Jack shook his head, rounding his eyes. “No more.”
“Ever.”
“Ever.”
I rolled my lips between my teeth. “Because I’m not going to Ohio for someone who lies to me.”
“I won’t lie to you ever again, Mara.”
I lunged at Jack, pushing him flat on the bed and climbing on top of him.
I propped my elbows on his chest and held his cheeks in my hands, like I had so many times before. I looked down into those brown eyes to the man who would truly do anything to make me happy. To make my kids happy. To make our family whole.
“Bonnie and Clyde, baby. Let’s go to Ohio.”
Jack’s eyes flooded. “Really?”
I laughed and started to cry too. “Yeah.”
Jack pulled me into a kiss that almost hurt. “I love you so much, Mara.”
“I know you do. I don’t have to peg you to prove it.”
Jack smirked and lifted his eyebrows. “But what if I want you to peg me?”
I grinned and kissed him again, then cooed in his ear, “Bend over, Jack.”
FIFTY-FOUR
JACK
MARCH
“Maybe a little more making out beforeyou take my asshole?” I asked.
Mara smirked. “Fine. But you have to say the thing again.”
“What thing?” I teased.
Mara giggled, reached for the riding crop, and turned me on my side, whipping each ass cheek. “Say it.”
“Ow! I love you, Mara.”
Mara climbed back on top of me, her strap-on pressing against my rapidly hardening cock. “I love you too, you jackass.”
I spanked her and waited for her reaction. She dropped her jaw. “Oh, you want it bad, don’t you? You want me to kick your ass.”
“Kinda,” I said, laughing into another kiss. This one turned into something more, with Mara grinding on top of me. I reached up to pull her bra cups down, exposing her luscious nipples. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.”
“Don’t I know it?” she said with a wicked little grin.
“I love this body, and I love how much you love it,” I said, taking a handful of her ass. “It’s a beautiful thing.”
“You know what’s going to be more beautiful?” she asked. “Seeing your ass full of me.”
“Why don’t you take some pictures?” I asked.
“Speaking of pictures, we still haven’t talked about your locker room bathroom brattiness, sir. You’re still going to pay for that.”
