Page 57 of His Secret Obsession
Then the bastard smirks, widening his stance and resting his hand on the belt of his uniform. The challenging arch of his eyebrows tells me that he knows exactly how jealous I am, and he’s pleased as punch about it. It makes me want to leap across the space between us and throttle him.
“Sorry, ma’am, but I have someone back home who wouldn’t much like that.”
She frowns. “Such a damn shame. The good ones are always taken.” She nods to herself and hikes her purse a little higher onto her shoulder. “Well, if that were to change, you know how to find me.” She gives him a playful wink, her heels clacking on the concrete floor as she sashays to her car. Then she gets into an obnoxiously red BMW and drives off.
I turn to Jax, giving him an unimpressed look.
He saunters up to me wearing a shit-eating grin. I scowl at him, but his grin only widens. I know I have no reason to be upset, none at all. Whatever this thing is that we’re doing, I have no real claim on him. We’re not going to ride off into some monogamous sunset together. And it’s not like he gave her the time of day anyway. So why does my stomach feel like it’s full of something hot and sticky?
“Something wrong, Maddie? You look a little tense.” His eyes dance with mirth.
I want to grab onto his stupid shirt and kiss his stupid lips until I’ve chased away thoughts of anyone but me. I want to wipe that amusement off his face. But there are too many prying eyes on us, the weight of lingering gazes heavy on my back.
But then an idea occurs to me. A wicked, wicked idea that makes my lips curl into a grin.
Cruel, yes. But so satisfying.
“Your office, Jax. Now.”
“It’s so fucking sexy when you get jealous like that,” Jax’s raspy voice rumbles into my ear a few minutes later, my back thudding against the closed door. He captures my lips in a rough kiss, his hand cupping the back of my neck. His thumb brushes over my pulse point, prickling my skin with goosebumps.
“Yeah, you think it’s sexy?” I hum into his mouth, my tongue darting out to flick his bottom lip. He groans, pressing his hips against the cradle of my thighs. I can feel his cock hardening through the thick material of his work uniform, liquid heat pooling in my stomach. Grinding against him, my hips move of their own accord.
“Fuck yeah.”
“You’re not the only one who’s possessive,” I warn him, my grin turning feral. I nip at his bottom lip, feeling satisfied at his sharp hiss. My palms rest over his pecs, my fingers brushing over his nipples before sliding down his broad chest. I marvel at the feel of tight muscles, not stopping until I reach his belt buckle. The metal clinks against the buttons of his pants as I quickly pull his zipper down. Jax’s darkened eyes meet mine, his pupils dilated and drowning in his lust while his chest heaves up and down.
“Wanna see how possessive I can be?” I purr.
He sucks in a breath, his nostrils flaring. “Show me, baby.”
“Just remember that you asked for this.”
Planting my hands onto both of his shoulders, I give him a rough push backwards. Then I push him again, guiding him to the couch on the far right side of the room. Surprise flickersacross his face, his arms flailing as he stumbles back. His ass finally connects with the couch.
“Damn, it’s going to be like that?” He gives me a heated expression, one hand cupping his erection.
Placing my legs on either side of his thighs, I climb onto his lap. A thrilling sense of power courses through my blood as I push him flat onto his back, grasp both of his wrists, and pin them above his head. Shock flares across his face. My grip on him is firm, but I’m well aware of Jax’s strength. He can break out of my hold anytime he wants to, and it sends a wave of elation through me that he trusts me enough to play along.
That he’s willing to yield some of his iron-willed control to me.
Leaning down, I slant my lips over his and kiss him. My hips buck and grind, the friction between our clothed bodies feeling good. His hips arch up, meeting mine as he groans into my mouth.
“Keep your hands to yourself,” I order breathlessly. His forehead wrinkles, and he opens his mouth, but I don’t give him a chance to protest. “I want to have some fun. Touch me, and this ends.”
A low moan rattles from his throat.
I gently suck on his bottom lip before releasing his wrists, sitting back while I arch an eyebrow. My pulse is a fluttering mess in my throat, anxious to see how he will react. He could take the power back if he wanted to. It would be so easy for him to grab my hips and flip me onto my back. He stares at me for a long moment, his breathing ragged as his eyes slide down my body.
The corner of his lips pulls into a sexy smirk that has my stomach flipping. He jerks his chin towards me.
“Let’s see what you got, beautiful.”
I smile back, my fingers reaching for the hem of my shirt and pulling it over my head. My bra quickly follows, leaving me barechested. My nipples harden as the cool air caresses my skin. Jax bites down on his bottom lip with a pained groan. Above him, his fingers clench together.
“Lean down, baby. I want to taste them.”
Ignoring him, I scoot off the couch and begin shedding the rest of my clothes. My shoes, leggings, and panties flutter to the floor as I pull them off. He drinks me in, his pupils blown wide open as I climb back onto him. I give him a wicked smirk, earning me a frustrated growl.
