Page 42 of The Sin Bin

Lauren's answer came in the form of her lips pressing firmly against his, the kiss bolder than before. Jax responded with equal passion, one hand cupping the nape of her neck while the other slid to her waist.

This time, their tongues met and danced together, a languid exploration that conveyed weeks of pent-up desire. Lauren's body molded to his, her fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt as she sought to be even closer. Her soft moan vibrated against his mouth when he playfully bit down on her bottom lip.

Keeping their mouths locked together, Lauren gracefully swung one leg over Jax's lap, now straddling him with a sultry confidence. She pressed herself against his hardness and ground against him. He relished in the friction and growled low in his throat.

Lauren broke their kiss, her eyes heavy-lidded and hazy with desire as she gazed down at Jax. She trailed her fingers down his chest, tracing the ridges of his ab muscles before reaching for the hem of his shirt.

“Take this off.” She tugged it upwards. Jax raised his arms, helping her remove it and toss it aside.

Now bare-chested, Jax reached for Lauren, his hands sliding up her sides and underneath her top. His fingers brushed against the soft skin of her back, sending shivers down her spine. He found the clasp of Lauren's bra, deftly undoing it with a flick of his wrist. Her breasts spilled free, her nipples pebbled with desire. He cupped them in his hands, teasing them with his thumbs as Lauren threw her head back and moaned.

He pulled off her shirt and bent his head to take her nipple into his mouth, sucking with a gentle tug. Her breath hitched and she threaded her fingers through his hair, still rocking on his hardness. Trailing his lips down Lauren's stomach, kissing and nipping at her sensitive spots, he pushed her back on the couch. She squirmed beneath his touch, a mixture of anticipation and need building inside her. He reached the waistband of her pants and hooked his thumbs in the band, slowly dragging them down over her hips.

Her phone rang.

“No,” she whispered.

His phone rang.

“No,” he said.

But the mood was broken. With a frustrated groan and a throbbing in his pants, he fished out his phone from his back pocket. She grabbed her shirt and put it on. Her phone had stopped and then started ringing again.

He let Vicky go to voice mail, but read the message as she was leaving it live: "Morning skate at six."

“Six?” he said incredulously. That was pure evil after a nice of drinking and debauchery. And the debauchery had just barely got started.

“I need to go in to the clinic. Barb needs me. It’s an emergency surgery.”

“At this hour?” he asked.

“We’re open twenty-four hours.” she said, reaching for her bra. She held it awkwardly. “I’m sorry we got interrupted.”

He adjusted himself with a grimace. “Me too. Especially since my schedule is going to be bonkers this week.”

“I’m not going anywhere. I can wait.” She kissed him again.

He considered picking up where they left off. He could be quick. But he didn’t want their first time to be quick. He broke off the steamy kiss, but not before he grabbed her luscious ass with both hands and held her to his rock hard cock.

“Mmm,” she said and gave him a look under her eyelids that nearly undid him.

“Soon,” he promised.

“Soon,” she agreed.

Chapter Ten

Lauren

March 7th– Countdown to playoffs

"Either check your phone or knock off the sighing. You're making me nauseous," Barb said, her voice muffled by the mask covering her face as she monitored the anesthetized German Shepherd on the surgical table.

"Check my phone for what?"

"Just admit it—you're waiting for a text from Mountain Man."

"His name is Jax," Lauren corrected automatically, though she couldn't deny the charge. It had been three days since the charity casino night, three days since his kisses that still made her stomach flutter when she thought about it.

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