Heat crawled up my neck.“Sex with him is the last thing I want.My goal is to get through this terrible week and forget he ever existed.”
“I mean, he could help you with that orgasm thing,” she added with a smirk.
Sex with Jaxon, I thought with a huff.Not happening.
But as if the word sparked something, and visions of him towering over me, stark naked, eyes dark with desire, corrupted my mind.Him on top of me, him taking me from behind, him—
“No.”I gave her a pointed look.
“You're the one who's been faking orgasms and giving that ex of yours an ego the size of Mars.”
“Faking it was better than the alternative.I'm not the easiest person in bed, trust me.Now I prefer my battery-operated friends to the disappointing company of men.”
“Which is why Jaxon would be perfect for the job,” she said, smirking.“Fake relationship means no feelings and no strings attached, right?Good sex served on a platter.”
I scoffed.“I doubt he'd do better than me and my vibrator.He won't make me finish, then we'd have an even more awkward week.Trust me, I'd rather have the vibrator between my thighs—at least I know what I'm getting with that.”
“Is that right?”
My body froze.
His whisper caressed my neck as he leaned in, brushing his lips to the shell of my ear.Jaxon's arm slithered around my waist and dragged me into his chest—and the bulge now pressed against my lower back.
“I think I'm gonna get a drink!”Nerissa shouted over the music.
I gaped at her, not missing the wink she gave me before she weaved her way through the crowd.
That little—
“You keep living up to your nickname, trouble.”
I spun around to face him, the music throbbing between us, loud and relentless.
“I don't know what you're talking about.”
“Uh-huh.”He smirked, his fingers rubbing my lower back.It was a simple touch that should've meant nothing, but I had to grit my teeth so I didn't arch into him.He leaned in, his face inches from mine, as he added, “But just for the record, I don't stop until my woman is fully satisfied.”
Oh, kill me now.
Warmth spread through me like wildfire and I tore my gaze away from him in utter embarrassment.His deep chuckle did nothing to stop the clenching of my thighs.I can't want him.I shouldn't.
“Enjoying yourself?”he asked, voice low and dangerous as he swayed us to the next song.
There was this twinkle in his eyes as he stared down at me, clearly amused at the effect he had on me.I lifted my chin, summoning every ounce of composure I owned, and put a hand to his chest.
“You weren’t supposed to hear that,” I said coolly.
His mouth tipped into a slow smile.“And yet, here we are.”
I tried to step back but his arm tightened slightly.
“Dance with me.”
I deadpanned, “I'd rather walk on hot coals.”
“Well, that's not very loving, trouble.Can't a man dance with his woman?”Those lips curled into a smirk.“We have a reputation to keep up after all.”
My glare probably suggested that he dig himself a six-foot-deep hole.That must’ve been why that ridiculous smirk widened.
