Page 10 of Puck It!

He leans down and presses his lips against mine before his tongue slides across my lips tasting himself, that he smeared all over them.

“You are fucking perfect.” Whispering against my lips. “Now let me take you home.”

“What about my car?”

“I’m driving your car.”

I lift a brow, “Uh, no; No one drives my car, sorry.”

“You’re joking right.”

“No, it’s a stick and I don’t want my clutch burnt out.”

He smiles before laughing his words “You don’t need to worry about that, I’m driving.”

I tilt my head with my questioning look. “You better know how to drive a stick.”

“Angel, I know how to handle a stick just fine.”

“Alright.” Saying that playfully, as his hand slides from my neck and I take a step back, “I need to change.”

He nods with his words, “If you think I’m leaving; I’m not.”

I roll my eyes, and go about my business, not really giving a shit what he sees, I just sucked his dick.

With my back turned to Jax, I unclasp my show bra, and let it fall from my shoulders, before I hang it back up and slide my top on, then work to my pants.

I look over my shoulder, whispering my question “Enjoying the view?”

His eyes snap up to mine, meeting my gaze and I swear I see fire blazing with a hungry desire in his eyes.

“Easy Angel, I wouldn’t want to scare you so soon.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask with a giggle to my voice.

“It means, if you keep playing around, I’m going to fucking bend you over that chair, and ruin that pussy.”

I bite my bottom lip with my smile.

“I told you to get out.”

“Fair, get dressed before my words come true.”

I slide my shorts on. Tucking my clothes in my bag, I slide it over my shoulder and I’m ready.

“You know I can get in a lot of trouble for having you in here.”

“Good, maybe they’ll fire you.”

“Jax, I’m serious, I really like being here.”

“I’m not talking about this anymore tonight, let’s go.” Opening the door, gesturing for me to walk in front of him, and I do, as he steps behind me, shutting the door behind him.

I walk out the back door to the back parking lot where I park, and Jax hooks his arm around my waist pulling me into his side “When did you start working here?” He asks.

“It’s been about a year, a little more.”

“Why?”

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