Jax withdraws his hands, his cock buried deep inside me. He grips one of my hands that is still against the wall.
“Not yet,” he whispers against my throat, his lips moving against my sensitive skin.
One hand leaves mine and cups my breast, tweaking and pulling first one, then my other nipple.
I try to move away from him, but he wraps an arm tight around my waist to stop me.
His hand slides south once again, finding my bud of nerves, his cock in and out, pumping hard and fast. The pressure builds deep in my core, and before I have a chance to think, mymuscles are contracting and I’m falling into the abyss. Lights flash behind my eyes as I come harder than I ever have before. Jax continues to move in and out before slamming in deep. I feel his cock pulse, his cum emptying deep inside me, just as he promised. My muscles milk him dry, sending me into another instant orgasm.
By the time Jax’s head rests between my shoulder blades, we’re both panting hard. His arms wrap tightly around my waist, stopping me from collapsing in a heap on the shower floor.
Jax moves, standing upright, his cock slipping from deep within my pussy.
My muscles contract, wanting to maintain the stretch, the pressure.
A warm liquid trickles down my leg. I look down at the white milky liquid, evidence of what we’ve just done.
Jax groans, dropping to his knees, his fingers sliding through the white, sticky mess.
“Do you know how sexy this is?” he whispers, pressing his lips against the skin of my lower back.
I turn in his arms, so his mouth is now against my stomach.
He looks up at me, his pupils dilated, his cheeks flushed.
His eyes don’t leave mine as his tongue snakes out, lapping at my clit.
Hot water continues to run off us.
His fingers move up my thigh, finding my entrance, pushing the escaping liquid back into my body.
I drop back against the shower wall, the ice-cold tiles steal my breath, but I’m lost in Jaxson and his magical fingers as they continue their torment.
CHAPTER 44
JAX
There’s a loud knock on my office door, which flies open before I have a chance to answer.
Caleb appears, almost vibrating with excitement.
“Leah’s in labour, the twins are on the way. Gabriel just called.” His words come out in a gush, and I grin back at him.
“What are you doing here? You need to go.”
I know how devastated Caleb was to have missed Callum’s birth. Leah delivered early, and he was stuck in the US with me. The twins may be different in personality, but their bond is undeniable, and when Gabriel finally found love with Leah, Caleb was over the moon. When Callum was born, it was almost like he had a child of his own.
“I have an investor’s meeting, they’re all waiting in the meeting room,” he says.
“I’ve got this. I take it Simon will be there?”
I already know that he will be. He spent yesterday afternoon running through his part of the presentation with me, to ensure he hadn’t missed anything.
Caleb nods.
“I’ve listened to your spiel more times than I care to think over the years. I can probably repeat it verbatim.”
“Are you sure? I know you’re trying to get the FHG permits through.”
