The Dirty Series 1(38)

“Read for a living.”

“Yes. Read for a living.”

That same evening, the salt from the popcorn still on my tongue, Jax’s phone buzzed in his pocket.

“Hello?”

He hesitated, not wanting to move away from me, but after a minute it was clear that whatever it was would take more of his attention.

“No,” he said as he padded out of the room, leaving me to watch the fifth movie of the day solo. “No, absolutely not. Have all five of them conference in. Three minutes.”

And yesterday in bed…

Damn.

He took off my clothing with such infinite care that by the end I was trembling with anticipation. I threw my naked body at him, biting his lower lip, tasting his tongue, rubbing up against his cock straining against his pants.

“You’re so hot for me,” he murmured into my ear.

“Yes,” I gasped.

He made a tsking sound with his tongue. “Hasn’t anyone ever taught you self-control?”

The past year has taught me self-control more than most other experiences in my life.

But this is a game that I so want to play with Jax…and I have a feeling he’s going to take it to a new level.

“No,” I whispered into his ear as he slid a hand between my legs, pushing them apart and running a finger through the wetness there.

“No?” he repeated, a hint of a warning in his voice.

We weren’t in the office, but I caught on instantly. “No, Mr. Hunter.” I rested my head against his shoulder while he stroked me, sending pulsations of heat through my body.

“On the bed, on your back,” he commanded, his voice quiet, and I fell back onto the brand new comforter. The mattress bowed a few moments later as, clothes discarded on the floor next to the bed, Jax climbed into bed next to me.

He planted hot kisses from my shoulder to my wrist on each arm, then he raised my arms above my head, pinning my hands against the headboard.

“Keep them here.” His soft voice was laced with steel.

I kept my hands planted firmly against the headboard as he licked and nibbled at my neck, dragged his tongue into the dip of my collarbone, took each of my nipples in turn into his mouth, then brought his head down between my legs until I thought I would die from the intensity of the pleasure. Measured. So slow it nearly drove me insane. So when he climbed up and centered himself between my legs and pressed his cock into me inch by inch my nerves were on fire and I felt every curve of him, every vein of his thickness against my walls, filling me, fucking me, getting me closer and closer to the edge until I careen over in a burst of light and heat…



I’m still thinking about his passionate lovemaking this morning, even while I’m about to disobey him.

The fact of the matter is, though, that no matter what we do in the bedroom, I’m a goddamn independent woman. I can’t deny that I needed someone to take care of me the past few days, and Jax has been incredible.

But it’s time to go back to work.

My muscles still feel fatigued, so I don’t even entertain the notion of working out with Carl. I just get up early, when I know Jax is with his trainer—I wonder who’s meeting him at this hour of the morning—dress as meticulously as always, and head out the door.

At the office Sandra barely acknowledges that I was gone, although a frazzled redhead named Allison from the editorial department sees me as her personal savior when I arrive and send her back to her regular job.

It’s not until 5:00 that I realize sneaking out so early without telling Jax is going to come with a price.

It’s on my calendar, so I show up for our daily meeting without a second thought—that’s how thoroughly I slip back into work mode, despite the fact that I move a little slower at the moment.

The moment I see his eyes, I see the depth of his fury.

Three steps into the office, and I stop dead, his face a mask of anger. He’s by me in a flash, locking the doors behind us, and then he takes my arm in his hand and walks me roughly over to the desk.

“Bend over.”

A flush of heat runs through me all the way to my fingertips, and the energy that spikes through my core is molten lust.

“Yes, Mr. Hunter,” I say and bend over, exactly how he showed me during our second meeting.

He shoves my skirt up and yanks down my panties, his hand hard against the small of my back, and that’s when I do it: I spread my legs wider.

Jax hesitates.

Leans down.

He whispers, “You knew I didn’t want you to come to work.”

“I came anyway.”

“It’s not safe, Catherine. Your health isn’t—”

“Are you going to punish me for it?”

My breath is ragged in my throat. A pause.