And I kept believing it, even when Jack snuck his fingers beneath the back of my t-shirt and dragged them up and down. His hands were so warm—so rough—on my bare skin, rubbing little circles on my back. I returned the favor, massaging his hair, and he turned to place his mouth over my ear, letting out an oh-so-miserable sigh.
Oh, god. Jack knew exactly what he was doing.
He knew we shouldn’t be doing this.He knew.
And yet, here I was, not stopping him. Here I was, falling deeper into this fantasy that we were a real family. The masquerade felt less performative by the day. I felt something for this man, and that scared the hell out of me.
So what did I do?
I made a terrible decision.
Seemed like I was making a lot of those these days, so what was one more?
I moved my body downward, dragging myself against him. Jack’s hands froze and tightened on my back before he pushed them down to my hips. He gripped them hard and pulled me into him the slightest bit, gauging my reaction. When I didn’t protest, he applied more pressure.
We shouldn’t be doing this.
How many times had I told myself that since we found out we were pregnant? Was it that hard to contain myself around him? Or was there something bigger here that I was ignoring?
My mind said,to hell with it, as I brought myself onto his lap and grinded. Hard. A loud, sexy groan left Jack’s lips as he dug his hands into my ass. I whimpered, not ready to face him, and brought my mouth to his neck, nipping at the skin.
“Maggie…” he warned.
“Jack,” I cried into his neck. “Everything is out of control right now. Just let me control this one thing.”
“Control–what?” He sounded confused, but kept my ass in place. I grinded against him in response.
“Let’s just forget everything for a second. Please.”
“Forget about what?” This time, he pulled his hands away and brought them to my shoulders, forcing me to sit up on his lap. I sighed and avoided eye contact with him—at least until his hands moved down to my thighs and began massaging them. He wasn’t supposed to catch the secret look I shot him. A smirk crossed his face.
Damn it.
“Tell me what’s going on, baby.” His accent bled through, the way it always seemed to whenever we were intimate. That accent he tried so hard to mask only made me want him more. I rolled my head back, focusing on his hands rubbing my thighs.
He stopped.
“Jack,” I groaned, bringing my eyes back to his.
“Talk to me, and I’ll keep going.”
I lowered my eyebrows and shot him a dirty look. “Are you trying to exploit my thoughts by touching me?” The look on his face answered my question.Smart-ass.“Nothing is going on.”
“Bullshit.” He met my gaze with his fierce one. Of course, he was worried about me. Of course, he had to be this fucking intuitive.
“If I tell you, do you promise to finish what you started?”
“You mean…” His eyes darkened. “Do you want me to make you come, Maggie?”
His words nearly did me in, and he hadn’t even done anything yet. Another whimper escaped me. He sat up so our chests touched, and covered the shell of my ear with his mouth. “I’d do anything you want, baby. I’d touch you and whisper all the dirty things you like until you’re writhing beneath me.”
I sighed in desperation, ready for him to take me then and there. My answer was another roll of my hips onto what told me I was obviously not the only one feeling desperate for this. His hands reached the apex of my thighs, his fingers toying with the edges of my sleep shorts. I was so ready. I needed him. Whatever he was willing to give, I would take.
My eyes were locked onto Jack’s. We watched each other like predator and prey: wild, intense, deadly. Never leaving my gaze, Jack slid one of his fingers under my shorts, and I followed with a soft gasp. His eyebrows raised when he realized I wasn’t wearing panties, and his touch immediately met the place I was begging for.
“Maggie Hennicke,” he whispered. His tone was lethal.
“Shut up, and touch your wife, Jack.” His name came out as more of a moan than a word. He was torturing me, dragging one calloused finger up and down my wet folds. I shifted suddenly so the tip of his finger barely slipped inside of me, and he immediately pulled it out, continuing his slow torture.
