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His mouth was firm, and with every confident drag of his lips against mine, I could feel the moisture start to pull between my legs. Jax was an incredible kisser. He had a way of making me forget everything.

Where we were.

What my name was.

“Beautiful,” he muttered against my lips, and I moaned. I loved how sweet his words sounded in the deep timbre of his voice. His mouth traveled to the edge of my lips down to my jaw, and when he touched my neck, my knees wobbled.

I managed not to fall or melt into a puddle at his feet. I couldn’t. Not when Jax was holding me against him like he needed me as close as possible.

“Jax,” I whimpered as his scruff touched a sensitive patch of skin where my shoulder and neck met.

“Love that little sound,” he groaned, and my breath hitched. “You make that sound in your sleep,” he growled. My skinturned to gooseflesh while my thighs pressed together to find some sort of relief.

“I do?” I asked, half aware of the conversation but mostly focused on how good his mouth felt. The way his tongue swiped at my skin and the deep visceral sounds he made.

“Yes. They drive me crazy.” I shivered and felt him smile against my flesh. I loved the feeling. I was quickly getting drunk off his kiss when he sent me over the edge with his confession. “Do you have any idea how many times I’ve thought about doing just this? Kissing your neck. Tasting you. Biting your flesh." His teeth scraped my skin, and I trembled. “Marking you.”

“Jax,” I panted. I wanted that. I wanted his mark and mouth, his hands, and from what I could feel, his very impressive very thick cock.

“Tell me to stop,” he grated.

“We don’t have to.” I pulled away to be able to look up at him. I was more than ready to tell him I never wanted to stop, that I wanted everything he could offer.

That I needed him.

But I didn’t get the chance when his phone rang again. We were breathing heavily while we stared at one another.

“You should…” I licked my lips. “You should get that,” I whispered, and he grunted. But we didn’t move. The phone kept ringing, and then mine started.

“Might be important,” I whispered. I didn’t want him to answer the phone. I wanted to make the make-believe honeymoon a reality.

“Fuck,” he cursed. “Okay.” He stepped back, and I immediately missed our closeness.

He reached for his phone, and I forced myself to go look for mine. When I found it, I answered. It was my mom calling to check in. They had met Jax and liked him. They were shocked about our marriage, but my parents and I had always had a greatrelationship. They trusted in my judgment and decisions, always letting me know that no matter what, I could always go to them for anything. After hanging up, I found Jax staring at the pool. He smiled and walked right over to me.

“It was Liam.” The writer. “He had some questions and wanted it to be a group chat with the guys.”

“Talk about bad timing,” I pouted, and he chuckled. The sight and sound left me almost mesmerized.

Jax was ruggedly handsome, but when he laughed or smiled, it hinted at another side of him. One I had a feeling he hardly shared with anyone but me. His hands moved and cupped my face.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his gaze studying my face.

“Right now?”

“About the kiss, baby. I came on a little strong and—" My fingers rose and rested on his lips.

“I know you think I’m some kind of innocent wallflower, but I’m not,” I quietly shared. “I’ve worked at my share of clubs and bars. I’ve danced in go-go cages, Jax.” His brows bunched. “I did what I needed to do to pay for what my school loans didn’t cover and, well, to pay for the school loans after I graduated.”

“Dani—"

“All I’m saying is, I’m not a virgin, Jax. And honestly? If the phone hadn’t rung, we wouldn’t be standing here. In a perfect world, we would be in the bedroom, maybe a little horizontal and very sweaty,” I shared boldly.

“Fuck,” he cursed, dipping his head down to rest his forehead against mine. “You’re killing me, baby girl.”

“There is nothing keeping us from picking up where we left off, hubby,” I said, trying out the nickname for the first time, and I liked it.

“Hubby, huh?” His chest rose and fell while his body tightened. My eyes dipped down, and it almost seemed like everymuscle tensed and bulged. “I fucking love the sound of that, wife.” I smiled and rose on the tips of my toes to kiss him softly. I couldn’t help it.

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