Wow.

Just…wow.

The couple times I’d managed to convince Billy to go down on me, he’d done it for a couple minutes, then it’d been my turn to reciprocate. Even though I’d never had good oral sex – until a few seconds ago – I’d been able to tell that Billy’s attempts had been half-hearted at best. I’d given up even asking after a while, resigning myself to not having that as part of my sex life.

What Jax had just done was better than pretty much every other sexual experience I’d ever had.

I opened my eyes to tell Jax just that, but the words couldn’t find their way out of my befuddled brain, especially when I saw him rolling a condom on over his thick shaft. I’d never understood women who described penises as beautiful, but when it came to Jax Hunter…

He was a fine specimen of male flesh all the way around.

“Syll.” His voice was rough, his eyes dark. “I need to know you want this.”

I wasn’t even close to considering saying no. Not with him standing there looking all gorgeous, and me sitting on the desk, my legs splayed open, my pussy throbbing with the need to be filled. The need to connect.

Still, I couldn’t bring myself to speak above a whisper. “I want you.”

He stepped closer, sliding his hands up my legs from knee to thigh, then curling his fingers around my hips. “Put your hands behind your back.”

I did as he said, threading my fingers between each other.

“Don’t come,” he warned. “Not until I tell you to.”

I raised an eyebrow. “And what if I do?”

He grinned a dangerous sort of grin. “I can think of all kinds of ways to punish you.”

That comment should have made me uneasy, but all I felt was a thrill run down my spine. I could feel the power in his body, the strength there, but he held it back. He knew he didn’t have to show off for me to know how strong he was. Unlike Billy, who’d always used every opportunity possible to make people see him as bigger and better.

Then he was pushing inside of me, and all the thoughts in my head flew away. Everything in my brain was reduced to yes, yes, fuck, yes.

“Next time,” he said as he slid another inch forward, “we’re going to play a bit more.”

“Play?” The word came out as a squeak.

“Yes, play.” He groaned as he sank the rest of the way into me.

He rotated his hips, and I moaned, reaching out to grab his shirt. “You’re wearing too many clothes. I want to touch you.”

“You are touching me.” He sounded amused, but the heat in his eyes was anything but amusing.

“No, I want I want I want…” I let out a cry as he snapped his hips forward. “Fuck yes that. More of that.”

He began to move in fast, deep strokes that rubbed against all the right parts of me. “Keep talking.”

“What?” I clung to his shoulders, all my attention focused on the point where our bodies connected.

“Keep talking. Tell me what you want.”

“Skin.” It took an insane effort to manage to get just that word out.

He grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled it over his head without missing a beat. “Better?”

I nodded. I slid my hands down from his shoulders to his chest. Every inch of him was solid as a rock.

He wrapped his arm around my waist, holding me in place as he began to move faster, each new stroke driving the air from my lungs and sending ripples of pleasure across my nerves. I curled forward, every cell in my body vibrating as I struggled to keep myself from coming. I dug my nails into his chest, barely aware of what I was doing.

A bolt of lightning hit me as Jax’s thumb pressed against my clit, rubbed it, and I was helpless to do anything but chase the electricity right over the edge. I pressed my face against his chest, used his body to muffle all the sounds I couldn’t stop myself from making.

Each new thrust sent me a little higher, and then he buried himself deep once, twice, and came. For a few glorious seconds, we hovered there together, riding the bliss we’d found in each other’s bodies.

I didn’t want to like him, but I knew I wasn’t sitting here, my arms wrapped around him, his forehead resting against mine, just because the sex was good. The scent of sex and whatever spicy soap he used surrounded me. I could feel him, still inside me, and I knew we’d both need to move soon, but in this moment, I was content. Not only content but safe. He wouldn’t let anyone hurt me…

I shouldn’t be thinking like that.

He wasn’t my boyfriend. This was sex, and nothing more. I didn’t have to like him to fuck him, so I wasn’t going to like him. I’d tolerate him when he wasn’t giving me toe-curling orgasms.

And as soon as my brain was functioning enough to communicate effectively, I’d tell him that.

“You didn’t keep your hands behind your back,” he said as he straightened.

I shivered as he pulled out, the loss of his body heat affecting me as much as the sudden emptiness inside me. He tossed the condom into the trashcan next to the desk and tucked himself back into his pants. Then he bent over, picking up both his shirt and my pants.

“You came without permission.”

I sucked in a breath as I slid off the desk, a whole new set of aches joining the others. Despite that, I didn’t regret what we’d done. As I eased into my pants, however, I saw some of the papers that had fallen off the desk, and my father’s name was still at the top of a couple of them. This was his office, and I’d had sex in here with Billy, and now with a virtual stranger. I couldn’t think of a worse way to disrespect Dad’s memory than what I’d just done.

“That’s two things I need to punish you for.”

I looked up as I fixed my shirt, momentarily confused by what he’d said. Then I remembered, and my treacherous body clenched with nearly painful need.

“I need to get back to work,” I said, turning away from him.

For a moment, I thought he would grab my arm, turn me around so he could tell me exactly how he was going to punish me. Except he didn’t do any of those things.

“Have you ever thought about expanding the bar?”

I turned on my own and saw a thoughtful expression on Jax’s face. “Expanding? Did you see how empty it is out there?”

“If you opened all this into one big, open space, it could be more than a bar.”

I froze. More than a bar? Was he really making a business pitch now?

“I already checked the blueprints to make sure it’d be possible to tear out these walls.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I shook my head, feeling a bitter laugh wanting to force itself from between my lips. How could I have been so stupid?

“What?” He sounded surprised, but for all I knew, he was that good of an actor.

“Do you still want my bar?” I waited a few moments for an answer, but when it didn’t come, I took that as a good enough response. “Get out, and don’t come back.”