Page 39 of Heist in Paradise

She giggled at my reaction.

That wouldn’t fucking do.

Regaining control was easy. I gripped her hips and dragged her closer, so she had no choice but to cling to me. But her defiance was just as clingy to her—she was battling with herself, with her own desires and reactions—and I wanted her to lose.

Give in.

I gripped her chin and forced her to look at me. Then I dipped my head, prepared to seal that mouth shut once and for all—

“Jax!” A voice bellowed from the doorway.

Olivia flailed in panic, ripping her hand out so fast that I flinched at the potential castration. I knew it had to be important—Callum wasn’t a shouter—but I was also pissy at his interruption.

Meanwhile, Olivia was trying to disappear into herself, her cheeks rosy. I didn’t let her pull away completely as I glared over my shoulder at Callum in the doorway.

“What?” I barked.

Callum didn’t so much as balk at our position, and I knew that was a bad sign. “Chopper,” he said gravely. “We have company.”

OLIVIA

What was wrong with me?

I barely registered Callum’s words as Jax quickly retreated, extracting himself from my body with awkward, jerky movements. I watched him with wide eyes as he stuffed himself back into his black briefs, then buckled his belt. Disappointment crashed through me. My heart was pounding, adrenaline surging, core throbbing in a way that felt bad for my health. I was so wet, I was nearly sliding off the table like a puddle of needy goo. I’d been so close, not just to a surprising orgasm, but to a total sexual awakening.

I wasn’t a virgin, but damn, I had missed the mark somewhere. Sex was always good, except for those first few times, but those didn’t count. I was good at sex. I moaned at the right times, took my fair share of the work, and toed the line between sexy and demure that made Heath go nuts. It was never mindless, never boring.

But, god, it was never this.

Raw, dangerous, heady with sweat and a bit of terror, the risk of being caught, the wrongness of it being Salvadore’s dining room table. It was Jax and his huge body, his bracketing biceps and near-pained groans, his trembling restraint. It was my hatred of him, powerful and electrifying, making everything more intense.

My therapy bill was going to be huge.

“Come on,” Jax snapped, gripping my face and jolting me back to reality.

A reality that involved twenty to life in a Mexican prison if we were caught.

Fear surged through me. “Shit. What—what do we do!?” I scrambled to my feet, smoothing down my hair, trying to regain my bearings. My backpack was tucked beneath a chair. I grabbed it and slung it over my shoulder. I didn’t have my binder, and for a second I was relieved—I didn’t want to be caught with a backpack of evidence that could be used against me. Or a knife that could be classed as an aggravated burglary.

Was that why Madoc took it?

I shook my head, unable to split my focus with that infuriating green-eyed sadist. Jax grabbed my hand and led me into the foyer, where the unmistakable beat of helicopter blades filled the space.

“Scatter!” Jax barked at his crew. Like cockroaches, they split off in different directions, with Nate and Zola taking the stairs and Callum and Ryle disappearing into one of the many guest bedrooms. I couldn’t see Madoc, but I wasn’t worried. He probably enjoyed curling up in the drywall like a demented possum.

Jax dragged me up the stairs to the third floor.

“What are we doing?” I hissed when Jax eyeballed a few rooms and then dismissed them. He ignored my question and tugged harder on my hand when I tried to pull back. I felt like a lost little kid in a shopping mall, overwhelmed and directionless.

Finally, Jax stopped at a walk-in linen cupboard directly opposite Theodore’s office. He snapped open the door and shoved me inside. “Stay,” he commanded.

I gaped at him. “For how long?”

“Until I come back.”

“What if it’s Salvadore?” My voice cracked. For all my talk of murder, the idea of being anywhere near him made me tremble. Girls like me didn’t survive in prison.

Jax held my eyes, his face hardening. “I won’t let him near you.”