Page 61 of Fierce-Jax

Not much he could do about the day’s growth of beard and just ran his hand over it to ease some of the itch. It always bothered him for a solid week and that was why he gave up and shaved it off daily.

When he was quietly sneaking out of her bathroom, he noticed her still sleeping soundly in the same position so he snuck downstairs to the kitchen.

Coffee was the first order of business, then finding some food to make them breakfast.

Part of him didn’t want to be looking around her kitchen as he was but not much he could do unless he left and he wasn’t someone to sneak out without saying goodbye.

Eggs were cooking, bread was in the toaster, and he was trying not to feel so completely out of place in this massive kitchen of the close-to-million-dollar house in a gated community.

A house that she said was one of the smallest.

One of the biggest houses he’d been in. Had to be four thousand feet easily. There were three large bedrooms that he’d seen upstairs and a child’s dream loft full of toys.

He’d also seen another bedroom and playroom downstairs, with her office all toward the front of the house.

Back here, the kitchen had a dining room on one side and a large comfortable family room on the other.

He definitely felt out of place in the modern home. Less than twenty years old, but newly updated.

“Are you making me breakfast?”

He twisted to see Dillion standing there barefoot, a small T-shirt barely covering her hips, her hair a tangled mess of knots, and a rather enormous smile filling her face.

He held his hand out for her to come to him.

She did easily.

“I am,” he said, pulling her into his arms. “Hope it’s okay.”

“Any time you want to make me breakfast I’m not going to complain.”

He didn’t know why he was holding his breath waiting for that reply, but a large quantity of air escaped his lungs.

“Any time you want me to, you just say the word.”

“Do I have time to take a quick shower?”

“Go on,” he said. “I can stick this in that warming oven over there.”

“Don’t leave,” she said, giving him a quick kiss. She rubbed her hands on his cheeks. “I like this too. Sexy.” Then turned to race up the stairs.

The back of her gray shirt lifted and he got a peek of her silky black panties from last night.

It’s like every element he could have handpicked for the perfect night had been there.

The woman of his dreams. Check.

That woman is into him. Check.

Him holding to his promise of having her scream out his name multiple times. Check. Check. Oh and check for the third time they’d messed up her sheets last night.

She’d been insatiable and there was a moment when he thought he might have had to wave the white flag.

Thankfully she’d passed out before he had to beg for a moment to recover.

He laughed when that thought crossed his mind.

Not a bad problem to have!

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