Jax got me off twice, pounding into me from behind, one hand in my hair and the other slapping my ass until it burned.

And he hadn’t come yet.

How the hell did he have this much stamina?

My muscles were still trembling as he leaned over me and worried my earlobe between his teeth. “What do you want to try next? I’m thinking I want you riding me, so I can watch those gorgeous breasts of yours bounce.”

“I don’t care,” I said honestly. “I’m pretty sure you can make me come from any position.”

He chuckled, then pulled out, sending another tremor through me. “Damn right.”

The bed dipped as he joined me on it, pulling me on top of him. My nipples brushed against his chest, and I moaned as the hair there rubbed my sensitive skin. I pushed myself up enough that I was able to get my hand around his cock and hold him in place. My pussy throbbed with the need to get him inside me again, and I let out a soft sigh as I sank down on him.

“Syll,” he groaned, his head falling back and his eyes closing.

I put my hands on his chest, but I didn’t close my eyes. I didn’t want to miss a moment of this. I’d known he was hot before but seeing him naked…fuck. Every line and muscle defined.

Lickable.

And because I wanted to, I leaned down and ran my tongue around one of his nipples.

“Fuck,” he hissed, eyes flying open.

I took his nipple between my teeth and his body arched, driving his cock painfully deep.

“Little minx,” he said as he surged upward.

His mouth crashed into mine, teeth bruising my already-swollen lips. I worked my hips back and forth, desperate to find release again. Desperate to bring him with me this time. I dug my nails into his shoulders, fighting through the burn of my thigh muscles.

“Are you going to come again?” he asked as he bit his way down my neck, hard enough that I suspected he’d left marks.

“Mm-hm.” I let my head fall back, exposing my throat. “You this time too.”

“Maybe,” he said.

His teeth sunk into my breast and my entire body jerked.

“Ask me what I need to come, Syll.”

“What do you need to come?” I obediently repeated.

“Tell me,” he said. “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

I closed my eyes and felt the word before I spoke it. “Everything. I want you to do everything.”

He laughed again, a slow, warm caress of sound over my skin. “I’m going to need you to be specific.”

“Fuck me. Lick me.” I let the words spill from my mouth even as the pleasure reached a near-painful point I’d never felt before. All the things I’d ever wanted to say but had held back in the past, I told him. “I want your mouth on my pussy. Your tongue in my cunt. I want to taste you. Suck your cock. I want you to spank me again.”

He pulled me tight against him and put his mouth next to my ear. “Do you want me to fuck your ass?”

I shuddered, so close I could almost taste it.

“Tell me, Syll. Tell me that you want me to fuck your ass.”

“I do.”

The last word turned into a cry as he flipped me onto my back and slammed into me twice, sending sparks exploding behind my eyes. The second time, he growled my name, and his body tensed above me as he came. He ground down against me, pushing me over the edge one more time before I passed out.

* * *

My first thought was that I was laying on possibly the most comfortable bed in the history of beds. My second thought was that my bed wasn’t even close to this comfortable, which meant I wasn’t in my bed.

I rolled over, waiting to feel my hand smack into Billy, to hear him mumble a curse before falling asleep again. When my arm thumped against sheets, my brain began to try to figure out what was wrong.

Billy’s bed was more uncomfortable than mine. And his sheets were scratchy. And they generally smelled like week-old sex and sweat. If I wanted clean sheets, I usually had to make the bed myself. Sometimes I thought he had me come to his place whenever he wanted his sheets changed.

These sheets were soft. Expensive.

And they smelled amazing. Freshly laundered, but it was more than that. They smelled like…

Shit.

They didn’t smell like shit. They smelled like Jax.

My eyes flew open, and I sat up in a rush.

I hadn’t drunk enough last night to be hungover, which was good, but I also hadn’t drunk enough to not be able to remember what had happened, which was bad.

Because now I remembered everything.

His chest under my hands, all those firm muscles, and other firm things that fit inside me as if we’d…

I shook my head. I wasn’t going to go down that road. If I started thinking about what had happened, I’d have to think about how I felt about it, and I really didn’t want to do that.

Jax wasn’t here, so I scrambled out of bed, grabbing my clothes and yanking them on as quickly as I could. My jeans were still damp from the snow, reminding me that we’d gotten a storm last night. I hurried over to the window, sending up a silent prayer that I’d be able to find a cab to take me home.

We’d gotten a good eight inches or so, but we were Bostonians. The roads were cleared, and people were out doing their normal things. I breathed a sigh of relief. I could get out of here without trying to find Jax. And I really didn’t want to see him right now. Maybe ever.

Yes, that would be good. Never seeing him again, never having to think about how he’d made me come more times in one night…

Nope. I wasn’t going there.

I was going home.

I gave myself a congratulatory pat on the back when I managed to get down to the sidewalk without getting lost in Jax’s insanely massive house and without seeing him. Then again, for all I knew, he’d left hours ago.

Since I hadn’t opened the bar last night, I’d need to have it open tonight, giving me the chance to focus on work and forget everything else. Including the part of yesterday that had been less orgasms and more seeing my boyfriend cheating on me.

As I showered, I started going through a mental list of everything I had to do. I went through every detail twice, trying not to think about how ordering more scotch made me think about how I’d tasted the smooth liquid on Jax’s tongue.

By the time I headed to the office, I felt more in control, more like my old self.

No, I decided. I felt better than my old self. I didn’t have that nagging voice in the back of my head telling me that I needed to call Billy, make time for Billy…basically, a whole bunch of stuff about Billy. And now I didn’t have to think about him at all.

And I wasn’t. Thinking about him. Or Jax. I was thinking about filling out my order sheet for February.

I was half-way through the list when I thought I heard something. When I glanced out into the bar, however, everything seemed fine, so I went back to my work. I wanted to get this done before we opened. Once Gilly came in, she and I were going to have a hell of a lot to talk about.

I’d mentally prepared a third of my half of the conversation when I heard something else. I got up this time, going out into the bar. I made it a handful of steps before I saw that I wasn’t alone.

“Excuse me, we’re closed…” My voice trailed off as my brain registered the large man in the black ski mask standing in front of me.

I didn’t care how snowy or cold it was. A guy in a ski mask walks into a bar, and it’s not the beginning of a joke; it’s a robbery.

“You’ve been given several opportunities to do the right thing, Miss Reeve, but you’ve failed.”

Before I could figure out if someone would even hear me if I screamed, pain exploded across the left side of my face. I hadn’t seen him move, and now I couldn’t see him at all because my eye was watering as I tried to catch my breath.

A second blow followed the first, knocking me to the ground. I yelled in pain, wrapping my hands around my head to protect it. He drove his foot into my stomach twice, sending shockwaves of pain through my torso, and driving all the air from my lungs.

I coughed and gasped, everything in me focusing on how much I hurt, but I still heard him speak.

“You stay away from Jax Hunter, and the next time Mr. Jones comes to make an offer on this shithole, you do the smart thing and accept it.”