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  She sits up in surprise and tucks her hair behind her ears, dying to hear my explanation.

  “When calling didn’t work, I wrote e-mails and mailed letters. I never got a response back, so I believed what your father said—that you didn’t want to see me anymore.”

  Jenna’s face twists in pain and anger.

  “Is that offer to confront my father still available?”

  “Whatever you want, I will have it done.”

  I will do whatever Jenna wants me to do to her father. In the end, I know he doesn’t matter to either of us. He can’t come between us anymore, and that’s all that matters now.

  “Mama! Daddy!” Cory yells.

  The anger immediately washes away from Jenna’s face at the sound of our son’s voice.

  “He’s not worth it,” she declares and kisses me sweetly before jumping out of bed. “We’ll be right out, Cory!”

  Jenna grabs some clothes and runs to the bathroom. I grab a pair of jeans and slide them on. When I open the door, Cory is standing there smiling.

  “Hey, buddy! How’d you sleep?”

  “So good! I like it here. Are we going to live here?”

  I chuckle and mess his hair.

  “No. We’re going to New York, remember?”

  “Oh yeah!” he cheers.

  “I know how much you love planes, but have you ever been on one?”

  “Uh-uh,” Cory shakes his head no. “Mr. Jones never lets us go anywhere.”

  I clench my fists. Martin made his own grandson call him “Mr. Jones”? What a motherfucker.

  “Well, get ready for your first plane ride then, buddy.”

  Cory’s mouth drops open.

  “We’re flying to New York?”

  He leaps into my arms for a hug. I lift him up and squeeze him.

  “Thank you for coming to get us,” he says, hugging me tightly.

  My heart melts as I squeeze him. Jenna comes out of the bathroom and throws her hand across her chest when she sees us embracing. Instant tears fall down her face.

  “You’ll never be without a daddy again,” I tell Cory as I kiss his cheek and set him down. He runs over to Jenna and hugs her.

  “Good morning, Mama. We’re going on a plane today!”

  “Wow, how exciting!” she exclaims.

  I walk over to her and look into her eyes.

  “Are you okay with New York?”

  “If you’re there, I’m there,” she smiles.

  I wink, “I just have to make some flight arrangements. Why don’t you guys get ready, and we’ll grab some breakfast?”

  Jenna nods, and I kiss her before heading out of the room with my phone. I call the pilot to see if we can fly out today. After I hang up the phone, I see Cory sitting in front of the TV, all ready to go.

  “Where’s Mama?” I ask, thinking about how he says it in his adorable Southern accent.

  “In the shower,” he answers, entranced by the cartoon that’s on.

  “I’m going to pack,” I tell him.

  “Okay, Daddy. I’ll be here waiting.” Cory smiles at me.

  My heart melts. I never knew how much I wanted to be a father until that little boy called me “Daddy”.

  I head into the bedroom to gather my things. As I hear Jenna singing in the shower, I smile to myself. Visions of Jenna soaping up her magnificent tits has me hard, but I know there is no time for fooling around. I will save the fantasy of taking her in the shower for another time.

  Reminding myself that we don’t have to rush or hide is the weirdest part of all of this. Jenna and I have always had to hide our relationship in the past.

  Now, we’re both adults who can decide what’s best for ourselves. I will make damn sure no one can take her away from me ever again.

  I can’t wait to get her back to my New York penthouse and turn my bedroom into ours. The thought of having her in my arms every night comforts me more than anything else ever has.

  Jenna and Cory will never need a thing from Martin Jones or from anyone else. It took me seven years, but my plan is finally complete.

  Chapter Eleven

  Jenna

  I watch the passing road as Jax drives to the airport. It’s been so long since I’ve been out of Bourne. I smile when I see the AT&T building in the skyline.

  “Look, Mama! It looks like Batman!” Cory shouts and points at the Nashville landmark.

  “You’re going to see all kinds of awesome buildings in New York, too,” Jax tells him. “I can’t wait for you to come live with me.”

  My hearts warms as I look over at Jax. I had convinced myself that Jax wasn’t the fatherly type. That Cory would be better off without a father. Deep down, I’d known that I was lying to myself to self-soothe the absence of Jax. Even still, I never imagined he would be so welcoming to a little boy calling him “Daddy” and wanting so much from him so soon.

  I could always see Jax in Cory as he grew more into his little personality. So it shouldn’t be a big shock that Cory took to Jax so quickly. Seeing them together, though, it’s even more obvious that Cory is a mini-version of Jax. Sweet, smart, and protective.

  As much as I watch out for Cory, he always looks out for me. He hates to see me cry or get angry. Now I’ll have two bodyguards—not the ones my father hired to keep me as a shut-in—but the loves of my life who will do anything to make me happy.

  When we get to BNA Airport, we don’t follow the signs for a specific airline. It’s been a long time since I’ve been to any kind of airport, so I don’t think anything of it.

  We pull up to a gate, and Jax takes out his wallet. He holds up his ID to the man sitting in the booth.

  “Flying private on the Morrison line,” Jax informs him.

  Morrison line? I wonder.

  “You’re at runway B. Thank you, sir,” the man says.

  Cory gasps at his first sight of the planes. He and I have always talked about taking trips together, but that never went over well with my parents.

  “This is like heaven!” Cory gushes.

  Jax laughs and looks at me.

  “We’re flying private?”

  “Why do you sound so surprised?”

  I shrug, “It’s not something that most people do.”

  “I’m not most people. Haven’t you figured that out yet?” he asks with a wink.

  Jax pulls into lot B. We’re on the tarmac with several jets. A man opens the car door for me, and I step out. Jax lets Cory out and takes his hand before he can run toward the aircrafts.

  “Slow down, buddy,” he chuckles.

  “This is so cool!”

  I’ve never seen Cory so excited.

  “I think you just made up for seven years,” I tease.

  The tarmac is windy and blows my hair all over my face. Jax sighs.

  “I don’t think I can ever make up for that. I missed so much.”

  I walk around the car and over to him. I have no words to comfort him, so I kiss him softly instead.

  “We’re all together now, and that’s all that matters.”

  Jax holds my hand, and we begin walking toward the jet. As we approach, something catches my eye. The letters JEN are written on the tail of the aircraft. My mouth drops, and I squeeze Jax’s hand.

  “Jen?”

  He laughs, and I even think I see a hint of a blush.

  “What else am I going to name my private jet?”

  “So, you own this thing?”

  He chuckles again. “I told you I can take care of both of you.”

  I laugh. “You’ve been busy over the past seven years, huh?”

  He shrugs. “I wasn’t raising the most perfect son like you were, but I set myself up for this exact moment.”

  He stops walking to pick Cory up with one strong arm. Cory wraps his small hands around his father’s neck. Jax puts his free arm around me, pulling me close.

  “I did all of this so that I could give you the life I promised you seven years ago. You’re my family.”

>   Jax looks at Cory and kisses his forehead.

  “I love you, Daddy,” Cory says. The words surprise and move me.

  I have only ever heard my son tell me the “L” word. Tears fill mine and Jax’s eyes.

  “I love you, too, Cory.”

  “Mr. Morrison, we’re ready for you now,” a flight attendant announces.

  Cory can’t contain his excitement. He squirms in Jax’s arms, and his father gets the hint. He sets Cory down and takes his hand as the three of us head up the ramp and onto the massive jet named after me. The inside looks like a fancy apartment!

  “Wow!” Cory shouts, running over to an area with videogames.

  “I had that added last minute,” Jax informs me.

  “Somehow, I think that was already here.”

  Jax laughs, “Maybe it was.”

  “Can I see the cockpit?” Cory asks.

  Jax looks at me, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

  “Do you want to see the cockpit?”

  “I think I already did,” I tease.

  We have a hearty laugh as Cory pulls Jax behind him. It’s so nice to experience real laughter again. I have been going through the motions for so long now that I thought I’d forgotten how to laugh. Or how it feels to smile so much it hurts my face. The past twenty-four hours has been a dream I hope to live in forever.

  I glance around the huge jet. The leather seats are lush and cushiony. There is a small kitchen and dining area along with a section of bunk beds. Beyond that is a master bedroom with a king size bed and a full bathroom. I imagine trips around the world with Jax and Cory. A smile spreads across my face as I long for Jax to come back so that I can show him my appreciation.

  Something catches my eye from the pocket on the back of one of the seats. I swear Jax is looking at me from the cover of a magazine, with those fuck-me blue eyes. I grab the copy of Forbes Magazine, and sure enough, it is Jax on the cover!

  Sitting down in one of the most comfortable airplane seats ever, I begin reading the article on Jax. I can’t even fathom how rich he must be to be on the cover of Forbes, or to afford this jet for that matter!

  A sense of pride fills me that he has accomplished so much in only seven years. A sadness fills me, too, that he’d thought he had to do this for me. Jax walks out of the cockpit and sits across from me.

  “Oh God, who left that here?” He blushes as he throws the magazine aside. “Having that on my jet seems egotistical.”

  I place my hands on his thighs and lean forward.

  “You look hot in that picture.”

  He smiles and leans in, kissing me.

  “Did you really do all of this for me, Jax?”

  “Of course I did.”

  I sigh and sit back, looking at him thoughtfully.

  “You know I didn’t want money, right? This is all nice, but I would have been happy with just you.”

  “So you’re mad I became a billionaire?” He snorts, as if that sounds ludicrous.

  “I’m not mad. I just want to make sure that you know if you had come to me in jeans and a dirty t-shirt with only two-cents in your pocket, I would have gone with you.”

  The idea of Jax in tight jeans, like he had worn in high school, and a dirty t-shirt turns me on. I mentally bookmark that fantasy for another time.

  “Jenna, I know,” he says. “You are not your father’s daughter. But I wanted to be able to take care of you, to make sure we never needed your parents, to make sure that I had enough money and power to fight him if it came to that. I’m sure your father knows the name Jax Morrison all too well now. It keeps repeating on him like a bad memory that won’t go away. He doesn’t stand a chance if he ever tries to take you or Cory away from me again.”

  Jax’s eyes turn an intense shade of dark blue as he speaks. His voice is stern and serious as the muscles in his neck pop out. His protectiveness and stance scream masculinity, and it makes me want to make use of the bed in the back. With Cory onboard and the staff still coming in and out of the jet, I don’t think that’s happening, though.

  “Thank you, Jax,” I say, choking on all of my emotions. “For loving me and Cory so easily.”

  “Don’t thank me, Jen. Before you, I had no one. No one that mattered or truly cared about me. You showed me what love really is, and now, you’ve given me a family. I’m eternally grateful,” Jax smiles, his eyes softening.

  We both lean in and share a sweet kiss just as Cory comes running down the aisle, full speed.

  “Mama, this is the best day of my life!”

  Jax and I pull out of our kiss. Immediately, we both grab Cory and kiss a cheek as if it was something we both do every day. Cory wraps his arms around both of us lovingly. I have never felt so complete in my entire life as I do right now with both of my boys in my arms.

  Epilogue

  Jax

  A year later…

  I scratch the scruff on my face as I sit in my third meeting of the day. I didn’t get a chance to shave this morning, and the stubble is starting to itch. Jenna’s orgasm with my head between her thighs makes it all worth it, though. She loves the friction against her skin, and I love the moans it elicits.

  I usually stay clean cut for business purposes, but on the weekends, I keep my face stubbly for Jenna’s benefit.

  Throughout all of my meetings, my mind drifts to Jenna. She and Cory make my life so much happier and fuller. Hell, they are my life. Being a billionaire with no one to spoil is like being a chef with no one to cook for.

  And it makes me incredibly happy to know that Jenna and Cory never have to worry about dealing with Martin and Irene Jones again. It took Jenna two months to decide that she did want to confront her father about the lies he had told that had kept the two of us apart for seven years and had caused me to miss the first seven years of my son’s life. But confront him we did.

  After threatening to go public with the abuse Jenna had suffered and to press false imprisonment charges on him—both of which would run his political career—Martin had decided to severe ties with Jenna for good. I was happy about that, but I had really hoped to be given a reason to punch that asshole one and for all as payment for what he’d put Jenna through. Ultimately, though, I was just glad Jenna could live her new life with me in peace.

  After my last meeting of the day, I head back to my office. Joan smiles at me knowingly.

  “I have scheduled a car to pick up Jenna at seven. Marcus will be here any minute with your suit.”

  “Thank you, Joan. Did you pick it up?”

  “I’ve been guarding it with my life,” she says, reaching into her blazer pocket and handing me a ring box.

  I open the box and smile.

  “Do you think Jenna will like it?”

  “She’ll love it. She is a lucky girl, Jax.” Joan squeezes my arm and kisses my cheek.

  “I’m the lucky one.”

  I thank Joan again before heading into my office. Once my personal assistant arrives with my suit, I freshen up in the office bathroom.

  The car is waiting for me when I step out of the building. The spring air is cool with a slight breeze—perfect weather for our date. I arrive at the restaurant a few minutes early. I tip the driver heavily before exiting the car. I don’t wait long for Jenna’s car to pull up, but it feels like an eternity. My mind, body, and heart crave her presence.

  I tip the driver as he gets out to open Jenna’s door, and I relieve him of his duty. I see Jenna’s legs before anything else. Her red dress hugs her curves so deliciously. The material splits at her right thigh, exposing her entire leg. The halter top hugs her breasts so snugly without revealing any flesh, making them look like they want to break free. Or maybe I just want to release her breasts so that I can have my way with them.

  Jenna’s hair is in some sort of a braid, pulling her hair away from her beautiful face. Her big brown eyes are made up, but not overdone, and her full lips have a hint of color that I want to smear away with a kiss.

  I offer
Jenna my hand, and she accepts it. I kiss her knuckles as she runs her free hand through my hair.

  “Have I ever told you how sexy you look in a suit?” she asks.

  I laugh. “Only every day. You also tell me that I look sexy in that awful onesie Cory got me for Christmas.”

  She laughs. “We had fun with it. The easy access was nice.”

  Jenna presses herself against me and kisses my lips. I remind myself that we’re in public and pull away as soon as I feel my pants getting tight.

  “Later,” I warn. “I hate your dress, by the way.”

  Jenna looks down at herself and back up at me with a hurt expression.

  “You’re lucky I don’t rip it off of you.” I grab her ass.

  Her eyebrows unfurrow, and she rolls her eyes.

  “I wore this for you.”

  “And you look stunning,” I tell her. “But if anyone stares at you, I will lose it.”

  She pats my chest and smirks.

  “Two can play at this game.”

  “What do you mean?”

  She grabs a handful of my ass, taking me by surprise. A couple walking by scoff at our inappropriateness.

  “You’re always wearing tight pants. You don’t think women look at your ass or your cock?” she asks.

  Her tongue hits the roof of her mouth as she says “cock.” I groan as my dick jumps.

  “Let’s get inside before we both lose it,” I offer, afraid we’ll never eat dinner if we keep it up.

  As soon as we walk in, the maître d’ recognizes me.

  “Mr. Morrison, so good to have you back. Your table is waiting.”

  He escorts us to the roof, which is reserved for private parties. As soon as we walk in, an orchestra starts playing. A waiter appears, handing us two glasses of champagne. Jenna looks at our surroundings and then at me.

  “We’re the only ones up here?”

  “I didn’t know how big of an audience you wanted.”

  She has a confused look on her face.

  “An audience for what?”

  I ignore her question, realizing I almost gave away the surprise.

  “Happy Anniversary.” I clank my glass against hers.