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His finger slides through the folds of my sex to gently stroke my clit. Too gently. It’s not enough pressure to get me off, only to tease.

“So wet.” He says it like he’s surprised.

“It’s been a while, and a girl has needs. I haven’t had a chance to get them filled.”

“Love, you better be teasing me.” His finger slips lower, and I bite the inside of my cheek so I don’t cry out. “Guess I’ll find out for myself.”

He spreads my thighs until the panties around my knees won’t let them go any farther. When I feel him shift behind me, I peek over my shoulder to see him kneeling.

“Jack?” I whisper.

“You made me do this, love.” He slowly presses a finger inside of me and groans. “You’re a little liar. No one’s been inside of you.” My sex contracts around his finger, and I fight not to push back to make it go deeper inside.

“Please.” The one word leaves me, and my clit starts to throb. I turn my face so he can’t see how flushed I am because I’m practically panting now.

“Please put a cock in you?” The sound of a zipper is loud in the room. Oh God, is this really happening? “Since for once you asked nicely.”

I whimper as he presses the head of his cock inside of me, then his hand reaches around, and his fingers stroke my clit.

“Jack,” I moan.

His thrusts are shallow, and he’s not really entering me any deeper. His fingers rub my clit until I cry out in pleasure. Warmth explodes through my body as I cum, and the orgasm is so hard I have to gasp for air before my body goes limp.

Jack lets out a groan, and then I feel his cock slip out of me. A rush of warm liquid runs down my thighs, and I wonder if that’s from me or him. I don’t ask because my mind is still spinning.

He unties my hands then lifts me to turn and face him. Jack doesn’t say a word as his mouth comes down on mine in a hard kiss.

“Avoid me again and I’ll be back to give you another spanking.” I gape at him as he rights his clothes. “You can keep the shirt, love.”

That’s the last thing he says before he turns and strolls out the door.

What. The. Hell.

Chapter Eight

JACK

She’s avoiding me again.

Yesterday got out of hand, but fuck, I’ve never felt anything so good in my life. I’ve never spanked anyone before, but somehow I knew that’s what Tinsel needed, and God, did it make me hard. Her pretty round ass bright pink with my handprint across it was a sight I’ll never forget. She was so wet and needy when I rubbed her clit and watched her get off.

I should have thought through what I was doing before I put my cock at her opening and came inside her, but all I could do was go on instinct. The thing inside me that told me to hold her down and spank her ass was the same voice screaming at me to cum in her. All I could think about was making Tinsel my personal plaything while breeding her.

She wasn’t at the bakery this morning, so I decided to go to City Hall and skip the coffee. The thing that’s been weighing on my mind the most is North. As much as I want Tinsel, I need North to be okay with it too. I thought about it all night, and I’m not sure what I’ll do if he doesn’t want me to be with her. On one hand, fuck him, but on the other, he’s my best friend. He’s been like a brother to me and given me a family when I had none.

The more I thought about it, the more I knew that no matter what, I’m done pretending I don’t want Tinsel. Once she stops pretending she doesn’t want me too, we can do this thing for real.

Snow is blanketing the town now, and it looks like a picture out of a magazine. Troping really is something special, and City Hall is right in the heart of it. When I walk inside, I’m surprised to see North leaning over the receptionist desk. Joy, his new hire, is looking up at him with wide eyes like she’s a deer caught in headlights.

At the sound of my entrance, North snaps his head up and then says something to her I don’t catch before straightening and walking over to me.

“Hey Jack, what brings you in here? Another ticket?”

“I need to talk to you,” I say, and his smile falters.

“Is everything okay?”

“Let’s go to your office.”

When he closes his door, he turns to face me with concern in his eyes. “Tell me what’s going on. What’s wrong?”

The sigh that leaves me is heavy, and it feels like this conversion has been years in the making. I guess it actually has, but I’m finally ready to stop pretending. I’ve thought about how to say this, and I’m still not sure. I want to ease him into it so he doesn’t have a chance to freak out. I owe him a thoughtful and complete explanation.


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