Page 30 of Holly Jolly July

“Good,” he growls, nipping my ear. “I hoped everyone would see it. Then they’d know you belong to me.”

I swat his arm with one hand while digging my nails into his shoulder with the other. “You’re such a possessive alpha-hole.”

He grinds his hard length against me, and I gasp at the friction. “You like it.”

I scratch my fingers up his biceps, making him shudder. I absolutely do.

Our kissing turns frenzied, and I wiggle out of his embrace, lowering my feet back to the ground. I unbuckle his belt and reach into his pants to grip his cock. He groans, his eyes squeezing shut, and he throbs in my hand. He tugs at my pants and I unbutton them, pulling them down to my ankles.

“Condom?” I manage to utter.

He nods, taking one from his back pocket and ripping it open. He lowers his pants to his thighs and his cock springs free, which he quickly clads. “Turn around.”

I follow his command, pressing my front against the wall. He manoeuvres himself behind me and I help guide him, bothof us gasping as he fills me. He pumps slowly, drawing it out, building heat.

“More,” I beg.

He listens, one hand reaching forward to squeeze my breast, the other down lower, cupping me, his fingers rotating over my clit in circles. I make a gasping, mewling sound, and the hand on my breast moves to cover my mouth instead.

“There may not be cameras,” he whispers in my ear, “but people can still hear you. You have to be quiet for me. Can you do that?”

I nod against his hand.

“Good girl.”

Oh,fuck.

Jax pumps vigorously as one hand rubs, keeping the other clenched tight over my mouth. I come right then and there, my quiet moans stifled against his hand as my body quickly tightens and releases with a powerful, dizzying force. Jax holds on long enough to wait for my release before finding his own, pressing his mouth into the crook of my neck as he does.

We pause, all laboured breathing and beating hearts, while our bodies come down from their highs. Jax removes himself and takes off the condom, tossing it into a receptacle behind him, then pulls up his pants while I do the same.

He meets my gaze, and we share a quiet giggle, our surroundings coming back to us in a flash.

“I should probably get back to work,” he says.

I know he doesn’t have any other option, but it still hurts to be fucked and left so quickly. I nod. “I understand.”

He regards me a moment. “How about you go back to my place, wait for me there?”

I blink several times. “What? Are you sure?”

“Sure,” he says with a shrug. “Then I have something to look forward to after work.”

I eye him with suspicion. “Do you normally let strange women into your house without you there?”

“No. But you’re not a stranger. We’ve known each other since we were kids.”

“We didn’treallyknow each other.”

“Then we should make up for that now. We’ve missed a lot of time together. I just feel like—” his thumb caresses the length of my jaw as his eyes search mine “—there’s something special about you.”

My heart fucking melts.

“Wait here,” he says. “I keep my keys under the till.”

Jax disappears for a moment and returns, removing a key from a long red lanyard then handing it over to me.

“Are you sure about this?” I ask, weighing the cool metal in my hand.

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