I step away from the table without waiting on his response, and for the remainder of the time I have customers in the bar, I avoid looking at him.
I’m as pent up as I was with Nick watching me close the other night. I quietly do my closing duties as my patrons finish up, even spot sweeping beneath some tables so that once the last group leaves, all I need to do is close the till, put the chairs up, and mop.
Though, when I finally look at Jax still sitting so patiently in the corner, I make a split-second decision.
I count the till fast and turn the cameras off after putting away the deposit.
Jax is putting the final set of chairs atop the tables when I come out of the back.
“Take off your pants,” I say, striding across the room in his direction.
His brows lift. “Come again?” he asks as his eyes dart to the camera.
I reach him and pull him down to my lips. Our mouths crash against one another, hungry and fierce. He squeezes my waist, hips flush to mine.
“I said get off your pants,” I breathlessly repeat.
His lip curls. “Cameras off.Minx. I thought you were sore.”
“Fuck me before I change my mind.”
He grins. “Don’t let go, darling.”
Jax kisses me hard enough that I slip off-balance. He grabs me by my throat, my ass. I gasp at the grip, body sinking into his intensity. It’s relentless and hurried. He’s devouring me like he might never get the chance to again.
I hold onto his neck as I feel him bend me backwards. My back arches. His mouth is on my throat, my jaw. I can’t tell where he’s going next. All I can do is hold on and let him take control like he’s been wanting to the last twenty-four hours, and I fucking love it.
I’ve unleashed him.
He bends his knees, grabs me under my ass, and lifts me onto his waist. We hit one of the barstools within a few strides. I topple on its edge and hug him harder to keep from falling. He already has his hands beneath my skirt, his thumbs hooked around my underwear. His lips meet mine as he slides them off with haste. I start to reach between us, but he bites my lip and shakes his head.
“Keep your hands around my neck or I’ll find something to tie them back with,” he warns.
My gaze drifts to the tinsel garland taped to the bar, and I lift my arms to spite him.
“Oh nooo, look at that, my arms slipped… Guess I better not show you the garland behind my ass.”
He gives me a look, teeth gritting like he’s trying not to smile. “Did you get a safe word yet?” he asks.
I can feel my eyes dilating even further. “Yes.”
“Say it for me.”
“Snowflakes.”
He scoffs. “Figures. Don’t forget to use it.”
Jax reaches behind me and rips the garland off the wall. Pieces of red and silver scatter on the floor, though he doesn’t seem to notice as he presses my wrists together and binds them.
He makes the prettiest bow, too.
“Next time, maybe I’ll tie you up,” I say once he has my arms back around his neck.
He releases a shuddering breath. “Only you, love.” He kisses my nose and slides his hands between us to unbuckle his pants. I feel his length spring free, and I groan into his neck when he slides his dick along my sore pussy.
“Fuck, Juniper. You’re so wet and swollen for me,” he breathes.
“Finish me,” I say in his ear.
