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“Okay,” he says calmly.

“Okay? You’re just completely okay with everything I want?”

“Like I said, love, I am so lost in you that it doesn’t take much for you to convince me of anything.”

I lay here speechless, unsure of what to say, completely thrown off by his compliance and understanding, and completely caught off guard by his confession mere moments ago. It seems like I always want more from him, and yet here he is, always willing to give it to me, for the most part.

So, we talk. We talk until our voices become hoarse and exhaustion sweeps us away, falling asleep only to wake up and continue where we left off.

CHAPTER 23

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One week later

I wake up in Jax’s arms again, like I’ve done every day this past week. He’s refused to leave my side, and instead held me through the clamminess, nausea, and tremors that eventually returned full force. Nothing seemed to scare him away, and he remained an anchor as my mind processed through all the shame, guilt, anger, and resentment that was dwelling inside of me.

I nuzzle into him, bathing in his warmth and feeling so undeserving of everything he’s done for me, and he wraps his arms around me even tighter in response as he slowly opens his eyes.

“You didn’t have to do this you know,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Do what, love?” he asks, his voice thick with exhaustion.

“This. Take care of me so well. I’ve…” I take a breath, tracing lazy circles on his bare chest. “I’ve never felt so cared for before. So, thank you.”

Jax smiles at me, his green eyes sparkling as the dark sky outside slowly takes on an orange hue.

My hand travels down, lightly caressing the skin of his stomach.

He rolls towards me, attempting to cup my breasts through my shirt with one hand, the other hand working its way down between my legs.

“Not today,” I say, blocking his hands with my own. “Today it’s my turn to take care of you.”

Jax laughs lazily as my hand makes its way back to his stomach, before finding its way underneath the band of his sweatpants.

“You’re definitely feeling better this morning, but you don’t owe me anything, not for taking care of you,” he says.

I glance at him, smiling before completely ignoring him and getting back to the much more important task at hand.

Heat gathers as I feel him respond to my touch, my hand caressing every velvety inch of him, now hard under my touch.

I sit up, kneeling beside him and tugging at his waistband. He responds instantly, lifting his hips and allowing me to pull his pants off completely, his eyes never leaving me, as if he is hypnotized by what I am doing.

I stare at him unashamedly, taking my time as I stroked him, watching as beads of arousal gather at his tip.

I have never taken my time with him like this before; he’s always so eager to get on his knees for me, and I relish the opportunity to do the same for him. I explore every inch of him with my hands, and there is something erotic and empowering about wanting to give him the same pleasure he has given to me so many times before.

I bring my lips down on him, tentatively kissing him, and I feel a shudder course through his body in response.

I don’t know how I’ll fit all of him in my mouth, as I look at the size of him between both of my hands that are slowly moving up and down his cock.

I kiss him again, wanting him despite my hesitation.

“Come on, love,” he encourages, lust dripping from his lips. “Open your mouth and take it like the good girl I know you can be.”

My cheeks flush red in response as our eyes meet for a second. He will be my undoing, and based on the smile he gives me, he knows it as well.

I do as he asks, parting my lips slightly and allowing him to enter my mouth. At first, it feels like too much, the warmth and size of him filling my entire mouth. But having him under my control, completely at my mercy is so incredibly sensual. I slowly adjust to the sensation of him and, as I began to suck gently, he groans softly, encouraging me to keep going.

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