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As if to prove his point, he slides a hand under my top, palm hot against my bare stomach as it travels upward. When his fingers brush the underside of my breast, I let out another moan.

“God, the sounds you make,” he groans. Even in starlight, I can see his eyes are dark with desire. “I can’t wait to hear you make those noises when I’m buried deep inside you again.”

The images his words conjure in my head make me want to clench my thighs together. This is getting out of hand fast, but I can’t seem to make myself tell him to stop as he removes my top, exposing my sports bra.

“Can I take this off?” he asks, brushing his fingertips along the edge.

“Yes,” I whisper, finding myself unable to resist.

His eyes darken with hunger as he tugs it over my head, leaving me bare from the waist up. The cool evening air makesmy nipples tighten instantly, and I feel a flush spread across my chest as he stares at me in awe.

“Fucking perfect,” he breathes.

Cupping my breasts in both hands, he pushes them together and leans in to take a nipple into his mouth, making me gasp and roll my hips. The friction against his cock, which is already hard, sends sparks of pleasure shooting through my body. So, I do it again, grinding harder.

“That’s it, beautiful,” he encourages, switching to my other breast with a swirl of his tongue. “Take what you need.”

Lost in sensation, I continue to rock, my movements becoming even more desperate as heat builds between my legs. His hands shift to grip my waist, guiding me as I ride him through our clothes. It feels so good. Maybe too good.

Suddenly, I come to the realization that I’m dry-humping Jax. In my backyard. Like a horny teenager.

Mortification floods my veins, and I freeze. I sit back, causing his mouth to leave my nipple with an audible pop.

“I—I’m sorry,” I stammer, trying to climb off his lap. “This is... I shouldn’t be?—”

His hands grip my hips firmly, keeping me in place. “It’s okay,” he rasps softly. “Use me. I want you to.”

Before I can protest, he slides his hands down and up under my shorts, cupping my ass as he pulls me tighter against him. The new angle has his cock pressing right against my clit, and it makes me whimper.

“Such a good girl,” he murmurs, guiding my hips in a slow, deliberate rhythm. “Feel how hard you make me? It’s all for you.”

His words of praise send another wave of heat straight to my core. I give in, letting him help control my movements as I blindly chase the building pressure. My hands wrap around hisshoulders for support, and I bury my face in his neck, too far gone to stop.

“Oh, fuck,” I moan as he increases the pace, helping me grind even harder and faster against him.

“I’ve got you,” he promises. “Let go for me, beautiful.”

Gripping my ass tighter, he starts thrusting himself against my clit, and it takes only seconds before I’m pushed over the edge, coming with a muffled cry against his neck. My body trembles, waves of pleasure washing over me as holds me through it, murmuring words of praise in my ear as my hips jerk.

When I finally come down from the high, reality crashes in again.

Shit.

“Hey,” he says softly, sliding his hands away from my ass to rub my back. “You okay?”

I sit back, look him in the eyes and nod. “Yeah. I just... wow. That was…”

“Hot as fuck,” he finishes with a chuckle.

My face burns with embarrassment, but I can’t deny how incredible that felt.

I glance down. He’s still hard. Sliding off his lap, I reach for the button on his jeans.

Shaking his head, he catches my wrists. “It’s not about me right now.” He gives me another devastating grin. “So…. did that give you enough time to think about coming with me?”

His question makes me laugh. It’s only been like twenty minutes since he asked me the first time. But then the moonlight catches the angles of his face, highlighting the intensity in his gaze, and in that moment, I feel something shift.

Maybe it’s the vulnerability he let me see in him during our talk, or maybe it’s the way he just put my pleasure before his own. Before I can overthink what it all means, my next words fall from my lips. “I’ll come with you.”