Page 47 of His Secret Obsession
“The threat has been dispatched, and the building is now clear. You may return to your tables!”
I’m going to pour soy sauce into his coffee when he’s not looking, I decide. Maybe I’ll pants him the next time he’s in the grocery store. Or—
“Maddison, is everything okay? What’s going on?” My date startles me out of my diabolical plans, and my head snaps up.
“Oh, I uh…” I swallow, my mouth dry as something that feels like guilt settles over my chest. My feet shift as I think of something to say and ignore the way Jax scowls at me. I was supposed to be on a date, not getting off in the bathroom with someone else.
God, that’s so…not classy.What’s the opposite of classy?Whatever it is, that’s me.
“She’s coming home with me.” Jax looks completely nonplussed, his firm voice brokering no arguments. One of the uniformed men coughs.
“What?” my date asks, his forehead wrinkling as his eyes dart between me and Jax.
Jax throws an arm around my waist and pulls me against his side. “She’s mine. You’ll have to find someone else.”
I suck in a breath, my heart stumbling even as I jab an elbow into his side.
Mine.I like the possessive rumble in his voice a little too much. But he doesn’t mean it, and it’s dangerous—so dangerous—to think that he does.
My date opens his mouth, looking like he wants to protest but only managing to sputter something inaudible. One of the uniformed men, an older man with a brown beard speckled ingray, claps Jax on the shoulder. I hear him whisper something in his ear about taking the rest of the night off before he strolls over to my date. He throws his arm around his shoulders, turns him away from us, and begins walking him back towards the restaurant.
“Sorry, buddy, that’s just how...” The rest of his sentence escapes me as they move further away.
The diners begin slowly making their way back inside while the uniform men pile inside the truck. I spin towards Jax, but I don’t get the chance to ream him out yet.
“Get in the car. We’re going home.”
His hand gently grasps my elbow, leading me towards my vehicle. He opens the passenger door for me, and I don’t hesitate to climb inside. His shoulders brush against my chest as he leans over to buckle my seatbelt. Then he quickly walks around the car and drops into the driver’s seat. After making a few adjustments to the seat, he buckles himself in. He side-eyes me, and his wicked smirk makes my body vibrate with awareness.
“I owe you a few more orgasms.” His husky voice sends a tingle of awareness through me.
Logically, I know we have a lot to discuss. Actually, that’s an understatement. But his heated eyes promise to take care of me tonight. And for once, I want to let loose and just do what feels good. Jax’s hand settles on my thigh, the warmth of its weight comforting as his thumb rubs soothing circles. It calms the uncertainty in my mind, that tiny thread of a whisper saying this can only end in heartache.
Tomorrow. We can talk tomorrow.
It’s the last thing I want to do tonight.
Jax
“That hot little mouth feels so good.”
A low moan escapes my throat, my eyes nearly crossing as the wet heat of Maddie’s mouth envelopes the head of my cock. Her tongue makes a gliding sweep over the slit as she swipes up the precum leaking out of my tip. Half of my cock disappears into her mouth, her lips wrapping around the shaft. She begins sucking, and my head thuds against the closed door of my bedroom behind me.
Goddamn, this feels unreal.
The sound of wet slurping makes me want to go feral and rut into her mouth with abandon. She moans around my cock as her head bobs up and down, another hand gently playing with my balls. The lights are off, but I can still see the features of her face through the beam of moonlight in the window blinds. Her lust-filled eyes are half-lidded, and seeing how much she enjoys this makes me want to worship her in return.
Because this isn’t just any girl sucking my cock like she’s greedy for my cum, it’s Maddison Raddix.
My Maddie.
What we are doing is so reckless, but I can’t bring myself to care. I hadn’t gone into that restaurant with the intention of starting some kind of casual fling, as if my feelings for this woman have ever been anything remotely resembling casual. I’m not really sure what my intentions were, but I meant what I said. I could never regret her.
I release a half-strangled groan when her tongue hits a particularly sensitive spot. Staring down at her, I’m so transfixed by the sight of her on her knees with her mouth stretched around me that it’s physically impossible to look away. I thread my fingers through her hair, gently wrapping the strands around my fist. An exquisite heat builds in my groin as my cockhead hits the back of her throat. Her eyes water and a light dribble of spit trickles from the corner of her mouth, but she doesn’t relent. I feel the tell-tale signs of an impending orgasm when the building pressure makes my balls tighten.
“Ugh. Feels so good.”
I take a deep breath through my nose and exhale slowly, my thumb swiping a stray tear from her cheek. I wait until I’m teetering on the edge of my release before pulling away from her. She releases me with a wet pop, filling her lungs with a ragged breath before shooting me a pouty look. I huff out a breathless chuckle and shake my head.
