Second Chance Scandal

I was a man.

Pussy meant nothing to me, but Sophie meant something in every last part of me. Once my mouth reached the top of her chest, I loudly groaned and placed my forehead on her cleavage.

“Do you have any idea how bad I want to fuck you right now?”

“Umm…” She panted, making my dick twitch. “I have some idea based on … well, you know.”

Looking up at her through the slits of my eyes. “My hard dick?”

Her face turned thirty different shades of red before she answered, “Yeah, that.”

I laughed, kissing her nipple through her top, and her back arched off the bed. Instead of continuing my journey of exploring her body, I laid my head on her stomach. I needed to stop what was happening between us.

The truth was, she was ready.

I was the one who wasn’t.

Within seconds, her nails slid across my back, leaving tingles in their wake.

“If I don’t stop, I’m going to take something else from you, Sophie.”

“What if I’m giving it to you?”

“I don’t deserve it.”

“If not you, then who?”

“Some guy who can actually be your hero.”

“Who says you can’t be?”

“Me.”

She paid attention to the hard tone in my honest response. “You need to give yourself more credit than that, Jax.”

“I’m no good for you, Sophie.”

“Let me be the judge of that.”

“Your opinion of me is skewed.”

“Not any more than yours is of yourself. I mean, look what you just did, you literally stopped when you could have kept going, and I would have let you.”

“I’m a selfish asshole, and I want you all to myself. I don’t want to share you with anyone.”

She smiled. “You don’t have to. I’m yours. I wish you could see what I see in you. You’re a great guy, and I’m happy to have you in my life.”

“You’re too sweet for your own good.”

“And you’re too hard on yourself.”

I gazed up at her. “So how did they get their happily ever after in your book?”

In one sentence she rendered me speechless. “He was lost, and she finds him.”

For the next hour we spoke about nothing and everything until I fell asleep on top of her. I woke up with her in my arms before the sun came up. It was the first time I’d ever slept like that with anyone. I wasn’t the only one taking firsts—Sophie was taking mine too.

After I woke her up so she could sneak back into her room, I laid there wide awake.