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I got a late night at the office, and your stepmom is upset. Can you distract her for me?

Don’t worry. I’ll take care of her.

NINE

DELILA

I stared into Jax’s eyes, silently pleading with him.

Asking him without words not to go through with whatever he had planned. To let things go back to yesterday, when I didn’t know what he looked like naked. Before I knew what it felt like when he moved inside me.

Yes, his dad was being awful, but this was crazy. I couldn’t have a baby with a nineteen-year-old. With my own stepson.

But Jax didn’t look like a teenager.

No, he had the look of a grown man, with his muscular build. Every inch of his body was chiseled and powerful—like the statue of a Greek god come to life.

He prowled closer, climbing back onto the bed, and settling his heavy weight on top of me.

A shiver raced down my spine as I felt hard muscles bunch and tense against me.

Fuck.

This was wrong. I couldn’t find my stepson attractive the moment my relationship hit a rough patch. I was married to his father.

Jax pressed open-mouthed kisses against the side of my face, lapping away at the tear trails. I could feel his length prodding against my entrance.

That hardness sliding against my pussy, making it clear just how much he wanted me…it shouldn’t make heat erupt in my core.

His feather-light touch skated across my ribs, teasing the underside of my breasts—that shouldn’t make me gasp out loud. My body shouldn’t be quivering in anticipation. My wrists tugged against the restraints, and I told myself it was because I wanted to escape, not because I wanted to wrap my arms around him.

“We can’t do this.” No matter how good he made me feel, we had to stop.

“We made a deal,” Jax murmured against my skin. His mouth was hot against my neck, kissing me in a way that was going to make me lose the last grip on sanity I had left.

“Jax! I’m married.”

“Mmm. I like it when you yell out my name.” Jax positioned his rock-hard length against my entrance, slowly pressing in. “I want to hear you scream it again.”

He slid into me, so deep, grinding his hips against mine, as if he was trying to lose himself in me.

Slow like this, I could feel every inch of his cock with a smooth friction that made me lose it. My head fell against the pillow as my back arched, pressing my hips against his, chasing after more.

All I wanted to do was lose myself in the delicious sensations. To take every good feeling that Jax was willing to throw at me, consequences be damned.

What the hell was I doing?

He was clutching at me, like I was precious, as he dove into my body like he couldn’t get enough.

I tried to think back. Was there something I had done? Had I been inappropriate with him?

I was acting like some shameless whore, seducing someone who was barely legal.

“Jax, no. I’m so much older than you. I can’t.”

But he pulled almost all the way out, slamming into me deep. I couldn’t hold myself back from moaning, though I didn’t know if I wanted to moan his name or cry.

“You are such a good girl. You aren’t doing anything wrong. I am forcing you to do this. If you want to be mad at someone, be mad at me.”