Page 132 of The Jaded Notes

“Because I care for you. And that means I accept all the pieces, even the broken ones.” He tilts my chin up, forcing me to meet his eyes. “Come inside with me.”

“Jax—”

“Shh. Just follow my directive, Livianna. There are other ways I can soothe you.”

Oh.This isn’t how I expected him to react to my admission.

He takes my hand and leads me inside. With him here, it seems more intimate. More like home.

“You’re beautiful when you’re vulnerable,” he murmurs against my neck, his hands finding the hem of my sundress. “Beautiful, terrifying, and mine.”

“Am I still…?” The question comes out in a breathless rush as his fingers trace patterns on my skin. “Yours?”

“You’ve been mine since Paris.” His mouth finds the sensitive spot behind my ear.

I sink into his touch and sigh as the weight of the world fades away. Clothes disappear with practiced efficiency until we’re both naked.

Our hands explore each other’s bodies with pent-up desire. He lifts me onto the kitchen counter, and I wrap my legs around his waist. I lose myself in being wanted by the man who always knows how to steady me.

“I need you,” I whisper against his lips. “I need to know I’m not failing.”

“You’re not,mon trésor.” He pulls me to the edge of the counter and finds my swollen bud. “You’re healing.”

He enters me slowly and carefully, like I’m made of something precious.

“Jax… God, I needed this.”

“We both do.”

We move together in a synchronicity born of understanding each other’s needs without words. Every touch, kiss, and whispered endearment is like a promise being written on my skin.

We stare into each other’s eyes as we have sex on the quartz surface. The compassion he radiates my way has me falling for him even more than I already have.

He helps me erase the last few days with his presence. He’s good to me and everything I want in a man.

He thrusts into me and groans. “I love being with you like this.”

“Me too.” Pressure builds in my core.

His cock slides in and out of me. With every move he makes, my walls tighten around him. The friction is perfect.

I’m wet and near my climax. He must sense it because he stills for a moment.

“Livianna, I want to come deep inside you. Are we safe, or should I pull out?”

I want to say safe, but I’m close to ovulating. “Come on my chest.”

He nods and helps me to my knees. “Play with yourself until you come. When you’re ready, I’ll shoot my cum all over you.”

I do as instructed. The sight of him stroking his length and girth is sexy as every sin I want to make.

My legs shake and my stomach tightens. My climax coils low and unleashes inside me.

“Fuck, Jax. I’m coming,” I grunt out.

“That’s my good girl.” He cums all over my chest. Ropesof thick, white pleasure slide over my heated skin, proof of what I did to him.

Afterward, we lie tangled together on the living room sofa with me wrapped in his arms in a tight embrace. His fingers trace lazy patterns on my bare shoulder.