just felt right. “Because.”
Smiling, he rubbed his cheek. “I think I need more becauses.”
Chuckling, she started for the door. “Come on, Romeo. If you’re riding with me, I have to pick up the kids. You coming over for dinner?”
“Does a bear shit in the woods? I’m on cup ‘o noodle soup for the rest of the week for lunch. I’m mooching off you for dinner.”
At that, she laughed outright. She loved his open honesty. “Mooch away.”
As he fell into step beside her, he sent her an apologetic look. “Unfortunately, this also means no more espressos for the rest of the week.”
“Hmm.” She nudged him with her shoulder. “If you’d not been buying me espressos, you’d have money for gas. Not saying I didn’t love the thought, I did…just saying.”
Jaxon sighed. “Yeah. Hindsight, you know. I kind of forgot about gas. I thought I was doing good using coupons to get you the espresso.”
She stumbled to a halt, staring at him. “You used coupons?” Disbelief saturated her words.
“Well, yeah. I couldn’t afford full price or I would’ve run out of money faster.”
So many thoughts darted through her mind at the same time, how amazing he was, how ashamed she should be about how wrong her first impression had been, how lucky she was that she’d been given the chance to get to know the real him. Overwhelming thoughts, overwhelming feelings.
She rushed forward, grabbed the sides of his face between her palms and tugged his head down, latching her lips onto his. The way he instantly wrapped his arms around her waist and hauled her tight against his body made her aware he’d been wanting this moment for as long as she had. Parting her lips, she invited him in. The tip of his tongue teased hers. A soft moan slipped past her throat. It’d been so long since she’d been kissed.
Jaxon walked them backwards until her back met the wall. One of his hands slid up her arm to her wrist then lifted it above her head before doing the same to the other one. He raised his head, his breath warming her face as his gaze seared into hers. She loved being held down—loved male dominance. At the club, she played a part. A dominatrix who made men beg to touch her. They were never given her permission.
Jaxon had it. He knew it. Without asking.
And he’d turned the tables. Clenching her teeth, she tugged at her restrained arms.
She wanted to touch him. He refused her wishes. And it was so fucking hot.
A wolfish smile came to his lips as his grip tightened a tad more. She yanked a little harder and tried to take his lips for a kiss. He pulled his head back as an enticing growl of approval vibrated out of him then he recaptured her lips. There was nothing gentle about this kiss. It was rough, thorough and consuming. Her nipples puckered, her clit pulsed. Her entire body throbbed with lust. Whimpers escaped. She needed him. For one brief moment, he pressed the entire length of his body against hers and she felt the hardness of his cock against her stomach. Then he released her and stepped back, breathing hard.
Jaxon shoved a hand through his hair. “As much as I want to, I’m not fucking you here in the office, Madison. That’s too cliché. Not that I haven’t thought about it, trust me.”
What was he talking about? Stepping away from the wall, she straightened her clothes. Then his meaning hit and she laughed. “Ah. The whole secretary boss scenario. I thought that was a popular sexual roleplaying fantasy. You can actually do the real thing.”
He scowled at her. “We’re not going to.”
“What are we going to do then?”
“Right now, we’re going to get the kids.”
She liked the way he said that—a little too much. Like they were a family, which wasn’t how he meant it, of course. He was just stating what they were setting out to do before they’d gotten distracted. But the “we’re” stood out in that sentence. They weren’t a “we’re” though. She couldn’t forget that.
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Smiling, he rubbed his cheek. “I think I need more becauses.”
Chuckling, she started for the door. “Come on, Romeo. If you’re riding with me, I have to pick up the kids. You coming over for dinner?”
“Does a bear shit in the woods? I’m on cup ‘o noodle soup for the rest of the week for lunch. I’m mooching off you for dinner.”
At that, she laughed outright. She loved his open honesty. “Mooch away.”
As he fell into step beside her, he sent her an apologetic look. “Unfortunately, this also means no more espressos for the rest of the week.”
“Hmm.” She nudged him with her shoulder. “If you’d not been buying me espressos, you’d have money for gas. Not saying I didn’t love the thought, I did…just saying.”
Jaxon sighed. “Yeah. Hindsight, you know. I kind of forgot about gas. I thought I was doing good using coupons to get you the espresso.”
She stumbled to a halt, staring at him. “You used coupons?” Disbelief saturated her words.
“Well, yeah. I couldn’t afford full price or I would’ve run out of money faster.”
So many thoughts darted through her mind at the same time, how amazing he was, how ashamed she should be about how wrong her first impression had been, how lucky she was that she’d been given the chance to get to know the real him. Overwhelming thoughts, overwhelming feelings.
She rushed forward, grabbed the sides of his face between her palms and tugged his head down, latching her lips onto his. The way he instantly wrapped his arms around her waist and hauled her tight against his body made her aware he’d been wanting this moment for as long as she had. Parting her lips, she invited him in. The tip of his tongue teased hers. A soft moan slipped past her throat. It’d been so long since she’d been kissed.
Jaxon walked them backwards until her back met the wall. One of his hands slid up her arm to her wrist then lifted it above her head before doing the same to the other one. He raised his head, his breath warming her face as his gaze seared into hers. She loved being held down—loved male dominance. At the club, she played a part. A dominatrix who made men beg to touch her. They were never given her permission.
Jaxon had it. He knew it. Without asking.
And he’d turned the tables. Clenching her teeth, she tugged at her restrained arms.
She wanted to touch him. He refused her wishes. And it was so fucking hot.
A wolfish smile came to his lips as his grip tightened a tad more. She yanked a little harder and tried to take his lips for a kiss. He pulled his head back as an enticing growl of approval vibrated out of him then he recaptured her lips. There was nothing gentle about this kiss. It was rough, thorough and consuming. Her nipples puckered, her clit pulsed. Her entire body throbbed with lust. Whimpers escaped. She needed him. For one brief moment, he pressed the entire length of his body against hers and she felt the hardness of his cock against her stomach. Then he released her and stepped back, breathing hard.
Jaxon shoved a hand through his hair. “As much as I want to, I’m not fucking you here in the office, Madison. That’s too cliché. Not that I haven’t thought about it, trust me.”
What was he talking about? Stepping away from the wall, she straightened her clothes. Then his meaning hit and she laughed. “Ah. The whole secretary boss scenario. I thought that was a popular sexual roleplaying fantasy. You can actually do the real thing.”
He scowled at her. “We’re not going to.”
“What are we going to do then?”
“Right now, we’re going to get the kids.”
She liked the way he said that—a little too much. Like they were a family, which wasn’t how he meant it, of course. He was just stating what they were setting out to do before they’d gotten distracted. But the “we’re” stood out in that sentence. They weren’t a “we’re” though. She couldn’t forget that.
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