“As much as I love that dress, I still think you should be waiting for me like this every time I come home.” He kissed his way down my body, sliding my panties off as he went.
“Don’t mess up my hair.”
He lifted his mouth from my pussy and cocked his head. “Bend over the bench.”
“Okay,” I said, excitedly.
I slid off the mattress and leaned over the tufted bench at the end of our bed. I was now in just my bra, but Jaxon made quick work of removing that and he gave my butt a gentle smack before burying himself deep from behind.
“Yes,” I hissed out.
“You okay?”
“God, yes, harder, baby.”
He cupped a breast and rolled my nipple into a tight peak as he slammed into me, faster and faster, and I thought I’d lose my mind.
“Now, Jax!” I begged.
His hand slid between my legs and he fingered my clit and buried himself deeper until my walls contracted around him and he finally let himself go.
Kissing the back of my neck, he slid out of me, and walked to the bathroom, returning with a warm washcloth and settling it between my legs.
I sat on the bench and watched him button his jeans back up. “You didn’t even take off your boots.”
“You said I had limited time.” He grinned, leaning down and kissing me quickly. “I prioritized.”
I chuckled. “I like when you prioritize, especially if I get an orgasm out of it.”
“I aim to please, Rufus.” He handed me my discarded underwear and leaned against my dresser while I redressed. “Are we eating here or out?”
“We were all planning on eating at Blush.”
“Jesus, you’re going to Blush?”
“Yeah, why?”
“Was that Kim’s idea?”
“Actually, yes, it was,” I said as I stepped into the closet and pulled out my dress. “Is that a problem?”
“Ah...”
“Please don’t say it’s a problem,” I rushed to say. “That place is impossible to get into and Darien got us the VIP section.”
He visibly relaxed. “Okay, good. VIP I can handle.”
I raised an eyebrow. “What if we hadn’t gotten the VIP section?”
“I would have called Booker or Mack and insisted they clear it out for you,” he said. “That place is a meat market.”
Well, this was interesting information. Not the meat market nugget, because I knew that, but the fact he could call Booker or Mack to take care of it. “You have clout to get the VIP section cleared out?”
“Do you know who owns Blush?”
I shrugged. “No, should I?”
“Dogs of Fire.”
