Page 92 of Holly Jolly July

Ellie grins. “I can’t help it, there are so many great opportunities. Come on, we don’t have much time.”

Reluctantly, I help Ellie Saran Wrap the toilet, cover his faucet handles with petroleum jelly, and place tape over the tap spout so it sprays him in the face when it turns on. Leaving Ellie snickering like the evil genius she is, I return to the living room, where Jax is scrolling on his phone. I try to peek at what he’s doing to see who he’s messaging, but he lowers and locks it with a quick, practised click.

I sit next to him. “Sorry that took me so long.”

“All good.” He seems disappointed, probably because he thinks my vagina is out of commission.

“We still have lots of fun things we can do,” I assure him. I grip him by the hair and bring his face close, watching out of the corner of my eye as Ellie sneaks from the bathroom to Jax’s bedroom.

Jax grabs my ass and gives it a squeeze. “Oh yeah? Then maybe we should take this to the bedroom.”

“No!” I say, far too loudly. He startles, and I backpedal. “I mean, why should we go to the bedroom when the kitchen is right there? I don’t think we’ve banged on your table. We should desecrate every object in your house.”

He grins, then nips my bottom lip. “I like the way you think.” He picks me up and carries me to the kitchen, where he sets me down on the table and, despite myself, I’m a little turned on.

Jax leans in to kiss me. I turn my face to the side, dodging his lips. Something about him kissing me on the mouth feels abhorrent now, and I can’t even make myself do it to distract him. Luckily, Jax doesn’t break his stride, sucking on my earlobe instead. I grimace, trying not to tense while keeping my eyes open for Ellie. Jax is moaning against my neck and grabbing my body, and I’m about ten seconds away from callingthis whole thing off when she finally crawls down the hall into the living room, hiding behind the couch. There’s a soft bump; she must have knocked into the coffee table.

Jax whips his head around. “What was that?”

I grab his face and turn him back to me. “I changed my mind. Let’s go to the bedroom. The things I want to do to you require more... space.”

He forgets all about the noise he heard and backs away, letting me off the table. I escort him to the bedroom, grabbing my purse as we go. I take a quick look over my shoulder before closing the door behind us, but don’t see Ellie. We’re almost at the finish line. Only a few more things left to do, then we’re home free—all I have to do is not fuck this up. Easier said than done.

Once inside, I close the door and give Jax a playful shove, forcing him onto the bed. He smiles ruefully at me, manspreading as he takes me in. I bend down and show off my cleavage while pulling a set of fuzzy pink handcuffs out of my purse.

“Ooh, what do you have there?” he asks.

“Just a little fun and games,” I say, coming closer. “Lie down on the bed, hands up.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He complies quickly, pulling his shirt off in the process. The tattoos that once drew me in, thinking he was so wise and complex, now seem silly, like he doesn’t know who he is and has merely marked himself with symbols he barely understands to give the impression that he’s deep and thoughtful.

“Your safe word is ‘I want my mommy,’” I explain as I handcuff him to his bed frame.

He chuckles. “Okay.”

“And I’m going to do whatever I want to you.” With him prone and firmly secured, I reach back into my bag and pull out a set of nipple clamps, placing them on the bed.

He bites his lip, wiggling in excitement.

Okay, not what I was expecting.I continue to the next item, pulling out a bright pink paddle that saysYes Daddyon it.

Jax’s eyebrows shoot up, but the smile remains on his face.

That didn’t shake him at all. I grab the last item from my bag, a set of anal beads ranging in size from newb to pro.

Jax chuckles. “Oh yeah, I never thought I’d see the day.”

Wow, this guy is kinkier than I thought. Against my better judgment, I find myself getting turned on again.

“Close your eyes,” I order, picking up the paddle and smacking it against the palm of my hand.

“Yes ma’am.” He eagerly squeezes his eyes shut. I quickly grab his phone on his end table and try to unlock it with his face, but it doesn’t work with his eyes closed.Shit. I forgot about that security feature.I have to buy myself more time.

Reaching into my bag, I pull out a blindfold and secure it around his eyes. “No peeking,” I say coyly. “I have a big surprise for you.”

“I love surprises.” He wriggles, eager.

I type in my best guess to his phone passcode. Five blanks. I can do this.

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