Page 48 of Puck It!

I snort, "Alright, I’ll go get ready."

I walk past him as he holds his hard playful gaze on me, before his flattened hand comes across my ass causing me to jump forward and squeeze my cheeks tight with my squeal, "Fuck Jax."

I rub my ass, because fuck that stung and he laughs before he leans down from behind, whispering against my ear, "I guess you should stop being so damn naughty and be a good girl."

I slam my ass back into his bulge, lifting my ass up, giving the pressure I want against his balls, "No thanks." And I walk away from him hearing his growl echo from the walls, I look over my shoulder back at him, "Well, are you coming or what?"

He shakes his head, "No."

I shrug, "Fine, I’ll take care of myself."

"You wouldn’t."

"Oh, I would" I run up the stairs hearing him chuckle below before I hear him coming up the stairs running "We don’t have time for this Angel, you’re going to get me into trouble before I even get started."

I look back over my shoulder before I turn, stepping into the bathroom backwards, "If I’m correct, you already knew this pussy was going to get you in trouble."

His hand reaches out, grabbing me by the throat, before he backs me against the wall, leaning down as his lips crash against mine.

His grip on my throat tightens as he lifts my chin, dragging my bottom lip between his teeth, leaving a sting as he pulls away, "You don’t know what you are doing to me right now, but we really don’t have time for this."

I smile, trying to hide my laugh, my words whisper out, "Fine, but after dinner."

He growls his words, "I’m going to devour that sweet pussy for dessert, and then fuck you so hard; you won’t be doing any tricks tomorrow."

I bite my lip, rolling it between my teeth.

"You have twenty minutes." His hand slides from my throat and he pulls himself away from me, holding his gaze on me, dropping it down my body, before meeting my eyes again, hearing his growl rumble in his throat, before he turns and leaves the bathroom, and a snort of a laugh comes out of me.

That’s right big boy, I’m fucking around and finding out how dark your desires are, I know mine. They were created by my dancing, and my dirty romance books.

Plus, he started it.

I take my shower, and I do rush, quick flip of my hair running the dryer over it, pamper the face, before I go decide what to wear.

I know Jax is mad about me hanging my silks, but I haven’t depended on anyone since my dad died, well besides little stuff with Dakota. I need time to get used to that. And I have hung my silks a million times.

I flip through my dresses I hung yesterday, grabbing the right one, a sleeveless black dress, that shines with a diamond sparkle, hangs low in the front of course revealing the ladies. Grabbing my matching heels, always a must, I’m too fucking short without them, and next to Jax who is seven feet tall, I look like a pea next to him.

Sitting on the bench to slide my feet into my heels, Jax comes into my vision, and I look up as I tie the leather around my ankle, "Well don’t you look sophisticated."

He chuckles holding his gaze on me as I stand, adjusting my dress.

"You look beautiful, Angel."

"Thank you" I get up on my tip toes and plant a kiss to his cheek, before I fall back on my heel, "Don’t worry, good girl switch is on."

He laughs his words, "Thank God."

I giggle my smile.

"Are you ready?" He asks and I nod.

We make our way downstairs, picking up Sully on our way out the door and we get into the truck.

I only went to a few of their after-game dinners before, but I always stayed out of this part, and this is different. This is a dinner welcoming them to the team, I’m a little nervous.

I ask the guys how their practice was today, and they tell me all about it. They both seem pumped, different too. I guess I can say, focused. I listen to them talk, and I enjoy it.

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