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He was desperate to feel.

Jax had one mission, and it was to distract his woman. So, he moved back into position above her.

He loved watching her lost in that pleasure. Her dark tresses cascaded over the bedding, and he craved the scent.

Aly smelled like roses and sin.

Oh, and he loved to sin.

As his body was braced above hers, she finally opened her eyes and saw him waiting patiently for her. The orgasm had been just what the woman needed.

Now, she was thinking more about him, and less about how dangerous it was to be this close to Alexsandr.

“Well, welcome back,” he teased.

Because she needed to, Aly ran her fingers across his face. The rough scruff of his cheek sent shivers across her body.

He was so damn sexy.

Maybe too sexy for his own good.

This man…he’d caught her, and she only hoped plan B didn’t come into play, or she was going to be a mess.

And not the sexy kind he liked.

“It was a delightful tumble. I feel less stressed,” she said, as he smiled at her. “Now, really make me forget.”

He grinned.

Oh, well, sign him up.

“Ask and you shall receive, gorgeous lady. Let me get you off some more.”

Alyona was more than ready.

She was desperate.

“Hell, yeah. Bring it on,” she said. “I always want you, Jax. It’s time to help you relax now too. Before we fuck, let me take the edge off.”

Oh, he wanted that.

Now.

Desperately.

He rolled off of her and landed on his back. Once there, Jax watched as Alyona crawled toward him, and his heart thumped in excitement.

He was about to have a really awesome orgasm—like always.

When didn’t he with her?

His Russian was wild, out of control, and knew her way around his body.

She was the first woman that made him feel complete, like he had a solitary chance at happiness.

When her hand wrapped around his rock-hard cock, again, his whole body was rocked with that pleasure. This was what he was talking about.

This.

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