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The image he painted in that low purr of a voice had her arching ruthlessly against her hand, a soft cry escaping her lips. She was close, so close, tension coiling tightly in her belly.

“That’s it,” he encouraged. “Now plunge your fingers deep. Pretend it’s my tongue.”

She did as he asked and gasped. “God, Jax...”

“Tell me how it feels.”

“I’m so wet.” Her fingers made a soft, slick sound as she worked them in and out.

“Christ, I can hear how wet you are.” His breath hissed between his teeth.

“I want to taste all that sweet honey. Want to feel you come against my tongue. Want to bury myself so deep inside you that you forget where you end and I begin.” His voice was strained, desperate.

“I’ll fuck you so hard you’ll still feel me next week.

You’ll squirm every time you sit down. You’ll think of me inside you and get wet all over again.

You’ll need to sneak away from your customers, hide in the back room, and call me so I can remind you how it feels to have something thick and hard inside you.

You’ll get yourself off to my voice while those little old ladies are sitting in the dining room, sipping coffee and gossiping, not having any idea what I’m making you do to yourself a few feet away. ”

Nessie’s mouth fell open at his words, her entire body flaring so hot she was half-surprised she didn’t combust on the spot. Nobody had ever talked to her like this—raw and unfiltered desire wrapped in that gravelly voice. It made her feel powerful and desired in ways she’d forgotten were possible.

“Yes,” she gasped, her fingers working faster. “I want all of that. I want you to fuck me until I can’t remember my own name.”

Jax’s groan vibrated through the phone, deep and primal. “You have no idea what hearing you say that does to me. Such a sweet mouth saying such filthy things. Do you like it dirty, sweetness?”

“Only for you,” she whispered, and meant it. She’d never been this uninhibited, this free with her desires.

He grunted into the phone, and she imagined his hand stroking himself, rough and relentless.

“The sweet baker in her flirty aprons, pretending to be so innocent. But you’re not, are you?

Not when you’re alone in bed, legs open, thinking about someone like me.

You need it hard. You need it rough. You need to feel me splitting you open and stretching you wide.

” He made a sound like he was gritting his teeth, fighting for control.

“If I was there, I’d eat you out until you came on my face, and then I’d keep going.

You’d be shaking, begging me to stop, but I wouldn’t.

Not until you were ruined for anyone else. Only then would I fuck you.”

The coil of tension in her belly wound impossibly tighter.

Her breaths came in short, sharp gasps as her fingers worked frantically now, zeroing in on her clit.

The sound of his labored breathing in her ear, the knowledge that he was stroking himself hard and fast to the sound of her pleasure, took her right to the edge.

She whimpered, so close now it was almost painful. “Jax, please. I need?—”

“I know what you need,” he snarled. “You need to come for me. Right now. Get your fingers deeper, and rub your clit just the way you like it. Let yourself go. I want to hear you scream my name.”

She obeyed, hips rolling on the mattress, breath sawing from her lungs as she drove herself over the edge.

Her release detonated through her, the pleasure so sharp she screamed his name into her pillow.

Her body convulsed, trembling thighs clamping around her hand, her heart hammering so hard she thought it might break through her ribs.

For a moment, everything else disappeared.

On the other end of the line, she heard his every inhale come rougher than the last. She heard the wet, relentless sound of his fist working his cock, heard him shudder as he groaned, “Fuck.”

She could picture him, head thrown back, muscles taut as he spurted onto his stomach.

Oh God, she wanted to see him like that.

For several moments, there was nothing but the sound of their breathing, gradually slowing, evening out. She lay boneless against her pillows, a pleasant tingle spreading through her limbs. The air in her bedroom felt charged, electric, as if a storm had just passed through.

“You still there?” he asked softly.

“Mm-hm.” She couldn’t quite form words yet, her mind still floating in the afterglow.

“I didn’t plan for that to happen.” He sounded almost apologetic.

She smiled into the darkness. “Neither did I. But I’m glad it did.”

“Me too.” The simple admission seemed to cost him, emotion turning his voice into a raw rasp. “I’m sorry if I got too… dirty.”

“Don’t apologize.” Nessie rolled onto her back, staring at the ceiling. “I liked all of it. Especially the dirty parts.”

In the hush that followed, she started to giggle, half delirium, half disbelief. “I can’t believe we just did that.”

Jax’s laugh rumbled through the phone, softer now. She imagined him shirtless, sweat cooling, hair a mess. Her stomach fluttered all over again.

“You should get some sleep,” he said gently.

“So should you.”

But neither made a move to end the call. Instead, they lay in silence, connected by nothing but their breathing and the invisible thread that had been drawing them together since that first morning on Ridge Road.

“Nessie?” he said after a long while.

“Hmm?”

“I’m coming over tomorrow to help Ghost install those cameras.”

She smiled, warmth spreading through her chest. “I want to see you again.”

“Good.” His relief was palpable. “Now go to sleep.”

“Stay on the line?” she asked softly. “Just until I fall asleep?”

“I’m not going anywhere,” he promised.

And he didn’t. He stayed on the line, his breathing a steady rhythm in her ear, until sleep claimed her at last.

When she woke the next morning, the call had ended, but a text waited on her screen:

Sleep well?

She smiled and typed back:

Better than I have in years.

His response came immediately:

That makes two of us.

She hugged the phone to her chest, feeling like a teenager with her first crush. But this was no crush. This was something more profound, more dangerous. Something that could hurt them both if they weren’t careful.

But as she rose to wake Oliver and start her day, she realized the crawling sensation between her shoulder blades was gone.