"At dinner," I whisper, "when you are sitting next to me... I want you to wear this."
"The suit?"
"No," I say, sliding my hands up higher, dangerously closeto his zipper. "The attitude. The way you are looking at me right now."
Jax stares down at me. His pupils are blown wide.
"And how am I looking at you?"
"Like you want to ruin me."
Jax makes a noise in his throat. He reaches down. He grabs my upper arms and hauls me to my feet.
He backs me into the mirror. The glass is cool against my back; he is burning hot against my front. I can feel his erection pressing against me, hard and insistent.
"Careful, Dr. York," he growls, leaning in until his lips brush my ear. "You keep asking for trouble, you’re gonna find it. I don't care if we’re in a boutique or a boardroom."
He pulls back. He straightens my tie, mocking my earlier gesture. But his eyes are dark with desire, and I can see the pulse in his neck quickening.
I reach down and slowly unzip his pants, feeling his hardness beneath the fabric. He groans softly as I free him, his eyes never leaving mine. His cock is thick and heavy in my hand, the tip already slick with precum. I sink back to my knees, taking him into my mouth. He tastes salty and warm, and I can feel his pulse quicken as I move my lips and tongue over him.
Jax's hands find their way into my hair, gripping tightly as he guides my movements. His breath comes in ragged gasps, and I can feel his body tensing. I look up at him, meeting his gaze, and the intensity in his eyes sends a shiver down my spine.
"Max," he whispers, his voice strained. "You're driving me crazy."
I continue, feeling his body respond to every touch. His grip on my hair tightens, and I can feel him getting closer. With a final, deep thrust, he comes undone, his bodyshuddering with release. I swallow every drop, feeling a sense of satisfaction at his pleasure.
I stand up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. Jax pulls me into a fierce kiss, his arms wrapping around me. His tongue invades my mouth, tasting himself on me, and I can feel his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm.
"We’re buying the suit," he says, his voice rough with emotion.
"Yes," I breathe. "We are."
"Good. Now get out of here before I get us banned from this store for life."
I step out of the dressing room. My legs feel unsteady.
I walk to the counter. Giovanni looks up from his ledger. He looks at my flushed face. He looks at the curtain, where Jax is changing.
Giovanni smiles. A knowing, smug little smile.
"The fit?" Giovanni asks. "It was... satisfactory?"
I pull out my credit card. My hand is shaking.
"It was perfect," I say. "Wrap it up."
I stare at the curtain.
I have created a monster. And God help me, I cannot wait to show him off.
Chapter 12
The York Christmas Dinner
Jax
There is something inherently wrong about a tuxedo in a Jeep Wrangler.
