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“Bad news for you,” I laugh back. “I don’t think I’ll ever be sick of that.”

“Good fucking answer,” he mumbles before he smashes his lips to mine again. Although I’ve been marginally aware of his dick resting against me, when we really ramp up the kiss, I feel him pump ever so gently into me.

I have died and gone to sexing heaven.

28

JAXON

Ican’t seem to behave around this fucking woman, and I’m not sure how I’m supposed to function with this level of attraction to someone.

After tasting her, the kiss we share goes from gentle to hungry in a matter of seconds, and I’m so desperate to be inside this woman that I am about to not care if we have a condom. I hope she’s on some kind of birth control because my dick is weeping as her mouth moves on mine. Having her fall apart on my tongue was… words can’t touch it.

There is a half second of logic that creeps in to remind me that the intensity of whatever the hell is going on here should scare me, but when her hand grasps around my cock, and she strokes it, my entire body shudders, all other thoughts forgotten.

“I wanna go down on you again,” she says confidently, moving her hand along my length.

“Whatever you want, Del,” I manage to say as I focus on her moving hand. She travels down my body and looks at me with a smirk before she opens her mouth with her tongue out like a fucking porn star. I’m not sure how she knows to do that, but I take the invitation to tap her tongue a few times before I feed her my dick. Her mouth wraps around my length, and she looks so fucking good as she moves up and down and a torturous pace. But before I can tell her how much I appreciate the view, my phone rings. Obviously, I let it ring through to voicemail while her tongue sweeps over the sensitive spots, and I’m already anticipating how good it is going to feel when she really starts working again. The physical compatibility between us is beyond anything I’ve ever experienced.

The ringing stops, and I relax my head back, getting lost in the sensation. But the phone chirps again. I lift my head, and she’s looking at me with questioning eyes and my dick in her mouth. I try to say something, but nothing comes out. What could I possibly say right now?

“Do you need to get that?” she asks, pulling off.

“No,” I say with the confidence of knowing that nothing is more important than this right here.

When the phone rings a third time, I groan because one of four people has the audacity to call me this many times. What the fuck do my siblings or Kellen want? But then logic comes back into the picture. The kind of logic you can’t have when you’re in a sex haze with someone like Della Tatroe.

“A meeting,” I say out loud. “I’m supposed to be in a meeting right now. Fuck.”

She pulls off me, trying to read if she should continue or not, and I’m about to tell her just to ignore the phone when it rings a fourth time. Both my dick and I cry as I get up to grab the call. As expected, it’s Cayson, so I swipe to answer.

“Hello,” I answer more gruffly than I should.

“Get down here, dickface. Maybe you don’t recall, you’re the one who scheduled this stupid meeting the other day.”

“I know I am, jackass,” I snap back. But that was before I knew Della wanted to use me to try to perfect her blowjobs.

“You’re failing on… what did you call it? The example we all want to be. Everyone’s waiting for you in the conference room.”

“Why did I call a meeting today?” I ask my brother as my hand travels down my face.

“Because you wanted to gather your top employees for a rah-rah meeting,” he replies, deadpan.

“Can’t you start for me, Case?” I ask. Really, I just need like eight more minutes with Del. That’s a lie. The way she moves her mouth, less than five.

“No. I have to take the twins to swim lessons. Look, I don’t have to think too hard about where you are, but let’s remember that high season is upon us. You can’t afford to be distracted right now, Jax.”

I roll my eyes because while I know he’s currently salty about life in general, I know he’s kind of right. He’s made a couple of comments throughout the week about his skepticism with Della, but he hasn’t been around the two of us. All he would have to do is see us together to feel the chemistry between us. But regardless, I need to go. The meeting started five minutes ago.

Hanging up the phone, I throw it on the comforter.

“You have to go?” Della sits to a kneel on the bed and turns her big blue eyes to me. I’m pretty sure those will be able to convince me of anything soon, including skipping the bullshit meetings I schedule.

“Yeah,” I reply. “I called the meeting with the Lodge crew on Thursday and completely forgot about it. Can’t imagine where else my mind is,” I chuckle, playfully grabbing at her.

“So… do you want to come back later?” she asks.

That feels like an impossible question. Because yes, I want to come back and continue where we left off, but I also want her to know she is more than someone I’m sexing. Or maybe she’s not. Who fucking knows. Regardless, I want Della to enjoy several things here, not just time between the sheets.