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Unless he saw her face.
I ran my fingers through her hair, ensuring it fell right where it needed to as I said, “Very good, sweetheart.” It was a voice I’d never used with her before, at least not outside of my dreams and fantasies.
She shivered in response, goose bumps pebbling down her arm in a manner I recognized. Mutual interest.
Because of the tone? Because of this club? I wasn’t sure. But it was an interest I wanted to explore, one that captivated me enough to almost forget her brother’s presence.
When I went into a scene, all my focus went to the sub.
And having her kneeling before me almost put me immediately in that place, my desire to see to her every need a calling I had to fight to ignore.
I ran my fingers through her hair again, my touch lingering near her jaw. “You can join me again on the couch, Adalyn,” I said as I caressed Jenica’s neck and then her shoulders before drifting back up to her hair.
Some Doms left their subs to kneel, the general air of dismissive dominance a turn-on for both parties.
But I preferred to pet my females—something Jax knew, as he’d observed it countless times before.
So I allowed my fingers to explore lightly, touching Jenica’s collarbone, her upper arm, her throat. I kept it gentle and coaxing, avoiding all the intimate areas on purpose. It was the sort of thing a man in my position would do to tease his intended conquest.
In this case, I meant it to be polite and to not cross a boundary.
However, the subtle hitch in Jenica’s breath had me acutely focused on her reactions. She liked this. I could see it in the way her body reacted to mine.
Fuck, even her nipples were hard.
They were pointy little invitations beneath her dress, begging to be explored.
And the skin above her neckline was flushed with arousal.
Or maybe embarrassment.
Perhaps a bit of both.
But she seemed to be leaning into my touch now, seeking my warmth and affection as though she needed it to remain calm.
I gave it to her, only barely aware of Adalyn returning to the couch beside me.
Jax took the chair adjacent to the couch, placing himself closer to Adalyn. He handed her a glass of water. “Can you give that to my friend, please?”
“Of course, Sir,” she said, passing it to me.
“Thank you.” He picked up the one for her. “This one is for you.”
“Thank you, Sir.” She sipped it eagerly, whether it was a result of wanting to please us or because she needed the refreshment, I wasn’t sure.
I pressed my palm to Jenica’s cheek over her hair, ensuring it hid the side of her face that Jax would be able to see from his angle, and brought the glass to her lips.
“Drink,” I said, tipping her head back enough with my hand to allow her to accept the command. Her eyes flashed up to mine as her throat worked, my hand keeping her profile hidden from her brother. A note of gratitude glimmered in her gaze, the look one I rather enjoyed.
Even though it was fucking wrong to do this with her while her brother sat only five feet away.
I should turn her head to reveal her presence.
But I couldn’t do it.
Some sick and twisted part of me actually liked the way this felt—forbidden and secret. It added a decadent layer to the scene that made me even harder.
Not a scene, I reminded myself.
