“I need to feed you before I go,” he mutters, cutting french toast and pouring massive amounts of syrup on top—my favorite.
“Thank you, but I’m capable of feeding myself,” I say, my words falling on deaf ears as he tops the stack with fresh berries. “I’m not hungry. I’ll eat later when Sadie gets here,” I add.
“Eat, Annabelle,” he demands, pressing a forkful to my lips.
This is it…
This is my chance to put him in his place and stop all this domineering shit right now.
Instead, I open my mouth and let him feed me.
The bastard has me wrapped around his little finger, and he knows it. I can tell by the way he’s smirking at my submission.
“Don’t be cheeky, Jack,” I mumble around my food.
He cuts another piece, and I put my finger up. “If you’re going to feed me, you might as well get it right. I want a taste of each thing in rotation: French toast, yogurt, croissant, fruit, a sip of my latte, then back to the beginning.” I smirk. “Please and thank you.”
He raises one brow. “There are two things you left out of rotation that are on the menu: cock and balls,” he deadpans, and I laugh, choking on my food.
“God.” I chuckle. “Is this all you think about it?”
“Yeah, pretty much.” He shrugs. “It’s taking every ounce of restraint I have not to fuck you into the lounger you’re lying on. Every time you move, I get a glimpse of your pert pink nipples, and I’m about to blow in my goddamn pants.”
“Mmmm.” I reach down and playfully whip my robe off, shimmying my breasts out in the open. “You mean these nipples, Jack?” I tease, closing my robe stealthily when his hand shoots out to grab one.
“No, no… Your girl is hungry, and you said I need to eat.” I wink, and he barks out a laugh.
“You’ll pay for that later. You don’t get to deny me what’s mine.”
“And like I always say, I look forward to it.” Smirking, I take a bite of croissant. “But by later, you mean tomorrow, right? Don’t forget we’re not staying together tonight.”
He pauses mid-bite, then places his fork down. “What are you talking about? Why the hell wouldn’t we stay together? And don’t give me thatWe’rekeeping it a secretshit. We always stay together. Way before we became a couple.”
I roll my eyes at his dramatics. “I already told you, I’m sleeping with Sadie tonight.”
“You were being serious?” he murmurs. “Why do they need to keep that crazy tradition? They have two kids together and aren’t some innocent couple that needs to spend the night away from one another.”
He’s right, but Sadie’s dreamt of her wedding her whole life and deserves the whole package. “Leave your sister alone. She wants the full experience. Kids or not… and speaking of keeping it a secret—”
Jack’s phone dings and he looks down, seemingly not paying attention.
“You’re not listening,” I huff, annoyed.
“You’re about to tell me some bullshit about our relationship that I don’t need to hear, which proves I’m listening, so keep going.”
“It’s not bullshit. We need to figure out what to do about our marriage once we get back to London and leave our fairytale Parisian bubble.”
He drops his phone and narrows his eyes. “What do you mean ‘figure out what to do’? There’s nothing to figure out.”
“Jack.” I sigh. “Marriage is so much more than what we’ve been doing. We went from being best friends, to married, to lovers. We did the last two backward. All I’m saying is I want to set us up for success, that’s all. Maybe we start from the beginning, like normal couples.”
“No—” he starts, then looks at his watch. “Shit, I have to go, B.”
“Wait. What do you mean byNo?”
He leans down to kiss me and I can tell he’s holding back from deepening it. It will be a while before we can kiss like this again, and we both know if he does, we’ll be starting something he has no time to finish.
He traces his tongue around the fullness of my mouth, biting on my plump bottom lip, groaning loudly in frustration…I know exactly how he feels.
