Page 87 of Assassin

“It absolutely is.”

She looked surprised, so Jax explained.

“I’m dying to know if you have panties on under those really tight pants. I can’t see lines, and it’s boggling my mind.”

She stared at him.

It was clear she expected something else, and he’d caught her off guard.

God.

He loved keeping her on her toes.

“Well?” he asked.

She blinked.

“Well, what?” she asked.

Jax gave her that lecherous grin, and went there because he was a man—trapped in a building with a hot woman.

He wasn’t insane.

“Are you going commando? If you are, I’m telling you right now, I’m having my wicked way with you.”

She stared.

“We should…”

He stopped her.

“We should get naked, have some fun, and not stress. Do you trust Greyson and Dimitri?”

“Well, half of that equation, yes.”

“Okay, let me rephrase. Do you trust Greyson and Heath?” he asked.

“Da.”

“Well, then, sexy Russian woman, come over here, and let me take your mind off of what’s going on outside this house.”

“Now?” she asked.

He pointed at his dick.

He was erect and hard.

“You shouldn’t have worn those pants. I’m blaming you for my reaction. Your ass…God. It’s spectacular. I could admire it all day. Wait. I do.”

His words made her blush. This man always made her feel priceless and wanted.

That was new for her.

Oh, and greatly appreciated.

“Have any time for me and my erection?”

She moved toward him.

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