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“The way those guys had their hands on you.”

Kiss.

“And how many times I used to imagine that it was me instead.”

“You did?”

“Yes,” he groans. One of his hands slides to the back of my neck while the other goes to my ass.

“But Jackson Decker doesn’t dance,” I tease him as I press my body closer to his and our hips sway together in time to the music. He grinds his cock against my abdomen and warmth pools in my core.

“This isn’t dancing,” he growls and heat flushes over my chest and cheeks. His hand squeezes my ass as he holds onto the nape of my neck possessively with the other while he kisses my throat.

Damn! He’s right, this isn’t dancing. This is sex with your clothes on. Our hearts beat fast against each other’s chests, our breathing becoming more frantic as we move. I press my lips against his ear and sing the words to him and he groans in my ear, making me giggle. I gasp as he spins me around. He pulls my hair to one side so he can nuzzle my neck before his arms wrap around me again. He has one hand splayed across my stomach while the other travels south.

“Jax,” I pant as I reach back, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Lucia,” he breathes against my ear as pleasure skitters along my spine and all the way down to my toes.

Then his hand is beneath my dress, sliding up between my thighs until he reaches my panties. I groan loudly and push my ass back against his hard cock. When he tugs my underwear to the side a rush of wet heat floods my pussy. His fingers glide easily through my wet folds until he slides one inside me.

“So fucking wet,” he groans.

“Fuck!” I hiss as my walls clench around him and he lazily finger fucks me while we dance to the song as it plays on repeat.

When I’m close to the edge, he slides his fingers out of me and palms my pussy, making me groan loudly and grind my ass over his cock. “Please, Jax,” I beg him. “I need you.”

“I know, Angel,” he whispers. Then he undoes his belt and zipper with one hand while he holds onto me with his other, and all I can do is wait and pant as my body pulses with need. When he presses me against the wall a few seconds later, my legs tremble as he slides his cock deep inside me.

“Luce,” he groans. “Your pussy is my addiction. You know that?”

“I hope so,” I purr, “because I never want you to stop doing this.”

“I never will, Angel. Who do you belong to?”

“You, Jax,” I breathe as he drives deeper inside me, fucking me on the dance-floor as the song goes on playing around us. “Only you.”

Jax and Lucia got their happy ending, but if you’d like to read about the next chapter of their story, Fierce Obsession is available now

FIERCE OBSESSION

LA RUTHLESS: BOOK 4

PROLOGUE

JAX

My fingers fumble with the black silk as I stand in front of the mirror trying to fix my bow tie.

“Here, let me get that for you,” a deep laugh rumbles in my ear.

His eyes catch mine in the reflection. Damn, am I glad to see him. Turning around, I come face to face with my oldest and closest friend, and the man who’s about to become my father-in-law in less than twenty minutes time.

“I’ve never seen you looking so goddamn nervous, amigo,” Alejandro chuckles.

“Well, I’ve never been married before,” I remind him, twisting my neck as he fastens my tie.

“Keep still,” he orders.

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