Page 81 of Fierce-Jax

She stopped in Jax’s driveway and frowned when she didn’t see his SUV, but it pulled in behind her before she could get out.

When she opened the door she was giggling worse than Gianna when her daughter knew she was going to get her way.

Because Dillion knew she was getting hers right now too.

“In the house,” she said. “Now.”

He looked at her as she grabbed his hand. “How come you didn’t tell me what you wanted for lunch? I could have stopped to get it.”

She stopped to stare at him as if he’d had two heads.

Well, he did. One on his shoulders and the other between his legs that she was going to be getting her hands on quickly.

“Jax! Are you really this slow?”

He unlocked his door and turned to look at her. It was as if it finally dawned on him. “Oh,” he said, laughing. “Shit, you should have saidthat.”

“No,” she said, yanking him past the closed door. “I shouldn’t have to say it. You should have read between the lines.” Then she remembered he wasn’t so good at doing that. “Start undressing. We are on the clock.”

They were both whipping their clothes off in record time, articles flung in the living room, the staircase, the upstairs hallway, and the entrance to his room.

She was able to get her clothing off faster than him, but the minute he was naked, she pushed him backward until he hit his bed and then landed on his back.

She crawled on top of him. “I need to get a condom,” he said.

“Where are they?” she asked. “Don’t move.”

“In that drawer over there,” he said, looking toward his nightstand. “You know, you’re a little scary like this.”

“Be afraid,” she said, opening the drawer. “Be very, very afraid.”

She laughed, grabbed the condom, and held it up in the air as if she’d won the best prize at the circus.

That was what this felt like right now with the urgency and movements all over the bed that she was doing.

She wrapped her hand around his dick, put the condom between her teeth, and tore it open with one hand like a redneck getting to his Slim Jim.

His eyes were wide, but he was smiling. She covered him, smiled back, then climbed on him and sank down fast, her head falling back, her hips lifting and going back down again to get the full feel of him.

“I’m terrified,” he said, watching her move up and down. “In the best way possible. Am I allowed to participate or do I just have to lie here and take it? I can take one for the team if I need to.”

“Put your hands on me,” she said. “My breasts. You know what I like. Do it.”

His eyebrows lifted slightly. Maybe there was more firmness to her words than she meant, but he put his large hands on her breasts, cupping her, his thumbs grazing her nipples.

Being direct had its advantages.

Oh yeah, that was what she loved.

How sensitive she was there.

She was riding him now, faster than before, his thumbs moving as if her body was a banjo and he was catching up with the beat.

“You’re going to have to slow down,” he said. He let out another groan and she felt him tensing under her.

Normally he had all the patience in the world, but she didn’t right now. She was thinking he might not either.

“We are on the clock,” she said. “We can’t.”

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