She didn’t wait for a reply, she sprinted to her bedroom.

In the bedroom she sank onto the edge of the mattress, legs shaking, and pressed her face into her hands. The scent of her own arousal clung to her fingers. The fantasy still pulsed behind her eyes—Jax’s voice, Jax’s hands, Jax’s cock stretching her open while she sobbed Daddy into the sheets. The guilt was crushing. The longing was worse. It sat heavy and wet between her legs, refusing to fade, growing sharper every time she replayed the way his gaze had dragged over her naked body like he was already claiming it.

She pulled on a robe with...