Total pages in book: 173
Estimated words: 174632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 873(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 174632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 873(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
“And live our happy ever after.”
65
Jameson was so mean.
She squirmed on his lap, deliberately squeezing her pussy around his thick cock, which was deep inside her.
“That’s another ten,” he said calmly as he wrote something down on a notepad.
Honestly, she had no idea if he was actually doing research for work or just pretending. How he could think right now, she had no idea. Because she was basically a mess.
She needed to come. She was so wet with arousal that she could feel it on the top of her thighs. Something she’d probably be really embarrassed about later.
“Please, Sir,” she begged.
“No.”
How was he so unaffected by their position? It was so unfair.
“So mean.”
“What’s going on?”
She looked up with a groan as Jack entered the dining area of their house. Jameson had an office, so why did he have to do this here?
They’d been back in Escana for three weeks. Maggie hadn’t been sure what would happen when they returned. The guys had been living in a house on palace grounds, but there wasn’t a space for Uncle Willy. He needed to still be independent while having her close by.
But that had already been solved by the time they got back. They’d been moved to a different house with five bedrooms, with a hidden, smaller cottage close by. It gave them all their privacy.
Uncle Willy was on new medication and doing really well. And the queen and kings had even asked Uncle Willy to go traveling with them sometimes. Which had taken a huge weight off her shoulders. She knew he loved traveling and seeing new things. Maggie didn’t really want to leave Escana, though.
She just wanted to be safe here with her men.
Indie was living with Slade and his friends. When Maggie talked to her, she seemed to be good. Weirdly, though, one of Slade’s friends was always hovering around Indie. But she swore she was fine.
That just left her men. And they were her everything. They hadn’t ‘kidnapped’ her as Jack suggested. They didn’t need to. As for a Marjarsom period, well, it wasn’t necessary but they’d had their own version of one. Shorter, and they’d still seen Uncle Willy, of course. But they’d spent time together. The four of them.
Her men loved her. And she’d never wanted anyone as much as she wanted them.
“Maggie is being punished,” Jameson told Jack.
She whimpered. This was so mean.
“She is? By being made to sit on your lap? I can see how that would be punishing,” Jack said.
“Come closer,” Jameson said.
Jack walked over and Jameson lifted her dress to reveal how they were connected.
“Ahh, a bit of cock warming. Nice.” Jack grinned down at her.
Her cheeks were bright red. This was just . . . awesome.
“How is that going for you, baby girl?” Jack asked, swinging a chair around to sit on it, facing backward. “Did mean old Jameson get you all worked up before he made you sit on his dick? Hmm? And now I bet you get into trouble if you try to move, don’t you? Have you been tempted to try and touch yourself?”
“She has,” Jameson replied. “And she’s only added to the spanking that she is going to get when she is allowed to move.”
“It’s not fair,” she said. “I wasn’t even that naughty.”
Jameson grasped hold of her chin and turned her head to the side so she could glance back at him. She was sitting with her knees bent and resting on either side of his hips, her back to his front. Thankfully, these dining chairs were extra wide so she could kneel comfortably.
Although that meant Jameson could draw this out as long as he wanted. Or at least until his control snapped.
Fat chance of that happening.
“Not that naughty?” he said in that low voice. “Tell Jack what you called yourself.”
Well. Drat.
Jack was the most reasonable of her men. He wouldn’t get mad at her, right?
“I was on the phone to Indie!” she protested. “How was I to know that Quaid was listening in? And that he’d turn out to be a huge tattletale.”
She wouldn’t say that her guys and Slade and his friends got along. But before they’d said goodbye to Indie, Jameson and Quaid had exchanged numbers.
And it seemed Quaid intended to use that number to rat her out!
Jameson let go of her chin as Jack reached over and grasped the back of her neck. His face was serious as he stared down at her. “What did you say?”
“Just that I was a useless assistant who didn’t deserve her job anymore.”
Jack’s eyes widened.
“And why did you say that about yourself?” Jameson prompted.
“Because I had a freak-out when I went into the desert with Uncle Willy.”
Coming back to Escana wasn’t quite the smooth sailing she’d thought it would. She hadn’t realized that she would have PTSD since the kidnapping. It might have been naive of her, but she’d thought she’d just push through.