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“Hmm….” He rubbed his chin, drawing attention to his beard.Santa Caterina!What I wouldn’t give to feel that between my legs again! “If I join you, I won’t fuck you. Understood?”

I caught the side of my lip between my teeth. “Oh, um, okay.”

Jaxon reached out and palmed my breast. “Not because I don’t want to, bella.”

My eyes fluttered closed at the contact.

“Because I don’t have a condom. Because…when I do, I want privacy.” His fingers tugged on the tight, aching nipple. “I want your screams. And I can’t have those with an audience just beyond the door. Understand?”

I nodded with enough force to nearly crack my neck.

“Keep touching,” he said roughly.

I opened my eyes at the shuffle of fabric. Jaxon stared at me with unguarded intensity as he gripped the hem of his shirt. In a flash, he shucked it over his head and dropped it on the floor.

I stared.

This man was a work of art. Chiseled. Carved.Lethal.He was fucking gorgeous. Every inch of him was cut from a cloth of masculine beauty. Abs like that belonged on a model. Those pecks were hard slabs of muscle. His shoulders and arms were sculpted.

And twin lines dipped in a V, peppered with dark blond hair leading south.

“I didn’t tell you to stop,” he growled.

My fingers feebly began to stroke again, but my focus was consumed with the ridiculously ripped body in front of me.

Jaxon popped the button on his pants. It was a slow, teasing wait to watch his pants shiver down his legs. The hard bulge strained against his boxers. My mouth watered in anticipation.

“Rub, Isabella.”

I tried.

I honestly did.

But it was a tease. Time ticked slowly by as he took off first one, then the other sock. Finally, he straightened. His hands went to his hips. Air caught in my lungs, and I forgot to exhale. He eased the boxers down. Lower.Lower.Until finally his monster cock sprang free.

I melted.

It was probably a very good thing we weren’t going all the way. I doubted that thing would fit.

Desire burned low in my belly as I stared at his equipment. While I had little faith that thing was compatible with my parts, the hunger in me screamed that it was worth a try.

Jaxon fisted his cock and pulled.

I gasped, pushing out and pulling in much-needed breath before I passed out.

“What’s going through that beautiful mind?” he coaxed, voice the texture of gravel.

My cheeks heated. I couldn’t meet his eyes.

“Isabella,” Jaxon reached to tip my chin up, forcing me to look at him, “talk to me.”

I blinked, stealing a second before I met his hard gaze.

“You’re…huge.”

My obvious observation was met with a short chuckle. “Does it please you, bella?”

My pussy convulsed at his rough question. “Oh, yes.”