Chapter 87 The Wife He Didn't Want Ch11

• It started in the hallway.
• Jacob backed her against the wall, their mouths crashing together like a war neither of them wanted to win. His hands were in her hair, on her hips, dragging her closer, closer, until there was no space left, until she could feel every inch of him through his jeans, thick and pulsing and ready to make good on everything he'd promised.
• "You're mine," he growled against her lips. "Still mine. Always fucking mine."