It’s been a few months now since that hard day in the prison parking lot. Jaxon bought a new place for us, closer to the city central, for me to get to work more easily.

I insisted on paying my share and having my name on everything. He said he wanted to take care of me, but I said it was my job to take care of him.

I’m sitting by the wide bay window overlooking the covered garden. I’m pulling various things out—picture frames and books—as a few removals guys cart the last boxes into the living room.

Jaxon’s sitting curled up in an armchair like a cat, watching me.

“Are you going to do any work?”

He grins, sipping his coffee. “Nope. I told you I don’t do manual labor.”

I laugh at his innocent, wide-eyed expression. “It’s not manual labor. It’s setting up our home, the place we’re going to live in together and build our life in. Surely you don’t want me to do everything?”

He puts his coffee down and unfolds his long legs from the chair, coming over to me. “When you put it like that, I suppose I should get off my ass.”

“Fine ass it is, too.”

He grins and settles behind me as I pull out a silver frame holding a picture of us. It was taken a few days after his release, at a charity benefit.

Jaxon supported the event—from prison no less—and was able to appear there only because of my quick talking. His name is still famous all over town for his charitable events, which continued even throughout his stay in jail.

We’re both smiling on the red carpet. I’m wearing a pale green dress, and Jaxon’s wearing a tux with a matching silk green shirt. He places his chin on my shoulder.

“That’s a great photo.” His voice is soft. “That night, it was like dancing with a princess from a good fairy tale.”

“Get off it,” I scoff at him.

He squeezes me gently around the waist. “No, I mean it. You were so surreal to me, Ali. My whole world was tipped upside down. Then you were there. And everything made sense. Everything.”

He gives me another squeeze. The big lumbering guys haul in a few more boxes.

“That’s about it there, Mr. Covington. Anything else you need for today?”

“No, none,” he says with a wave. “Just shut the door on your way out.”

I lean back into Jaxon’s hard body as the movers leave the room. The house we bought together is a decent size but is much smaller than his other places. He’s currently working on a few plans to have them rented out or sold.

He wants to run proper rehabilitation programs for prison inmates—including book selections and basic life skills. His time in the joint has only improved him.

“Hey, that’s a nice one.” He reaches past me into the box, pulling out an old photo of me getting my diploma.

“Yeah, that was a great day. I felt like I achieved so much. It’s all going nowhere now, though.”

“What do you mean, honey?”

“I had it all ahead of me. I worked so hard to get ahead as fast as I could. Now I’m stuck in place, while Doctor Gardener drags his feet finishing my residency.”

“Oh, really?”

“Yes, really. It’s a fucking joke. Even after personally solving the hardest, highest profile case there ever was for the department, he’s just fucking around, saying I’m not competent for private practice.”

He turns me around and wriggles so our knees are touching.

“So, Ali, how does that make you feel?”

I have to laugh. He makes a joke of head shrinking me every chance he gets.

“Frustrated, Doctor Jaxon. I feel frustrated.”

“Hmm. It’s a good thing your own private practice will be finished soon.”

It’s like the silence in the room amplifies into empty spaces. I’m not sure I heard right. I just stare at him.

“What?”

He grins widely and happily. “I’ve had the plan in motion for quite some time now. I didn’t want to tell you until it was nearly done. It’s part of my project for improving the rehab for criminals. Your office and private practice is going to be attached to the program.”

He has that look on his face men get when they know they’ve done well. When they’re sure a reward is coming.

“Jaxon!” I shriek in delight, throwing my arms around his neck. I push my body against his and let myself fall back into his lap, one hand behind my head, the other on my back.

“Jaxon.” I whisper as his lips meet mine.

He’s like electricity…free and wild and contained in hard packaging. Always unpredictable. Always thrilling.

As his kiss gets deeper and harder, I feel those tingles deep inside. Familiar now, but new and different every time.

My hands reach up around his neck. I love that spot just under his hair. He’s sensitive there, and when I drag my fingertips across it, he shivers, goosebumps flaring on his arms.

One hand reaches down and slides up my thigh. As his fingers probe into the hot, wet den there, he laughs against my open mouth.

“When did you take your panties off?”

“On the way here.” I kiss him deeply. “On that last run, when you promised to touch me up in the car.”

Through the slippery movements of our lips, he laughs softly. “I forgot. Helping the guys move the big bookshelf took it out of me.”

“Not too much, I hope.” I lean my tongue back in, swallowing up as much of him as he will give.

Spread across his lap, I rock my hips back as he fingers deeper. Two fingers slide in and tease my pussy. He slides me to the floor, crouched over me like a jaguar with its prey.

He runs his lips over my breasts and stomach, still covered in my light dress, until he reaches my pussy. He raises the skirt up my thighs and gasps softly, reaching out to tease my clit as he watches.

“You just going to look?” I tease.

“Why wouldn’t I?” He’s breathless, eyes wide.

I love that look. To him, I’m the most important person in the world. It’s just as I thought from the beginning—he needs me like no one else possibly can. What a surprise—a nice one—to find that I need him, too.

He leans in, finally pressing his lips to my clit. I gasp, head rolling back, trapped by dozens of cardboard boxes. I’m crushed between them on the floor, legs crumpling the cardboard as I try to get my legs open.

He grabs my hips, sliding his tongue in, deeper and deeper, lapping at the slit and pressing his top lip to the clit. I start to shake from the hips up, feeling those deep tremors inside. I feel myself getting wetter and wetter with each explosion.

My muscles spasm, and I grab his head, holding his mouth on my clit as I shamelessly come all over his face. As the orgasm subsides, I let go of him, falling back on the floor. He crawls up my body, slowly, savoring me, taking his time as he goes.

He’s so big and hard, he doesn’t even have to guide it in—his cock just slides straight into me. I’m tight even after the orgasms loosened me up. He gasps as my muscles reach for him, gripping him, as if guiding him deeper and pushing him away at the same time.

“Oh, Ali,” he whispers, and just the sound of that gasp, his reverent breaths starts my inner muscles trembling all over again.

His need for me is what makes me come. He touches me as if I’m a sacred object, infinitely delicate. I reach up, caressing the back of his neck with my nails again, feeling him shiver.

I pull his head down and graze my lips across his ear. “I love you, Jaxon.”

He groans, not looking at me, burying his head in my neck. He starts to thrust, harder but not faster, drawing it out, until electric charges of excitement keep happening inside me. I’m trying to buck and writhe, but I’m so trapped by cardboard boxes, I almost laugh.

Then he pulls back and looks into my eyes, body flush against mine. In as deep as he can go. I feel his cock trembling within me.

The pressure of his eyes is almost as intense as his cock. I don’t look away, I just let him fall. Let him drown.

My eyes will never close themselves to you. In my eyes, you are home, you are safe. I want to see you, all of you, now and every day, until the end of time.