Page 18 of False Start, Real Passion

He leans across the center console and he slides his hand up my arm to the back of my neck. His breath is warm as he closes the distance between us.

His lips brush against mine. Too soft. Again, it’s a tease; just a glimpse of what he wants and I can’t help myself. I’m losing and I know it and there isn’t anything I can do about it.

His lips move up my arm and to the base of my neck and now his hands move lower to just beneath the fabric of my dress. I gasp as he finds my nipple, hard.

Heknows exactly what he’s doing.

“Not here.” I manage to say but you’d think he’d listen?

No.

He places his mouth against my breast and his tongue flicks my nipple.

I moan again and shift in my seat.

“Jaxon, please.”

“Please what?” he asks.

“Please…please don’t stop,” I finally admit.

His lips curve into a smirk, and he leans in again. His mouth finds mine in a kiss that is all heat and hunger.

And without warning, he stops.

I collapse in my seat, my eyes closed, still reeling through the wave of emotion within me.

“Like I said, I’m not done.” He steps out of his car and he makes his way to my side.

He opens the door. “See you soon.”

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The elevator ride to my floor is a blur, my mind still spinning from the charged encounter in Jaxon’s car. I fumble with my keys, cursing under my breath as they clatter to the ground.

Finally, I manage to unlock the door, stumbling into my apartment on unsteady legs. I kick off my heels, not caring where they land, and lean back against the door, closing my eyes.

Breathe. Just breathe.

But my traitorous mind conjures up images of Jaxon - the heat in his gaze, the promise in his words. The way his fingers brushed my thigh…

No. Stop it.This is just a job. A means to an end. I can’t let myself get caught up in Jaxon’s games.

No matter how much my body wants to play.

A buzz from my clutch jolts me out of my thoughts. I dig out my phone and I see his name on my screen. I open the message. Three words stare back at me.

Sweet dreams, Michaels.

A laugh bubbles up in my throat, edged with hysteria. He’s relentless. Incorrigible.

Irresistible.

I stare at the text, my thumb hovering over the screen. I should ignore it. Delete it. Pretend it never happened. But I can’t. Because as much as I hate to admit it, Jaxon’s gotten under my skin. He’s the itch I can’t scratch, the craving I can’t satisfy.

The dream I can’t shake.

My knees go weak as the realization hits me. This isn’t just a game anymore. It’s a battle.

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