Page 137 of Fierce-Jax

A slow smile spread across his face as his hand moved over her swollen flesh and started to flick and rub.

It didn’t take her long when he touched that magic spot on her body.

She sat down and stayed still while he worked her over.

The feeling of fullness inside of her was more than enough with the gentle teasing circular motion of his thumb.

It was almost like a relaxing massage that her body was craving.

“Your eyes are shut again,” he said. “Open them up and I’ll give you what you want.”

She hadn’t been aware she’d shut them until they popped open.

“It’s so hard.”

“Yes,” he said. “It is.”

She smiled at his smirk and he applied more pressure below. Not so gentle but firm.

He was pushing in and holding his thumb there as if it were a button ready to launch her body.

And when he held it here and rotated, she shot off without knowing it was going to happen.

She was grinding against him as she came, his thumb not letting up one bit, her eyes trying to stay open, but she knew they’d closed.

It felt too good and she didn’t have the energy to fight what her body naturally wanted to do.

He flipped her fast, her eyes wide now as she landed on her back, Jax bracing himself over her and thrusting in hard and deep.

Either she was coming again or she was still going and it was tipped up a notch.

But she was aware enough to keep her eyes open and watch him this time.

The chemistry and electricity of gazing into each other's eyes was more erotic than she could have ever imagined.

When he came, his eyes shut and she let him go because she’d seen what she needed to.

The love he had for her.

Women talk about bad boys, but there was nothing sexier than a man who was genuinely a good person and put the love of his life first and wasn’t afraid for it to be known.

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WALK THE PLANK

“What color were they?” Dillion asked an hour later.

“What?” he asked. They’d both showered, dressed, eaten breakfast, and were just cleaning up.

If he didn’t know better, he’d think Dillion was dragging the morning out to pick up Gianna.

“My eyes,” she said. “What color were they when I came? You said they were like bluish-gray storm clouds before.”

He laughed. “They cleared right up and it was bright blue on a sunny day after.”

She pursed her lips and gave him a playful shove. “Get out. I don’t believe it.”

He closed one eye at her. “Fine. They were the same color but deeper. Filled with emotions.”

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