“You don’t have to,” Leah says, a look of guilt passing over her face, as if her words have chased me away.
I give her arm a gentle squeeze.
“I’ll pop around on Saturday. Maybe I can take Callum to the P.A.R.K.” I spell out. “Give you guys a break.”
Leah inclines her head, her eyes welling up. She sniffs.
“Sorry, my hormones are all over the place. That would be wonderful.”
I smile and give her arm one final squeeze. “I’ll see you then.”
I lean in and kiss Leah on the cheek before running a finger down Isla’s arm, then turn to Gabriel, looking at the second tiny bundle.
“Fatherhood suits you, baby brother,” I say.
“I know,” he says with a grin. “Thank you for all the presents.”
“Isn’t that what aunts are for? Spoiling their nieces and nephews?”
Gabriel walks me to the door.
“Bye, Jax,” I say, his proximity playing havoc with my equilibrium.
“Bye, Kat,” he says, looking up from the toy cars Callum has him playing with.
I turn to find Gabriel watching me closely.
I smile.
“Right, that’s me out of here.”
“You work too hard,” Gabriel says, opening the door to his and Leah’s apartment.
I shrug. “Pot calling kettle, and all that.”
“That was the old me, I’ve?—”
“Let me guess, seen the light?”
He chuckles and wraps his free arm around me, pulling me into his side. “Take care, sis.”
“You too.”
Heading down to the carpark in the elevator, I close my eyes and do breathing exercises to calm my racing heart. Seeing Jax face-to-face was much easier when I thought I hated him, that he was a two-timing snake. Now… the man sets my lady parts on fire, and has my heart racing, and stomach jumping at a mere glance. The Maldives was clearly a bad idea. New Year was even worse. It’s woken up my libido, and it appears there’s no putting it back in its box. My body is starting to crave Jax’s, like it does water after a fierce workout. Jaxson Lockwood has left me insatiable, not only for his body, but I find myself missing our conversations, his company.
Kat Frazer, you’re having a pre-midlife crisis. Time to get a grip!
I squirm as I drop into the seat of my McLaren. The vibration of the engine as I fire her up, exciting my already sensitive clit. I groan and close my eyes briefly before putting her in reverse and getting as far away from Jaxson Lockwood as possible.
By the time I make it back to the hotel, I take the elevator straight to my floor, bypassing reception and any staff members who may want my attention. Closing the door to the suite, I lean my head back against it.
Heading to my bedroom, I strip off my suit, hanging it up before stepping into the steaming shower. My sensitive nipples pucker against the spray of water. I bite my lips as my fingers find them, tweaking and pulling as Jaxson did, the last time we were together. I groan in frustration before sliding a hand between my thighs. My pussy is already swollen and wet, pulsing with a need to be filled. I drop my head against the cool tiles, two fingers sliding into my entrance, while my thumb strums my throbbing clit, faster and faster. I close my eyes and picture Jax. His smooth, taut skin, his impressive cock. It’s not long before my muscles are clenching around my fingers and I’m groaning into the shower spray.
I turn around and lean against the cold shower wall, cooling my body as I try to cool my libido.
I wash in record time, not wanting to give in to my desires any further.
I bite my lip as I drag my fluffy bathrobe across sensitive skin.
