Her hands shook as she loosened the belt. The robe fell open. Cool air hit her breasts, her stomach, the soaked folds between her legs. She was still standing over him. He was still looking up at her like he was memorizing every detail.

She slid two fingers through her slit. The wet sound was filthy in the quiet kitchen. Her clit was swollen, hypersensitive. The first slow circle made her hips jerk.

“That’s it,” Jax murmured. His voice was low and dark and exactly the way it had been in her fantasy. “Nice and slow. Spread yourself open so I can see how pink and shiny you are for...