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My body throbbed.

Knowing I couldn’t take a second wonderfulpunishmentfrom his demanding hands, I scuttled into the bathroom before Jax really did change his mind.

“Ronnie?” Jax called after me just as I was about to shut the door.

“Yeah?”

“Youareon birth control, right?” Jax’s worried expression returned. “If not, I can pick something up for you or…?”

“Don’t worry, Jax.” I gave him a reassuring smile. “You’re safe.”

With that Jax gave me a solemn nod and I closed the door behind me.

I looked down at the warmth trickling down the inside of my knee, my hand pressing against the depth of my stomach. “Safe, huh?”

With that I turned on the spray of the shower and stepped underneath, its warmth working on cleaning my body and mind as I pretended I would never have to havethat conversationanytime soon.

Hopefully never.

If only I was that lucky….

Chapter Twenty-One

Jax

“What are you looking at?” Ronnie’s groggy voice accompanied the patter of footsteps behind me. Her soft hands slid down over the top of my shoulders and around my chest. Brown hair fell with a ticklish touch to the ridges of my back, smelling like the apple shampoo she brought yesterday.

“Thinking of buying you a rope,” I answered, turning away from the laptop propped open on the kitchen table, twisting my legs in my chair until our hips faced each other. My hands slid around her waist and gave her an encouraging tug. She lifted the long T-shirt she had thrown over her bra-less tits and swung her thighs over mine. Her cotton panties nestled between my legs, close but not touching my crotch.

I leaned into her neck, smelling that sweet citrus scent from her hair and absorbing the warmth she was radiating. The chair made a creak as Ronnie’s head peered over my shoulder. I held her relaxed body as her eyes scanned the laptop screen on the table.

“Hemp rope…Tossa?” she grumbled, leaning back and taking her warm neck away from me. I pouted for a moment and looked up to her eyes. She didn’t look uncomfortable with what she had seen but curious. “What’s the difference?”

“Hemp rope is softer, better for beginners,” I answered, hand pushing against her back as her body leaned forward again and I nuzzled in deeper. “Tossa has more of a tooth so it tends to leave marks.”

“So, you’ve bought Hemp rope?” she mumbled. Her body weight tilted into mine again, but this time, I felt her arm untuck from underneath mine and lean toward the computer.

“Not yet,” I grumbled through a mouthful of hair. I lifted my hand and pulled it off her shoulder, exposing her smooth skin.

“Hmm,” she mumbled, as I ran my nose from the nape of her neck up to the crux of her jaw. “Why not?”

One hand reached up, and she began to comb through the back of my hair, holding my head against her neck with a soft grasp.

“Wasn’t sure whether to get you 8mm or 6mm rope.”

“Why does the width matter?”

“8mm is thicker and is loose plaited which means there’s less friction so it requires more knotting. 6mm is thinner and tighter plaited so it’s better at holding a knot.”

“Then just get 6mm,” Ronnie grumbled, like it was the simplest answer in the world.

I shook my head. “6mm is a little too thin for a beginner. If you struggle too much, you’re more likely to end up with marks.”

“So I get a few marks. I’ll get used to it with a little more… experience?” The heel of her foot ran up the back of my calf in one smooth and slow motion, earning a low, quiet growl from the depth of my chest.

The idea that she wanted to do it again made something dance deep down in my soul. Even knowing she enjoyed the other night, her body and her reaction to my little slap had told as much, it didn’t mean she would be interested in trying it again. And from the warm heat I could feel seeping through my jeans, I could tell it was more for her benefit than mine.

“No,” I grumbled leaning back.

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