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My breath hitched as I stared at my plate, desperately trying to think of something else. Now I was picturing him naked, shoving me up against a wall, taking me from behind. I jerked my knees together, trying to stem the wetness pooling between my legs.
“I suppose, Le doux son de l’amour,” he said, with a perfect accent.
The Soft Sound of Love, I translated in my head. “That one sounds beautiful.”
He stared at me for a moment. “It was a favorite of my grandfather’s. He and I were close.”
“He sounds like a wise man who valued love,” I responded.
Jaxon’s head dipped in confirmation.
A softness had entered his voice when mentioning his grandfather. It squeezed at my heart to hear the affection this grump-hole of a man clearly had for his relative. If he kept showing me glimpses of his vulnerable side, there was no way this attraction wouldn’t burst into a full on crush.
And that was utterly wrong and unprofessional of me.
Right?
Chapter Eleven
Jaxon
The vision of Lilyin the kitchen two nights ago was seared into my brain. The way her shirt rode up when she grabbed the mug out of the cabinet exposing her creamy skin, how her lips wrapped around the cookie, and the way her tongue dipped out to catch the falling crumbs had me holding back a groan. I had stared at a spot just above her head to distract myself.
It had been the same with dinner. Every bite she took was like sexual foreplay for me and she had no idea.
Sweat dripped down my chest as I gritted my teeth and eyed the black punching bag in front of me. I focused on my movements, repeating the same controlled series of jabs over and over again.
Bam, thud, whack.
I lost myself in the sound of my glove popping against the bag. If I tired myself out enough maybe I’d fall asleep once I got to bed. A muscle ticked in my jaw as I tried to keep my thoughts trained on my repetitive actions and not the curvy woman who’d taken up residence in my head. I zeroed in on my target and knocked out another flurry of punches picturing it landing on my imaginary opponent’s midsection.
“What’d that bag ever do to you?” Ms. Ketill laughed as she entered the room.
I stopped the slightly swinging bag before turning to face her with a scowl. I wasn’t in a people kind of mood.
“Well aren’t you chipper today.” She raised an eyebrow.
