LOGINI opened my mouth to speak “Jackson…”Before I could finish, he cupped my face in both hands and kissed me again—deeper this time, more certain. The warmth of his mouth erased the words I had been about to say.His fingers moved to the buttons of his shirt. One by one he undid them until the fabric fell open, revealing the solid lines of his chest. He took my hand and placed it against his bare skin, guiding it slowly downward—over the warm plane of his chest, across the taut muscles of his abdomen, lower still. I could feel the heat of him, the quiet strength beneath my palm.He leaned in and kissed me once more. This time I felt the hard length of him press against my thigh through his trousers as he slowly gathered the hem of my short, free-flowing dinner dress and began sliding it upward. His hands moved along the bare skin of my thighs, climbing higher, the touch deliberate and hungry. His fingertips had almost reached the edge of my underwear when I suddenly caught his wrists a
I pushed through the glass door and stepped outside—only to find both men already walking back toward me.“Payton? Is there a problem?” Jackson moved toward me quickly, concern clear on his face.The wine had already settled into a soft, spinning dizziness behind my eyes. Panic fluttered hard in my chest as I looked from Jackson to Teddy and back again.“No—no, no. I’m… huh…” I forced a shaky smile. “I just wanted to ask you to dance with me. The music is really good, and a few people are already dancing, so…” I gave a thin, fake laugh that sounded unconvincing even to my own ears.Teddy’s gaze lingered on me for a fraction too long. Then he spoke, voice perfectly even.“I’ll be inside.” Without another word he walked past us and disappeared through the glass doors.Jackson studied my face. “Okay… are you sure you’re all right?”“Oh, I’m perfectly fine.”We went back inside. Jackson led me onto the open space where a few couples were already swaying to the soft jazz. He pulled me
That evening Jackson came to pick me up. He stood outside the house holding a small bouquet of fresh flowers, looking quietly apologetic. The moment I stepped out with Jr beside me, his eyes softened.“I’m so sorry about today, beautiful,” he said as he walked toward us.“Hi, Uncle Jackson!” Jr greeted him brightly.“Hello, handsome.” Jackson crouched a little and brought out a small gift box from behind the flowers. “This is for you.” He handed it over and pressed a gentle kiss to Jr’s forehead.“Thank you, Uncle Jackson.”“You’re welcome.”I turned to Loretta, who was waiting just inside the doorway. “Please take Jr inside. And don’t open the door for anyone except me, okay?”“Alright, ma’am. Come on, Jr—let’s go inside.”Once the door closed behind them, Jackson finally held the flowers out to me. I took them, lifting the bouquet to my face. Soft white and pale pink blooms, their scent light and clean.“These smell wonderful,” I said, glancing up at him.We stood there for a mome
“You know you haven’t changed a bit,” Teddy said, his voice low as he stared at me. “Still beautiful as ever.”I blinked, thrown by the sudden shift in tone. “W-what are you talking about now?”His gaze dropped. I followed it and froze. The towel had tented sharply, the hard length of him impossible to miss. Heat flooded my face as I looked back up at him.“Are you being serious right now?”A slow, dangerous smile curved his mouth. “You want to know if I’m serious?” He stepped back just enough. In one smooth motion the towel fell to the floor. He stood completely naked in front of me, cock hard and heavy, the thick length of him flushed and twitching as it twisted and strained upward, pulsing with each slow, deliberate throb. I couldn’t look away. My mouth went dry. He was just as beautiful—more so—than the memories I had tried so hard to bury.“I know you want to touch it,” he said quietly.The words snapped me out of the haze. “My God, Teddy… you’re crazy.” I turned sharpl
I stepped inside and walked through the short hallway before entering the main bedroom. Everything was spotless—crisp sheets, polished surfaces, soft afternoon light filtering through the curtains—and the air was thick with his scent. Teddy’s cologne wrapped around me the moment I crossed the threshold, rich and intimate, stirring memories I had spent years trying to bury.“Hello?” I called, my voice sounding smaller than I intended.The bathroom door opened.Teddy stepped out wearing nothing but a white towel low on his hips. Water still clung to his skin, tracing slow paths down the hard planes of his chest and over the ridges of his abdomen. His body looked even more powerful than I remembered—broad shoulders, defined arms, the quiet strength in every movement. I couldn’t look away as he walked toward me. Heat bloomed across my face and settled low in my stomach. He was still devastating. Still the man who had once made me feel more alive than anyone else ever had.But the reality
“Teddy…” The name finally left my mouth, barely more than a breath.His eyes flicked past me toward the path where Loretta had carried Jr away, then back to my face. Something shifted in his expression—shock, recognition, and a slow, dawning horror.“His name is Teddy Junior, he told me.” he said, voice low and rough. “My God… the resemblance. Those eyes. He’s my son.”“Teddy—”“Don’t fuck with me, Payton.” He grabbed my right wrist so tightly it sent a sharp jolt up my arm. Tears were already gathering in his eyes, but the fury behind them was unmistakable.“Teddy, stop—you’re hurting me.”“How could you?” His voice cracked. “How could you run away with my child?”“Please… just calm down. Let go of me.” He released me with a sudden, forceful shove. I stumbled back a step, barely catching my balance. He turned away from me, shoulders rigid, and stayed like that for several long seconds—probably wiping the tears from his face. When he finally turned back, his expression had gone
I stepped closer to him, my heart pounding as I reached out and pressed my palm against his bare chest. He inhaled sharply, throwing his head back as a deep, ragged breath escaped him. Emboldened, I sank down, trailing soft, hungry kisses across his skin. My tongue explored every inch of his torso,
Teddy POVA month ago.I passed by the hospital almost every day, lingering just long enough to catch a glimpse of Payton without anyone noticing. Even when she was alone and I had the perfect chance to go in, I couldn’t bring myself to do it.I didn’t know how to face her. Every time I closed my e
It was Elizabeth’s birthday, and she wanted to celebrate it in Hawaii with me. I’d just survived a brutally busy week and desperately wanted to stay home and collapse, but it was her special day. I had no choice.I lied to Payton, telling her I was heading to Seattle for work and would be gone for
That night, I was propped up in bed, shirtless, laptop balanced on my thighs, when Payton stepped out of the bathroom. Steam still clung to her skin; droplets trailed slowly down her arms and chest as she patted herself dry with a towel. I watched, mesmerized, as she reached for her night cream and







