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After placing several gentle kisses along my collarbone, Jaxon rolled to the side and I lay looking up at the ceiling feeling thoroughly satisfied. My whole body felt like it had electricity running through it; charged with the aftershock.

I could hear Jaxon disposing of the condom before he turned back towards me, pulling my body against his, and spooning me. He then trailed a finger across my bared breasts and kissed my damp shoulder.

“How do you feel? OK?” Jaxon whispered as I snuggled back against him.

“More than OK?” I responded on an exhale; my voice deep from my arousal.

“Did I hurt you?”

Turning my head, I looked him in the eye, “A little, but I liked it.”

Jaxon grinned fully at that one and I relaxed my head back onto the pillow. We hadn’t even gotten under the duvet; we were both just laid on the top. It made the situation feel even naughtier.

“So, you like the rough stuff?” Jaxon stated, sounding very pleased by that revelation.

I chuckled before admitting. “Abso-fucking-lutely.”

“Good to know. You haven’t seen anything yet,” he promised as he nibbled my ear with his teeth.

We must have laid there together for another twenty minutes or so before the music downstairs became louder.

“Sounds like things are kicking off without us,” Jaxon huffed as he gathered his clothes from the floor and started to dress. “We should probably go down. Are you sure you are, OK? You can stay here if you’d prefer?”

I pushed myself up onto my elbows, still totally naked on his bed. “No, I’m fine. I’ll freshen up and see you downstairs in ten. Deal?”

“Deal.”

We then stared into each other's eyes for a few beats longer before he left the room with a soft click of the bedroom door. What we had just shared had been amazing and even though he hadn’t said anything, Jaxon must have had feelings for me. The whole experience was overwhelming and I was helpless to rationalise it.

As I lay naked in Jaxon Savage’s bed, I felt slightly drugged and way too relaxed.

When I finally went downstairs, a few people had already left and the others were politely being told to.

I offered Melody my bed, saying we could share, but Jaxon overheard and said that she could have it to herself. His blatant message that I would be sharing his bed was now out there and he made no apology for that.

I must admit, I couldn’t wait for the rest of the guests to leave, Christian being one of the last to go. He looked between Jaxon and me with a knowing look before he left to meet his taxi.

It was early in the morning, and I walked up the stairs which he had carried my unwilling body earlier holding Jaxon’s hand, exhausted and sexually sated and so looking forward to that possibility of a repeat performance or two.

And that is exactly what happened.

At that point in my life, I didn’t think things could get any better.

*****

I woke up on Sunday morning in Jaxon’s arms. At first, I felt disorientated until he snuggled against me.

“So where do we go from here? Do we chalk it up to another moment of madness and forget about it or carry on as normal? Minus you being a shit to me of course,” I mocked as I turned to face Jaxon in bed.

“Is that what you want?” he replied, still looking sinfully sexy even with his sleepy face. I had to take back my comment to Melody about Jaxon probably being a shit cuddler; he was amazing at it, his hardness enveloping my softness like a glove.

“What? For you to not be a shit to me? Of course, that’s what I want.”

He rolled his eyes. “No, I meant forgetting about it?”

Pursing my lips, I carefully construed my reply. “No. But then I don’t want to be sneaking around either.”

Jaxon lifted his arm and ran his fingers down over one of my flushed cheeks. “Why not? Sneaking is fun,” he grinned cheekily.

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