joined the party as he parted her, more loving how trapped she was balancing the hot drink. Glancing up at her body as his tongue flicked at her clit, Jack watched the frustration on her face.
“This feel good, sweetheart?”
“Yes, shit, Let me—”
“No,” he sucked on the hard nub, and she cried out, pressing her hips into his face. “Patience, beautiful.”
Moving the lace more, Jack slid two fingers inside her pussy and continued sucking, watching as she came apart around him.
“Ohgodohgod, Jack, I’m going to drop this.”
“Control, Amelia.” He smirked, speeding up his tongue and fingers as they sucked, licked, and fucked her. Pressing against the sofa, his cock was hard and ready. It wanted inside her silky channel to claim her, own her, and fill her.
Him.
Only him.
The idea of some other man having his mouth on her swollen flesh was not acceptable.
Not today.
Not when he left.
Minute by minute, he was choosing this woman as his own.
“Jack, oh, Jack, please,” she cried, trembling with need, and he knew if she came, that drink was going to spill everywhere.
