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Liliana

“Do It For Me” by Rosenfeld

Imake my way out of our room and down the hallway, wrapping my arms around myself as I get closer and closer to the kitchen.

The shower was nice, helping my stressed muscles relax a little.

Being here at the lakehouse brings me a peace I can’t fully explain in words. I feel safer here, away from the city, out in the middle of nowhere.

I stop at the kitchen doorway and lean against it, watching Jax as he moves around the kitchen.

The only thing he is wearing is a pair of his boxers, currently, I have taken his shirt.

His back flexes as he opens the fridge and grabs the juice and eggs, he steps them both on the counter and turns towards the oven, checking the pan.

Of course, he can cook, so I am not surprised, is there anything this man can’t do?

I push off of the doorframe and make my way to the island taking a seat, I lean forward watching his muscles flex again as he breaks the shell and puts the eggs into the pan, the room starts to fill with the smell of eggs and coffee.

“Did you sleep well, Darlin” Jax asks softly, he is always worried about me.

I would be lying if I said it didn’t still catch me off guard. I have spent all of my life on my own, trying to be whatever my mother wanted me to be, but I never lived up to what she wanted. She was there with me, but I still felt alone, like no one loved me for me. She has always loved the idea of what she could turn me into.

Jax is different. He has accepted me for who I am and hasn’t tried to change me into someone I am not.

“Yes,” I respond softly, the memories of last night flooding into my head, the handcuffs, the breath play, the eye roll in the back of my head feeling as he filled me with his cock.

My gosh, I feel the wetness between my legs increase as I try and focus on the here and now.

“Good, I have a surprise for you today,” He confesses, snapping me out of my head.

“A surprise?” I ask; of course, he has something up his sleeve; he always does.

“Yes, but first, you need to eat,” he says as he turns and walks over to the island, setting a fresh cup of coffee in front of me. He leans in and gently connects his lips to mine, but just as quickly, he pulls back and looks at me.

“More,” I beg him.

A smile forms across his lips as he shakes his head.

“We are going for a ride today,” He says calmly.

“Oh yeah,” I ask with amusement. There is something about Jax on his bike that turns me on, the way he rides, the way he places his hand on my leg, and the way he makes sure I am holding tightly onto him.

Everything about him screams taboo, which, honestly, makes me want our relationship even more. I don't want a normal relationship, I am not normal. My head is not normal. And from what we did last night, he isn't either. He can make my body sing with one look and one touch, and I am his all over again.

“To the waterfall, it is my favorite spot and the whole reason why I bought this property.”

“Sounds magical.”

“It is, and now it can be our spot.”

“I like the sound of that.”

He turns and makes his way back to the stove, flipping and moving around the eggs. Then he turns and places the food on the two plates he has laid out.

He is very organized and seems to have a routine for everything in his life, except for me.

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