Page 65 of The Jaded Notes

“I haven’t made the time.”

I face her. “Livianna, I’m sending someone to repair it tonight.”

Her face bunches up. “Why? I’m not even there.”

“I won’t have you in a dangerous home. If the door is malfunctioning, something terrible could happen.”

“Jax…” She suppresses a smile. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re worrying about me.”

My stomach hardens. “There’s nothing wrong with wanting you to be safe.”

“I never said that.” She shifts as if she’s about to move away. “I think that’s very sweet of you.”

She hikes her mid-thigh red dress up and straddles me.

I tense. “Just what do you think you’re doing?”

“Showing you my appreciation.” She cups her palm against my cheek and presses her lips to mine.

I want to resist and take control, but the way she’s grinding against my cock has me lost in her like I’m being pulled under a current I can’t fight.

There’s something wild yet calming about it. And after witnessing her at Elite-Sinsations, I’ve wanted nothing more than to feel her doing exactly what she is.

She whimpers into my mouth, and I respond with a groan. I take her ass in my grip and rock her against my growing erection.

Fuck, I want her so much.

Her body shifts on top of mine, and her thighs grip tighter with purpose. This isn’t the same girl who ran out of the restaurant shaking.

No, this is Livianna in her true form, somewhere between ache and rebellion, between the girl who pleads and the woman who takes.

She pulls away slightly and moves her lips to my jaw. “Still think I’m the one who needs taming?”

I squeeze her hips. “I think you’re playing with fire.”

“That sounds like fun.” Her voice thrums against my throat. “Maybe I’ll be the one who’s going to strike the match.”

Fuck.

There’s something about the way she rotates on top of me like she’s testing how far I’ll let her go before I snap. It’s like she’s hoping I will.

Her dress slips higher as her hips circle, brushing the evidence of what she’s doing to me with each pass. I’m not even sure if she’s unaware of the effect she’s having or if she’s engineering it on purpose, but either way, it’s working.

“Tell me to stop.” She sucks on my lower lip. “And I will.”

I don’t say a word. Instead, I groan like a teenager who’s having his first lesson with a very experienced woman.

Damn this to hell.

Because this girl, the one who trembles but is still bold enough to straddle me in the back of a chauffeured car like we’re not minutes away from tearing this world apart, is the only chaos I’ve ever wanted to lose myself in.

I lean forward, my mouth grazing the column of her neck, and whisper, “You think this is how you win, don’t you?”

“Isn’t it?”

“No.” I drag my lips to her ear. “You winning would mean you’re taking something from me.”

“Are you saying I’m not?”