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Oh God, what was I thinking?

I’m standing under the hot spray of the shower in my bedroom, cleaning off my makeup and all the styling products from my hair but unable to wash away my embarrassment at being rejected by Jax.

I’ve wanted him from the moment I saw him in his suit tonight, before then. Having so much fun with him made me crave more time with him, in whatever way he’ll give it. I love being around him, talking with him, sharing a joke, dancing. I’m a different version of myself with him, one that’s lighter, freer, happier. Except in this moment because I am mortified that I called this so wrong.

I kissed him, without anyone around. I put the rules of our marriage to the test and kissed him when there were no cameras or eyes on us.

He just stood there. Emotionless. Not even making a move to kiss me back.

There’s a knock on the en suite door and I wipe the glass screen of the walk-in shower as the billowing steam in the room is disturbed by the bathroom door opening.

“Sienna?”

Our eyes lock. Jax has taken off his tie and jacket. His hair looks like he’s been raking his long fingers through it and his shirt is partly unbuttoned.

Now I’m the one who’s frozen, gawping at him through the glass screen. “Jax. What are you doing?”

I make no move to cover the parts of my body that must barely be disguised by clouds of heat. And when Jax runs hungry eyes all over me, I only get hotter, wetter.

Suddenly, I don’t think I called this wrong.

Audaciously, perhaps, I slide the screen door open and wait for him to make a move.

This time, he does. Not pausing to remove his shirt and pants, he steps into the shower with me and his hands quickly find my hair. My back meets the tiled wall and Jax’s hard length presses against me through his pants.

His lips find my neck and my body melts into him. “What are we doing?” I ask.

He stops, hands on my arms, those big doe-eyes searching me. “Tell me you don’t want to break the rules, Sienna, and I’ll walk out of here, I promise.”

My mouth opens. I should speak. I should stop this. It’s muddying the waters. Blurring lines. Overcomplicating the game plan. But words don’t come. Instead my trembling fingers come up to the buttons of his shirt and I finish undoing it, spurred on when his eyes close, relieved or lustful.

I indulge in every single second of the water trailing down his firm body as I push his shirt over his shoulders and down his arms. We fumble with his cufflinks, briefly smiling – nothing about this relationship is straightforward. Then our smiles fade as I hook my finger into the waistband of his pants and pull his body to mine, chest to chest, flesh to flesh. My nipples pucker with the contact and I feel it way south of my breasts.

Jax runs a hand over my hip, slowly, lazily, making me groan as he explores the sides of my body that rarely get touched by another.

“You’re so fucking perfect, Sienna,” he says, before his lips meet the plump flesh of my breast and his name is almost expunged involuntarily from my lungs. I’ve been craving his touch, wanting to know if Las Vegas was real, desperate to feel his mouth on my body, and now I have it.

My fingers lock into his hair as he drags my taut nipple into his mouth, nibbling, sucking, until my hips are pressing against his erection, begging for more.

“Such an impatient wife,” he says, looking up to me with my nipple in his teeth. Oh my fucking God, the sight of him tormenting me, sinking to his knees in front of me, the way I’ve been imagining. No minion costumes, no risk of interruption.

He’s going to go down on me and I am already pulsing with anticipation.

He holds my hips, pressing me back to the wall as his nose meets my body first, teasingly close to where I need him.

“Tell me to fuck the rules, Sienna,” he almost groans. “Tell me you want this as much as I do.”

I nod. “I do. I really fucking do, Jax.”

His lips curve into a lopsided grin. “Good girl.”

Then he lifts my leg over his shoulder, exactly like in my fantasies, and I gasp as his tongue licks a long, decadent line up my center. His mouth meets my clit, sucking hard, and it’s better than I remember or imagined.

My head sinks back to the wall as he works me like a starved man and when his fingers dip into that sweet spot inside me, my hips are thrusting, greedy for more, and Jax is unrelenting, sucking, licking, stroking, blowing my goddamn mind.

The white spots come and his name leaves my mouth as all the tension, all the lust I’ve tried to suppress, leaves me on a round of ramblings.

Then Jax is turning off the shower and taking off his pants. His cock is rock hard – long, wide, inviting.