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When I look over my shoulder, I see Jax’s nostrils flare, desire written all over his face, and God, I really hope this works. The push and pull, the verbal assaults, only for us to see the want and need in each other’s eyes.
“You’re playing with fire, Sloane.” I make it to the employee break room, a soft sway in my hips, attempting to lure Jax into something more, to feel his lips on mine, to soak in the scent that’s uniquely him, like the salt air coming off the shoreline, coconut, and him.
“Maybe I want to get burned.” I spin around. His hands grasp my hips, skin on skin, searing me in the best way imaginable.
“You sure about that?” Jax moves me until my back meets the wall. There’s barely an inch between us. My nipples tighten, and my legs clench together in need.
“More than you are,” I goad him, my head tipping back to look into his eyes. Our height is a perfect mix. I’m thankful for my height for the first time in my life. It means I feel small and safe. I’m five foot eight inches, yet Jax still towers over me, and I find I’m loving it more than ever.
“One taste, and I know what will happen.” I don’t think Jax realizes he said that out loud, but his lips seek mine, whisper soft at first, until a gasp escapes my throat, then it’s like the real Jax comes out. He’s rough, nipping at my lips, first the bottom, then the top, and when my tongue traces his path, our tongues collide. Jax dominates me the entire time we’re kissing, even when we pull apart, both of us breathless. That doesn’t stop us from kissing again. This time, though, he ups the ante, lifting one of my legs. The layers of fabric do nothing to hide how we’re making one another feel, especially when he grinds the length of his cock against my center. My body is already so worked up, I know this isn’t going to last long, and then what will happen? I abandon that thought before it takes hold. I’m going to be in the here and now, not think about the would-bes.
Jax’s lips move from mine, skating a path along the column of my neck. His hands move up my body like he’s going to slide under my top, but he bypasses it and pulls the top down, baring my breasts for his mouth. Thank God for strapless tops and not needing a bra to help hold the girls up.
“Sloane,” Jax’s lips rasp against my skin while his hands cup my breasts, thumbs rubbing my nipples, causing me to work my hips, feeling like I’m on sensation overload, feeling, smelling, tasting, and all it’s doing is making me want Jax more than ever.
“God,” I reply when his lips close around one of my nipples, sucking it into his mouth. The sensation causes me to ride the edge, and I know one more stroke of his cock against me will make me soar so high, I won’t ever want to come down.
Jax uses his whole body, his mouth, his hips, and his hands that are gripping my breasts, probably enough to leave bruises. Add all that together, and I come on a moan of, “Jax,” not caring that anyone could walk in on us. I’m completely and utterly lost in my own rapture. That’s why, when I finally come up, it’s to the look on Jax’s face, a look I never thought or wanted to see on it. I know what that look means—he’s running, and I’m not sure if I should even fight for this. He’s so hung up on our age gap that he can’t get his head out of his ass.
“Shit,” Jax murmurs. My top is down and his hands are on my hips, but other than that, he’s not touching me, and I know the only reason he is touching me is so I won’t fall down. Otherwise, he’s ready to run.
“Let’s not say another word.” I shake him off my body, causing my breasts to jiggle, making me realize I need to put them away. I pull my shirt back up and fix my shorts, all while Jax is standing in front of me, both hands gripping his short, trimmed hair.
Jax is a force to be reckoned with—a bit over six feet tall, long athletic build, broad shoulders, tapered waist. It’s his eyes that hold me captive though, they’re so expressive, and I don’t think he knows those obsidian eyes of his tell me everything before his words do. His hair is faded on the side, longer on the top, he’s got lips that taste incredible, and his clothes mold to his body. There’s a reason I’m attracted to him, and it’s not solely based on his looks either. It’s the way he doesn’t take my shit, how we can volley barbs back and forth, not getting butt hurt in the process. And even when he’s an absolute dick, like he’s going to be now, my heart still only wants him. I pull my shoulders back so I’m prepared for what I’m about to hear next, because even though I know he’s going to turn his back on me and us, I’ll still want him just the same.
