Good.
Jax strips down to her tunic. “Your punishment for trying to get me naked,” she purrs seductively, pulling her tunic over her head to reveal her perfect breasts and long, slender torso, “is that you have to watch me naked without touching me while we swap information.”
Jax hooks a finger under her undergarments, pulling them over her hips, down her thighs, and dropping them to pool at her feet.
Ronyn’s mouth goes dry, his cock already throbbing at the sight of her.
“This is so much worse than if you’d just stayed fully clothed,” he mutters.
But Jax smiles. “I know,” she admits, patting his chest condescendingly and sauntering to the edge of the bath, before slipping her legs over the edge and submerging herself.
“Fuck’s sake,” Ronyn complains.
The bath isn’t full enough to cover her completely—the gods would never be so kind. The bubbles part around her breasts, revealing them peaked and full, and she does nothing to help, slipping her long, lean legs from the water and hooking them over the edges.
Spread before him, with nothing but the milky water covering her center.
“Are you fucking joking, Jax? This is my punishment? I’d rather go back to the godsdamned Tannery dungeons,” he complains, unable to keep the strain from his voice.
“Be a good boy for me, and I might let you join,” she teases. But her voice hardens in a heartbeat. “Now, tell me what you learned.”
Ronyn drags his hand through his chestnut hair—doing whatever he can to keep a leash on his pulsing cock.This fucking woman.
But he laughs. “You’re so fucking evil, Jaxxy. Men would end worlds over you,” he drags his hands over his face, unable to look at her—a feast before him—without moving to her.
She trails her tongue over her lips, her face full with the promise of pleasure. “So would women, Ronyn.”
His eyes snap to hers. That was not what he was expecting her to say. “Holy fucking Stars,” he mutters, burying his head back in his hands. “You cannot speak of you with women while you’re spread before me like this and I’m still fully clothed.”
She giggles like she’s won. “I can, and I will. Women are exquisite lovers, Ronyn. Responsive, sensuous, know exactly how to angle their tongues for pleasure.” Her hands drift below the water. She lets out a blissful moan as she strokes herself. “And their mouths… so delicate.”
“Dear gods,” Ronyn begins praying, “give me the strength to admire from afar, I beg you. Please, bless me with good fortune and great riches for the restraint I am showing.”
Jax smiles. “I could snap that restraint in an instant, Ronyn.”
He knows. Gods, he knows.
“Can I at least touch myself?” he begs.
“No. Information. Try to stay focused, or that little dragon,” she points at his crotch, “will be flying solo tonight.”
“Fine,” he grits out. “Information.”
He sucks in a long breath, like he’s preparing to dive underwater. And then he speaks, fast and frenzied. “Thalmyr orders weapons from here. Never collects the full order. Pays, leaves without the rest. I’ve never seen the Royal Guard withVyrhalian weapons. So he’s coming for something else. Order is due in three days.”
He sucks in a breath like he’s coming up for air.
He sits on the chaise, decidedly trying not to make eye contact with Jax, sucking in ragged pants. “Your turn. Go,” he commands, rushing the process.
Because if he has to wait much longer… well, he just can’t.
Jax takes great pleasure in his discomfort. Like all of this is a game to her—because it is.
And Ronyn is stupid—he lets his eyes flutter open and find her form. She drags a tempting finger down her neck. Through the valley between her breasts. Down her stomach. Until it disappears beneath the water, gliding toward the apex of her thighs again.
Oh gods.
Ronyn returns his head to his hands, squeezing his eyes tightly. “Information, Jax,” he commands, but he knows he has no control.
