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Yes. This is the moment I get to taste him.
“Jensen?” Miko’s voice echoes through the house, and we freeze.
“Fuck!” Jensen pulls his fingers from my mouth, slides me onto the bed beside him, then jumps up and glances around the room before his eyes land back on me. He bends and captures my chin in the palm of his hand.
“Don’t keep things from me again, Immie. I won’t be gentle next time.”
Next time? Bring it on.
“Okay, Daddy,” I whisper, and he inhales deeply, then turns and walks away.
Jensen Marino is slowly unraveling and finally becoming my daddy.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
JENSEN
I rush down the stairs with my pulse rushing in my ears.
What the hell am I thinking touching Immie like that?
Though, I can’t help but bring my fingers to my mouth and push them inside. My cock jumps, and I will the fucker to calm down.
I push the door to the kitchen open, and Miko’s dark eyes scan me. “Did I interrupt something?”
“What?”
He gestures toward my groin area, and I glance down to see the wet patches from Immie’s come and my pre-cum marking my joggers.
“Shut the fuck up,” I snap back. “Is it dealt with?” I move around the counter where I left the scumbag who dared to scare Immie and find the spot empty and no trace of blood. Impressive.
“You need better security.”
“I didn’t want to garner any more attention on the property than necessary, and besides, I wasn’t home long enough to warrant the attention.” I move around the kitchen to make a coffee and hold the cup up before placing it under the machine to offer Miko one, but he shakes his head.
“And now?”
I press the start button, then turn to give him my attention. “Now we change the security codes, and I give Amanda a warning.”
“You need more than a security code if you’re staying.”
“Who says I’m staying?” I lift my eyebrow, though my words cause my heart to twist.
The fucker scoffs and shakes his head. “The cum stains on your joggers and the absence of your wife tell me you’re staying.”
Rolling my eyes, I grab my coffee from the machine, then walk away, ignoring the disgruntled groans of my brother.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
IMMIE
I slide out of my bed and forgo taking my teddy bear with me. I don’t want to freak Jensen out too much, not tonight, not when he’s so close to giving me what I want.
The reminder of the bear he brought me when he rescued me might tamper his growing attraction toward me, and I can’t have that.
It’s almost two in the morning when that bitch he still calls a wife returns home. I know her nightly rituals like the back of my hand. I came to realize them when I woke one night from a nightmare at fourteen to find the house empty, and the only place I felt safe was in Jensen’s bed, wearing one of his T-shirts.
The moment Jensen went back to work, she abandoned me. The selfish woman couldn’t even be bothered to take me to my therapy classes, let alone school, and by the time Jensen returned, I’d become more of a recluse than ever, and his credit card bill became larger, thanks to Amanda’s inability to control her spending.
