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M aggie gaped at Jack. Then she moved her gaze to Ian. Finally, she glanced hesitantly over to him.

Jameson tried to look calm. He didn’t know if she needed him to come or not.

This isn’t about you. It’s about Maggie. She comes first.

“You guys can’t go with me,” she said quietly.

“Why not?” Ian asked.

“Your jobs. You can’t leave at such short notice.”

Jack snorted. “If there’s one thing the princes understand, it’s putting your woman first. We’d be in more trouble if we didn’t go with you.”

“Really?” she asked.

Jameson watched as hope filled her face. She really didn’t understand her value, did she?

You need to show her.

“We’re coming,” Ian said firmly.

“I . . . I’ll pay for your tickets,” she said. “I’m really sorry, I can only afford economy.”

“You’ll do no such thing,” Ian said firmly as Jack grabbed his phone. He was likely texting Caleb.

“Ian, I can’t expect you guys to pay,” Maggie said.

Ian shot her a stern look. “What I expect is for you to relax and concentrate on feeling better. We are going to organize all of this. Understand?”

“Prince Kassim said yes and he insists that we take the private jet,” Jack said.

Caleb worked fast.

Ian nodded. “Good. It’s settled.”

“I . . . I . . . I don’t know what to say. Thank yo.”

“You’re going to have your bottle and then I’ll put you to bed,” Ian said. “We’ll get everything organized.”

Grabbing the bottle, he held it to her lips. Longing filled Jameson and he wished he was the one feeding it to her.

And then later, he’d feed her his cock. Watch it disappear into her mouth as he told her to be a good girl. Have her suck on him when she needed comfort and reassurance.

He had to glance away, he could feel his dick getting hard.

His need for her grew the more time he spent with her. And so did his desire to Top her.

To be her Daddy.

Raising his gaze, he met Jack’s knowing one. The other man raised an eyebrow before glancing down at his crotch with a smirk.

God, he could be a dick.

“I’m going to bed.” Jameson stood.

“I’m sure you are. Having a shower first, are you?” Jack drawled.

Even Ian was smirking at him now.

Jameson scowled at them both. “You two are dicks.”

Maggie opened her eyes, turning her head toward him. The nipple of the bottle slipped from her mouth.

“Uh-uh, Little girl,” Ian said in a low voice. “You need to drink all of this.”

He ran the nipple over her lips and she parted them again.

That’s it. He had to get out of there before he embarrassed himself. Jameson walked to the door.

“Jameson, can you get the time off easily? I know you’re on an extended leave of absence,” Ian asked.

He stilled. What?

Turning, he looked at the three of them. Jack was still smiling but there was a tension in his body. Ian was frowning, and he knew the wrong answer would get him a lecture.

Or worse.

Then he glanced down at Maggie and saw the hope in her eyes.

“You want me to come?” he asked.

“Course we do,” Ian said gruffly.

“You’re coming,” Jack added.

Maggie just continued to stare at him. Then she tapped Ian’s hand and he drew the bottle away.

“If it’s too much to ask, I understand,” she told him quietly. “I know why you wouldn’t want to go back to London. And you have an important job here.”

He strode back strode over and gently grasped her chin, tilting her face up so she had to look into his eyes. “Do you want me to go with you, precious girl?”

“Yes,” she breathed out. “But?—”

“Then I’m coming.” After dropping his hold on her, he spun away and headed into the downstairs bathroom. Turning on the shower, he quickly stripped. He climbed into the water before it was even hot and grabbed his cock in his hand.

Leaning one hand against the shower wall, he pumped his dick.

Fuck. Closing his eyes, he squeezed himself firmly. As much as he tried to get her out of his head, he couldn’t. She was firmly in there, filling his mind. It was her touching him, her lips around him, her soft murmurs of need filling the air.

He’d order her to stay still while he fucked her mouth. She’d stare up at him with hunger and love in her eyes.

Obedient.

Wanting to please him.

He came with a groan. Fuck. He didn’t think he’d come that quick since he was a teenager.

After washing up, he wrapped a towel around him, realizing that he had nothing to get changed into. He walked back to the living room, peeking into the kitchen to see that none of them were there. They must have been upstairs in bed.

He should have known better.

Lying on the sofa, where he’d been sleeping since she was taken, was Jack.

“Get off,” Jameson grumbled. “You’re getting my blankets all messed up. I don’t want them to smell like you.”

Jack had no boundaries.

And Jameson liked boundaries.

You wouldn’t mind her in your bed. Her scent clinging to your sheets.

“Enjoy yourself?” Jack drawled with a knowing smirk.

“You’re an asshole.” Jameson quickly drew on some boxers and then pajamas. He abhorred living out of a suitcase. He liked everything in its place, including his clothes.

But you haven’t complained, because it’s meant you get to be closer to her.

“Seems like you took care of your little problem.”

“It wasn’t little ,” Jameson countered. Then he groaned. Jack was goading him.

“This sofa is fucking uncomfortable,” Jack muttered. “I don’t know how you can stand it with your princess sensibilities.”

“What do you want, Jack?” Jameson demanded.

Jack’s face hardened. “You’re coming with us.”

Jameson raised an eyebrow. Of course he was. But he didn’t like being told what to do. “I said I would. But if I hadn’t, what then? You’ll force me?”

“Yep. It’s what Maggie wants.”

“She wants you to force me?” Jameson asked, bewildered.

“No. You know she’d never force you. In fact, she likely feels guilty that you’re leaving your very important job to come. But her needs come first.”

Jameson sighed and sat on the armchair. “Agreed.”

Satisfaction filled Jack’s face. Then he smiled. “Good. Then you’ll use this time wisely. You’ll woo her.”

“Woo her? Who the fuck says woo anymore?” Jameson demanded.

“Don’t try to deflect.”

Fuck. That’s what he was doing. Latching on to something that wasn’t important. Because Jack’s words were so fucking important that they scared him.

He wasn’t meant to be afraid of anything anymore. That’s why his life was so sterile. Void of anything or anyone that could hurt him.

Well, not anymore.

“You were jealous watching Ian feed her that bottle,” Jack pointed out.

“I’m not a Daddy Dom anymore.”

Aren’t you?

“Mate, you need to get off that train because it is boring me.”

Jameson narrowed his gaze at him. “I’m sorry that my needs and feelings bore you.”

“Everyone’s needs and feelings are of no interest to me unless it affects my girl. So that’s why I’m here . . . pretending to care. Also, you’re one of my best friends, so Ian said I should care about you too.”

“How does no one see what a psychopath you are?”

Jack grinned. “I should have been an actor.”

He really should have been.

“We both know if you were truthful to yourself, that you want what we’ve got with Maggie. You want to Top her. To Daddy her. To fuck her. So stop being in denial.”

Fuck. It wasn’t like he could argue. He’d basically told them that himself. Still, if he didn’t like Jack bringing up these truths.

“I told her I wanted to spend time getting to know her and see where things could go. I just don’t want to hurt her.”

Jack’s face darkened. “I would never let you. But I know you’re not going to because you can’t stand seeing her upset either. Besides, I know she wants you too because she’s not living in denial city.”

“She told you?”

“Yep. And now I’m going up to sleep with my girl because this sofa sucks. And up there, I get to sleep with my hand on her pussy and my dick nestled against her ass.”

“Too much information.”

“Just giving you goals. She even lets me sleep with my fingers inside her.”

For fuck’s sake.

Now he needed another shower.