Why did I bring us in here again?
“Annabelle!” he snaps.
Oh.“My brothers were at the end of the hall. I haven’t spoken to Theo all night, afraid he would murder one of us. So I brought us in here to hide.” Which I’d thought was a good idea, but now can see from the look in Jack’s eyes… it was agreatidea.
He stalks toward me on a mission, and I back up slowly, not even caring that brooms are crashing around me.
“So you didn’t come in here to fuck?”
I fake a gasp. “Absolutely not! What type of woman do you take me for?”
He does a shit job of hiding his smirk. “One who’s about to get her ass fucked if she doesn’t take her dress off.”
“Oh.” I take a deep breath, my voice barely a whisper.
Jack stops abruptly, his sharp gaze penetrating me. “You like that, sweetheart? You want me to bend you over and fuck your ass right here in this dirty closet?”
I don’t answer. I can’t. My voice is thick, stuck in my throat.
He lets out a sardonic chuckle. “Not tonight—we have no lube. But soon. I’ve been dying to take you there,” he mumbles, looking me up and down. “That doesn’t mean I’m not going to have you. Take your dress off.”
No problem.“Lock the door,” I say while I unzip the side of my dress, letting it pool on the floor.
“Goddamn, you’re sexy. Leave the heels on and turn around.”
I don’t bother telling him I was planning to leave them on whether he liked it or not. The ground must be filthy in here. But I do turn around, not hesitating even a second, sticking out my bum to taunt him.
I hear it before I feel it, the sound of whooshing in the air as his hand comes down on my behind. My body flies forward, and I catch myself on the wall.
“Bloody hell, what the hell was that for?” I cry, reaching around to soothe my poor bum. Before I get the chance, he grabs my wrist, placing my hand back on the wall.
“Don’t. The sting is your punishment.”
I turn my head to the side, trying to see him, but it’s still dark. Though I can tell he’s trying to calm himself from the sound of his deep, measured breaths.
“Why am I being punished, Jack?”
I already know the answer.
“Taunt me again with George or any other man, and it won’t be the only spank you get. Now spread your legs.”
“Are you not going to kiss me?” I whisper, and when he hesitates, I realize he’s more angry than I thought. “I’m sorry, Jack. Honestly, I was only playing around. You’re the only man for me, you know that.”
He doesn’t answer, but I feel the heat of his body come up behind me. A second later, he trails his fingertips along my spine, up into my hair, massaging my head.
“You’re forgiven, B,” he whispers against my open mouth, sliding his tongue against mine.
If this is all I got, I would be a happy woman. His kisses are perfection, and the second his lips hit mine, my whole body lights up with sparks.
Every. Single. Time.
Our kiss quickly turns frantic, his hand grips my hair tightly while my arse pushes hard into his groin, needing him inside me now.
I recognize the sound of a zipper before his fingers are at my entrance. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”
He slides three fingers inside, not even warming me up. It’s no use anyway; I’m ready to go. “Now, please.”
“You need my cock, baby? You need me to fill you up?”
