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“Wrong. I only like you.”And I’m starting to do a lot more than like you.

How I feel about her is more than finding her irresistible. She is, but this is more.

She’s feisty, determined, interesting, and she’s begging to be free to express herself any way she sees fit. It’s hot as fuck. My chest expands and my breathing kicks up.

Her gaze lands on my lips. “After that proclamation, why aren’t you doing something to show me you mean it?”

“I plan on doing just that.” My mouth is on hers in seconds.

I work my hand through her long hair as she climbs onto my lap. I stand to lead us toward the gray sectional couch as she wraps her legs around my waist. For someone with no experience, she’s not coming across that way.

Did she lie to me about that?

She pushes her hips into me and grinds on my hard shaft. The question leaves my mind.

She’s tiny, so I can hold her up with one hand. I carry her to a better place, while still making out with her like my life depends on it. It kind of feels like it does.

Kissing her is the most natural thing in the world. We just fit together. My heart flips at the thought.

She’s already got me wanting her more than anyone I ever have. And now she’s making herself a permanent fixture in my soul. I knew she would the second I saw her, but I didn’t expect it to hit this fast or hard.

I guide us to the couch as she paws at my back. We’re both breathless and we haven’t done a thing.

I place her down on her back and hover over her. “Lily, this thing between us?—”

“Shh… Just have sex with me and we’ll talk about that after.”

Chapter Eleven

JAXON/JAX

One & A Half Weeks Before Now

Black Lilies & Gold-Laced Lies

The worst betrayals don’t stab…they kiss you first.

It’s been exactly a week since I left Livianna and I can’t take it anymore. I need to hear her voice before I go insane with devastating thoughts of her with someone else. For a powerful man, I’m being pathetic.

I’m in my suite, getting ready for a day full of grueling, in-depth meetings. It’s 7:00 a.m. on Monday here in Malaysia, which means it’s 4:00 p.m. on Sunday in LA. She usually does Pilates and works half the day, but maybe she’ll be available to take my call.

I go out to the living quarters and bring my cell to my ear. My blood races and my palms sweat. I never used to be pulled into a reaction like this before her.

It’s on the third ring when she answers. “Jax. I can’t believe it’s you.”

“Mon trésor, is it ever nice to hear your voice.” My muscles instantly relax.

Loud people talking and singing fill the line. “Jax, are you there?”

“Yes, Livianna. Do we have a poor connection?”

The noise of the crowd fades.

“No. I can hear you now. Hold on for just a second.” She must cover the speaker because she says something to someone that I can’t make out. “Sorry about that. I’m with Quinn and wanted to have some privacy, so I asked her to go get me a cocktail.”

“You’re drinking on a Sunday?” A little niggle tickles my insides.

She laughs. “Not only that, but we’ve been at it since eight this morning. I’m going to tell you a secret. I’m kinda drunk.”