Page 57 of Reputation (Toronto Royals #1)

The elevator doors opened on his floor sooner than he was ready. Reluctantly, he pulled back and gazed down at her, enjoying the view of her swollen mouth and hooded eyes. When the doors began to close, he shot his arm out to stop them.

Leaning back against the wall, she looked incredible with her flushed skin. She laughed, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. “Come on,” she said, taking his hand and pulling him off the elevator. “I want to see your place.”

Finding himself under her spell again, he followed behind her.

Stepping into the small hallway, he unlocked his door and held it open for her to go first. Eavie wandered a few steps into the dark entryway.

Closing the door, Jax flipped on the lights, illuminating the first few rooms. He removed her coat and his cape, placing both on the entry table.

She looked left and sucked in a breath. “ Holy shit, ” she breathed.

Jax chuckled as she stepped forward, first looking at the dining room and then at the living room and kitchen. “Would you like a tour?” he asked, curious what she would think.

“Um, yes,” Eavie said, still looking around.

Taking her hand, he pulled her to the right of the entry, showing her the first two bedrooms and bathrooms primarily kept for guests. He then led her back through to the living room.

Stating the obvious, he said, “Living room and kitchen.”

“Oh my god,” she said excitedly as she practically bounced into the large kitchen, running her fingers across the dark granite counter. “This kitchen is amazing.”

“Can’t say a woman has ever said that when here,” he mused.

He wasn’t a big cook and didn’t use it all that often, but her excitement over the space made him smile. He liked that she liked it.

She aimed a dry look his way, and he chuckled. “Come on,” he said, nodding to the other side of the room.

She followed with one last longing look back at the kitchen. Taking his offered hand, Eavie followed him through the rest of the rooms. He showed her each one but didn’t let her linger too long as he slowly brought her closer to his bedroom, where he planned to keep her for the rest of the night.

They stopped just shy of his bedroom, impatience eating at his gut.

This room was designated as an office, but he didn’t use it all that much.

It held a desk and laptop that he used on quiet evenings when he was alone.

With nothing else to do, he used it to study plays, rosters and game tapes or sort through the contracts on endorsements his agent sent over.

Eavie wandered in, taking a cursory glance around. She paused in the center, looking at the shelves above his desk. Jax watched her, wanting to know what she was thinking.

“Why doesn’t anyone know?” she asked, pointing to all the awards on the shelves she stared at.

There were various accolades and achievements, none of them from playing hockey. He kept those awards in the sitting room. The ones she was looking at were for all the charity and philanthropy work he did.

He shook his head, leaning a shoulder against the door frame. “Because I don’t do it for the recognition.” When she looked at him, he continued. “I do it because I have the privilege to.”

Her throat worked in a swallow, but she said nothing in return. Pivoting, she made her way toward the wall of windows at the back of the room.

This side of the suite had a spectacular view of the south cityscape. In the darkness, you could see the high rises and the CN Tower lit up in the night. With the minimal lighting inside, the view was clear and attention-drawing—except when she was in the room.

Jax watched her as she gazed out. The silhouette of her costume made her look like a creature from a Hans Christian Andersen fairy tale, the wings on her shoulders and sleeves gleaming black against the windows.

“This view is gorgeous,” Eavie breathed as she stopped at the edge of the glass.

Pushing off the door frame, Jax stalked toward her. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he placed a soft kiss just behind her ear and delighted in the familiar mewling moan that broke from her lips.

“You are more exquisite than any view, or any sunrise, sunset, and skyline from it,” he murmured against her skin.

She inhaled a sharp breath, her lips popping open in an enticing way that had his cock pulsing.

She drew her arm up, curling her fingers into the hair at the back of his head.

He turned her around and captured her mouth again.

Pushing her back against the window, he took his time kissing her, swallowing the desperate noises she made in the back of her throat as he ran his hands down her sides, following the lines of her legs.

On his way back up, he gripped her behind her thighs and lifted her.

Automatically, she wrapped her legs around him, aligning them perfectly so his growing erection nestled against her center.

Pushing back from the windows, he carried her out of the office to the room next door, his patience vanishing with the succulent taste of her lips.

Not bothering to turn the lights on, Jax used the glow of the moon and city lights outside to see.

Placing her back on her feet, he began working on getting her naked.

After several attempts at finding a zipper or buttons, he was forced to release her mouth so he could see, letting out a frustrated grumble that had her laughing.

“It’s a bodysuit,” Eavie said, smirking at his annoyance.

She reached up and unsnapped a few buttons holding the wings to her shoulders.

She then untied the lace from around her neck.

With both gone, he could see the shoulder straps of the bodysuit, about two fingers thick, where it dipped down and met the lace that covered her chest like the wings on her shoulders.

The black lace hid her breasts beneath the translucent material that covered the rest of her torso.

Pulling the straps down her arms, he slowly revealed her body as the article stretched and slid down her. When he reached her hips, his attention shifted to her perfect tits that were sitting full and pointed before him. The cool air caused the rosy nipples to peak, begging him to feast on them.

She must have caught the hungry look on his face because she put her hand on his chest, stopping him from bending down to take one in his mouth.

“Before we go any further,” she said, “I should probably get this make-up off.”

Jax growled at the thought, which elicited a bubbling laugh from her at his impatience. He grappled for her again, but she skillfully stepped out of his reach.

“You’re going to have me all night,” she purred, backing toward the archway to his closet and bathroom.

She continued to pull her costume off as she moved, revealing more and more of her luscious body to his view like the sexiest fucking strip tease he had ever seen.

“You can wait five minutes for me to remove my makeup before it stains your sheets.”

As unhappy as he was at the interruption, an idea formed in his head that would let her clean off the paint as she wanted, but would allow him to continue to enjoy her.

He licked his lip as he slowly approached her. She continued on her backward path, the Lycra of her outfit peeling lower and lower. When it finally pooled at her feet and she was left standing in front of him in nothing but her heels, he closed the distance with one quick stride.

The air whooshed from her lungs, her breath fanning across his face.

He skimmed his fingers across her shoulders, down the center of her chest, carefully avoiding her nipples, which were puckered into hard little points.

Jax continued his journey down her stomach and over the toned plane of her abdomen.

At her hips, he parted his hands and traveled around to her back, where he continued downward over her ass.

Reaching the back of her legs, he lifted her again.

He must have caught her by surprise, because she gasped softly. “Jax,” she said with a breathless laugh as she wrapped one hand around his neck while the other gripped his shoulder. “What are you doing?”

He marched into the bathroom and through to where the double-stall shower took up an entire wall. Putting her down outside it, he said, “If you insist on taking that off, then we are going to shower together.”

Her eyes lit with excitement as she bit her plump lower lip. The movement caused his gut to tighten. He let out a groan as he gripped her chin and pulled the flesh out from between her teeth.

“If you want a chance to wash off, then you need to stop doing that,” Jax said, his voice gruff.

She smiled for a heartbeat before her face transformed into a frown.

“Oh shit! I forgot I don’t have any of my things with me.

I don’t have anything to take this makeup off with.

It’s waterproof and needs makeup remover to do it,” she said, disappointment settling into the lines around her mouth and eyes.

She paused for a minute, thinking. “Jax, I really want to stay with you—”

He cut her off before she voiced the idea he refused to let her say.

Sealing his lips to hers quickly, he assuaged her worries.

“There’s a ton of skin and hair products in the guest suite.

I’ll show you,” he said, running his hands down the thick strands of her golden hair that he’d pulled out of its restraints while he’d been devouring her mouth.

She still had the thick black crown atop her head, making her look like a dark queen—his queen.

She raised an accusing eyebrow at him as she leaned back to give him an icy look. He laughed at the jealousy in her eyes, giving her another kiss.

“Relax, baby,” he cooed to her. “They’re my sister’s. She leaves a set of things here for when she comes to visit.” He hoped his explanation would remove any other ideas she had about why he had them.

“Hmm,” she murmured, tilting her head sassily. “I’ll pretend like I believe you.”