Page 15 of Mile High Heist

“What else?”

“Your stupid jawline.” Her fingers tugged on my tie as my eyes honed in on her silk neck scarf. Perfect.

“Jax,” she moaned. I undid the delicate knot around her throat. Her eyes widened when she understood my intentions. There was a flash of uncertainty, then curiosity, and finally, hunger.

Slowly, I dragged the silk scarf up her throat and over her mouth. Her lips parted obediently. I shoved the material between her teeth and pulled it taut, testing it.

Then I held her eye and snarled: “Bite down, princess.”

With a defiant fire in her eyes, she did.

5

OLIVIA

This had to be some kind of record.

Not even half an hour in the air and I was being gagged in the first-class bathroom. I wanted to revolt, fight back. I wanted to push him and punish him, and not just give in like I had before.

I wouldn’t be easy. I wouldn’t be another notch in his belt.

My body certainly didn’t get the memo.

His huge body bracketed mine, all heat, raw anger, and muscle. I was overwhelmed by him, my mind becoming quiet in that weird submissive way that only he could manage. That didn’t mean I was quiet. The gag was helpful but not enough to silence me completely. He tightened his grip on it, using it to wrench my face back.

Heat blazed through me at the roughness.

His other hand snaked down and hooked under my thighs, lifting me effortlessly onto the sink. His strength astounded me—despite my lithe form, I wasn’t light. His hand parted my knees. He stepped between them, reaching for the clasp of his dress pants.

Jax in a suit should be a crime.

I was sentenced to burn for the way it affected me. I was completely offline, a total bluescreen.

At least I had a similar effect on him.

His eyes raked over me, cataloging my uniform: the knee-length red skirt and white blouse, the matching red suit jacket that cinched beneath my bust. His teeth flashed, like it angered him. When he finally freed himself, his cock jutted out, looking just as angry, already glistening at the tip. A dribble of precum formed a bridge between his lower abs. I dipped my finger through it.

Like a beast unleashed, Jax ripped down my panties in one swift motion and tossed them in the sink behind me.

His grip tightened on the gag.

“Raw?” he asked, the word sounding gutted.

Gagged, I nodded.

He didn’t ask for anything else—no clarity, no forgiveness, no assurances. He held himself firmly at the base, swiping the leaking tip across my aching core.

He groaned at what he found. “So needy for me.”

“Shutup,” I mumbled around the fabric. My face flamed.

Jax’s eyes darkened. His fist tightened on the scarf, so it cut into my mouth at the same moment he breached me. The sharp intrusion was electric, zinging up my spine. He didn’t wait. He pushed all the way in, his jaw flexing as he swallowed his own groans.

God, he was huge. And hot. He burned me from within, already pulsing in a way that made me shiver in smugness.

I knew he wouldn’t last.

Something in my face must’ve tipped him off because he growled and snapped his hips forward. My throat clicked, the pleasure hot as it shot down my legs. But the pace was a bit awkward, the angle not quite right.