Page 82 of Fierce-Jax

He moved his hands and pinched both of her nipples at the same time. The moment of pain hit her chest and poured right between her lower lips causing her to jerk into a different rhythm. A better one.

“Again?” he asked.

“Yes!”

He did it again, she jerked into him tighter, then moved while she squeezed him.

Her body was building, it was cresting, and she wanted to feel all the pulsing that she always did with him.

And when he pinched her a third time, a little harder than the last, her eyes crossed, her toes might have even curled behind her, her head went back and she screeched as everything inside her let go in wave after wave of a pulsing bliss.

His hands dropped, he grabbed her hips and was thrusting up into her while she continued to come.

She stayed relaxed and open and just relished in the feeling while he was making them one.

When he came, he threaded his fingers into her hair and pulled her down to his chest, just holding her tight against his body.

“Is that your heart thumping or mine?” he asked. “I can’t tell anything.”

“I think it’s both of our hearts,” she said. “That was one hell of a workout.”

She reached her hand behind her to touch her back.

“What’s wrong?” he asked. “Did I hurt you?”

“Nope,” she said. “I wanted to see how sweaty I was. Pretty bad. We need to clean up. I can’t go back to my office sweaty like this, but I don’t have any deodorant either with me.” She climbed off of him and flopped on his bed. “Oh, I’ve got some in my desk at work.”

He laughed. “Do you really think we can get into the shower together and out in five minutes?”

“Yep,” she said. “I’m not washing my hair. Can you?”

“We can try,” he said, rolling off the bed. He stood up and went to the bathroom and she followed.

He turned the shower on and she jumped in while he took care of the condom, squealed that the water wasn’t warmed enough but it woke her body up.

She lathered up and was rinsing off in two minutes, then she climbed out and grabbed the towel he handed her while he got in.

It just occurred to her that her clothes were all over the house.

She dried off, then went in search of everything in his room while she gripped the towel together in front of her with one hand.

Jax was in his bedroom a minute later wrapped in a towel while she was hooking her bra. Somehow it ended up under the chair in his room and had taken some searching to find it.

She picked up his boxer briefs and tossed them to him after she pulled up her underwear.

“This was fun,” she said. “I’ve never done it before. Not sure we’ll ever get the chance again. Guess fate was on our side.”

He laughed. “Could be.” He found his pants and pulled them on; she was in the hallway and grabbed her pants to do the same; her shirt was at the top of the stairs next to his.

“I’m not sure how I got up the stairs with one shoe on,” she said. But there was one on the top stair. The other she could see closer to his living room where she kicked it off after pulling him toward the stairs.

“I don’t remember much at all,” he said. “Not after you told me you weren’t here to eat, but I’m starving.”

“Me too,” she said. She looked at her watch. It was fifteen minutes to get back to the office and they still had thirty.

Amazing how that bout of sex was only about five minutes long when it felt as if her body was singing in relief for five hours.

“I’ve got time if you do,” he said. “We can find food. A sandwich doesn’t take long.”