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Another push, another cresting wave, as heat met heat right at the very center of me.

His tongue wiggled within the tight space, thrusting and licking, and I came away again, shuddering beneath his touch.

Slowly he pulled away and I opened my eyes. His grin was so wide his eyes shone. “I love the sound of you coming apart.”

“Jack.” I couldn’t get any more words out. He’d given me everything I’d dreamed of.

His fingers danced up my tummy, lifting my tank and revealing my stomach. I wanted more.

Lowering my arms, I circled them around him, pulling him close and kissing his mouth, tasting myself, knowing he’d been deep within me with his tongue made me shiver again.

“Come inside me,” I whispered, meeting his gaze.

With a flashing smile, he undid his fly and pushed down his jeans while I yanked uselessly at his T-shirt until he twisted and gave me the room to pull it over his head. Reaching into the bedside drawer he pulled out a condom and I watched mesmerized as he rolled it along his hard-on. “I want to learn how to do that.” I stared, awe inspired. He laughed, rolling me onto my back.

“Lessons later. First I need to do this.”

He pushed hard inside me and I gasped, gripping onto his shoulders. Our gazes met. Our hips fell into an easy rhythm, a tune unique to the two of us and I sighed as Jack filled me up to the brim over and over and over again until we both collapsed calling one another’s names.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Jack

“Ah, Jack, I am so pleased to have you back.” Greene jumped up and shook my hand. I handed him his coffee which I’m pretty sure was the main reason why he was so pleased to see me. I bet none of his other bitches brought him a coffee with a smile quite so winning as mine. “What a nightmare you’ve had. How are things now?”

Okay, so I’d lied. Told Greene my mother had taken ill during the funeral procession for my grandmother. Lies, but all vaguely built on the truth.

“Better. I think she just got overtired and stressed.”

Yeah, I’d left Mom pretty stressed. Unwilling to hang around and listen to her excuses for why I’d been lied to for twenty-four years. And not a little white lie either. A massive—the dad who beats you up isn’t actually your dad—kind of lie.

I couldn’t think about it. Didn’t want to think about it.

Waking up with Lyra had been heaven and nothing could ruin that. Nothing.

“So I’ve been thinking.” Greene waved me down to a chair opposite his desk, which I took, balancing my coffee on my knee. “With all this press attention we have it’s probably best you stay out of the limelight for a while.”

Okay so Greene could ruin my mood within the space of a nanosecond.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I just mean, with your personal association with the Collins family, it might be best for you to work on different things.”

“Are you saying I don’t have my job?”

“No, not at all! Believe me, you are far too good to let go.”

“But I have nothing to do with the Collins family.”

“No. But you did for a few years. Even Lyra Lennox thought you’d been hired by them.”

“But I wasn’t…” I arched an eyebrow daring him to contradict this truth.

“Listen, Jack. You’ve only got to get through this academic year. Next year you will be starting your PhD, all your teaching credits will be in your favor.”

“So what exactly do you want me to do? I always work with the scholarship student and have done since I was a student myself.”

“Ah, but Shaun and Lyra are getting on wonderfully.”