Page 32 of Under the Table


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“I had plans,” Jax groaned as they rocked again. “To torture you all night long.”

Feb drew back enough to meet their lust-clouded gaze. “Aren’t you glad I sent you home to sleep last night?”

More laughter, and a smack to the thigh for the sass. “You’ll pay for that.”

“I hope so.”

“Before I haul you up and make us both come, you tested recently?”

“Negative.”

“Negative,” they echoed. “Let’s get one in the books, then.” They smirked. “I owe the three-star chef at least three orgasms tonight.”

“Seems fa—” Feb’s cheeky reply was cut off by another flurry of Jax’s precise movements. Lifting Feb up like they’d promised, shifting them, then angling their bodies together where they were both aching for friction.

Jax’s usually precise words weren’t so exact after that. Neither were Feb’s. Moans littered with curses as they rocked and shifted, rubbed together, until Feb couldn’t hold out any longer. “Jax, please,” she keened.

“Let go, Feb,” they said, tangling their fingers together. “Let go with me.”

As her orgasm washed over her, as Jax gathered her into their arms after, Feb thought countless might not be nearly enough.

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