“Who was that email from?”
“Oh, that was just Seb congratulating me. He knew if they went public that it would put my finances in the next tier.”
“The next tier, meaning billionaire,” I whisper, and he nods to confirm. “You need to call Sadie and the lads.”
“Nah, I’m going to wait. I need to see Declan in person to rub it in his face.” He chuckles, and I follow, laughing alongside him.
“You two are the worst.” They’re like two little kids, annoying the shit out of each other at all times.
“He’s going to kick himself in the ass since he declined to invest when I told him there was an opportunity. Sucks for him now.” He laughs.
“Congratulations, Jack.” I throw my arms around his neck, cuddling him close. “I’m so proud of you. We need to celebrate.”
“Mmm,” he purrs into my ear, then thrusts his groin into my bum. “I know the perfect way to celebrate.”
I hold on tighter and giggle into his shoulder, ignoring his advance. “You know, you don’t really fit the bill of a billionaire. You don’t look the part.”
He pulls away and looks at me, deadpan. “What part?”
“You know.” I shrug. “You’re”—I wave my hand in front of his face—“Mr. GQ.”
“And?”
“And aren’t most billionaires all stuffy and stiff?”
He inhales sharply. “Oh, trust me, sweetheart, I’m fucking stiff.” He thrusts up again.We need to get out of here.“Stiff as a fucking board.”
“All right, you sexed-up maniac, let’s go.”
He chuckles dryly. “Sexed-up maniac?”
I roll my eyes. “Oh, bugger off.”
He leans over and kisses the curve of my neck. “I can’t help it when I’m around you, B. I have no control over myself.”
What is he saying?
He drags the tip of his tongue along my collarbone, up my neck, and I inhale sharply. “You don’t get it, do you?” he whispers.
“Get what?” I rasp.
“This is happening, so you better break down this makeshift wall you put up. Because after today, I’m not waiting any longer.” He sucks, marking me on my neck.
A wave of arousal sweeps through my body, and I grind my teeth to hold myself back.
This man is making me forget everything I’ve ever worried about when it comes to Jackson Peters.
Because all I want is him.
I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.
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Annabelle
“Jack?”I call.
His eyes shoot up to meet mine and he smiles softly, causing my heart to somersault at the affection shining back at me.
