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Jaxon’s gaze holds uncertainty. He studies me with a burning desire. Lust, and hunger. Reaching into the pocket of his suit, he retrieves the papers, as well as a pen.
He places them onto the table, and immediately, my attraction to him reaches its highest point. There’s no turning back now. I know that I want this. I know that I want him, and he has made it more than apparent that he wants me, too.
“All I have to do is sign?” I ask, slowly approaching him.
He nods. “Sign it, Sasha. Let’s make thisfinal. Shall we?”
Without taking another second to think this through, I’m grasping the pen, and signing my full name on the line.
The moment I truly understand what I’ve just done, I lift my head, and his jaw clenches tight.
“There. It’s final.”
CHAPTEREIGHT
Taking my hand, he leads me to the back door. I can’t even remember the last time I craved to feel a man’s touch. Until, now.
My body is longing to feel him inside me, to accept every inch he has to offer. My rules and regulations I’ve had for years as a hooker now cease to exist. They no longer matter.
All that matters, is how badly I need to feel something, anything.
I just want tofeelagain.
The lights in the dining room shine dimly, and I practically melt at my surroundings. The space around us is more spacious than conceivable, and beautifully decorated.
The moment I head toward a doorway, Mr. Edwards pulls me back to him.
“Not yet.”
He strides toward the large dining room table filled with expensive décor, and in one swift motion, he swipes it clean. Almost every item falls and breaks against the floor, glass shattering, silverware clinking.
Without warning, he pulls me close and lifts me effortlessly onto the edge of the table. Lifting my arms, he slips my dress over my head, and unclasps my bra. He cups my breasts, his thumbs lightly tracing my hardened nipples.
Arching my back, I softly moan.
“Remove them,” he orders, eying my panties.
“Okay.”
Sliding them down my legs, my body is now bare. Even though I’m used to being naked in front of men, I have never felt this exposed.
This vulnerable.
“Sir,” he corrects me, loosening his tie.
Watching him, keenly, how his fingers quickly undo the knot, I find myself lost in this moment. Paralyzed. When our gazes finally meet, his eyes are sharp.
Menacing.
“Yes,” I rush out, lips parted. “Yes, Sir.”
He pulls his tie loose through his collar, and places it beside my leg. “Good girl.”
Reaching out, I touch his shoulders, feeling the muscle beneath the fabric. Taking my time, tracing his biceps, I carefully guide the jacket of his suit down his arms. They’re firm, and his chest is like stone beneath my fingertips.
Grabbing my wrists, he moves my hands back down to my sides.
He unbuttons his long sleeve shirt, and undoes his cuffs one by one, until his upper body is bare. Andholy fuck, he’s beautiful.
