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This was Amber, always thinking ahead. “As if they are going to believe you didn’t do it on purpose.” She wasn’t going to get away with this stunt.

She shrugged. “How was I meant to know what time the plates got processed? And how was I meant to know there were police on that road?” She looked at me innocently. And I knew those were the same lines she was going to give her brothers, with that look.

I shook my head. My Amber, an evil genius. I then noticed all the bags on the floor on the other side of the bed.

“What’s all that?” I nodded at the bags. Had she been shopping when I didn’t realize? When did she have time? Those bags weren’t there last night.

“Your clothes.”

“Babe, I left all my clothes downstairs.” I hadn’t brought one single bag up here. Sort of hoping the clothes could stay down there and rot. Wasn’t going to tell her that. She’d spent thousands and thousands on them. And I was going to pay her back every single cent. Even though it was basically like burning money. Because those clothes were never going to be worn by me.

“Jax, do you think I don’t know you at all?” Her smile turned into a smirk. “I know you only wear two types of shirts. T-shirts supporting the club or plain ones.” She kissed me. “I made sure you have every style and multiples of the new club merchandise. So, at least then, you won’t be wearing the same one over and over.”

I couldn’t believe it. She had arranged that? She knew me that well? Then it occurred to me. “So today, you just wasted money on me?” She better not fucking confirm it.

“Pretty much.” She shrugged. “I wanted to blow money on you.”

“You’re in so much fucking trouble.” Fucking troublemaker. Making me suffer all day. “All fucking day I have wasted!”

“Come on, Jax, how was spending the day with me a waste?” She kissed my cheek, trying to calm me down. Sweet talking me wasn’t going to work.

“So, the boys are still an hour away?” I wanted to get straight to her punishment because if she thought she was getting away with it, she was fucking wrong.

“Yep.”

“Good, because what I have planned next, might take us that long.”

“You’re ready to go again?” She looked slightly stunned.

“Sweetheart, I never finished.”

Her expression dropped, her eyes widening. “So that means…”

“You really should have kept your mouth shut about the clothes.” I lifted her up and off me. “Shower now.”

“You always go longer in the shower.” She was realizing what she had got herself in for.

“Trust me, sweetheart, I promise I’ll be finishing this time and you are going to know all about it.” And she wouldn’t be coming once. I was going to make sure of it.

She pouted her lips. “Why do I have the feeling you are going to have me begging you?”

I smirked. She could beg all she wanted, she could moan, she could gasp but at the end of it, she was being punished. And I remembered just how cranky she got after she was punished and then how she would be trying to seduce me within hours after it, trying to get me to take her again, this time letting her come.

“Well, if you are going to be mean, I’m going to be mean right back,” she said smugly and got off me. “You should keep in mind, before making a firm decision, that I’m in control over what I wear. And if you can’t handle skimpy underwear, I don’t know how you are going to cope, knowing I’m wearing nothing at all.” She locked her eyes with mine. “And when it does slips your mind, I’ll make sure to remind you just how little I’m wearing.”

With those final evil words said, she spun around and headed for the shower. Proud of herself for laying down an ultimate threat. Fine. I would finish her. Once. And it was going to be after I teased her to the edge over and over. I heard the water turn on.

The only downfall to my plan was- I didn’t know if I could last another round with her without coming right away. Suddenly her punishment was turning more into my own punishment.

Chapter 18

Amber

I was lying on the couch, my head on Jax’s lap. His hand kept running up my bare legs. We hadn’t turned the television on. To be honest, I think we both thought we would be walking down to a full room. Not an empty house. Because Jax took his sweet ass time with me in the shower.

I ended up collapsing on the couch and Jax. He didn’t seem to mind though. His new jeans were soaking up my wet hair and I wouldn’t let go of his other hand. My finger traced his hand and finger tattoos. After I traced each one, I would start again.

He kept asking me random questions. Questions that led to no important answers. I didn’t mind though. It felt for the first time, in a long time, I was fully relaxed. Since Jax came back, we hadn’t really had a moment to just relax.

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