Chapter 70

Morgan laughed through her tears, and Jack kissed her sweet, swollen mouth.

“My point is, cher, not everyone has the same taste. Pizza may be oversimplified, but you understand. Don’t let his voice play in your head for another moment.”

Another command, a stern one. He didn’t expect her to heed it completely right now. But if he could get his voice in her head to compete with asshole Andrew’s, his own voice would eventually replace it.

“A—and my mother. Shortly after my engagement ended, she came to visit me, to console me. She found some of my…books. Erotic ones with bondage and—”

“Cher, mamas don’t want to think about their daughters having sex, much less good sex.”

Morgan looked at him with tear-drenched eyes and nodded. “It was terrible. I grew up in a religious house. Sex was dirty to her. Evil. To say she was shocked by my private library would be an understatement.” She bit her lip as fresh tears threatened. “She shouted the same things as Andrew. Abnor