Page 63 of Sweet Wicked Vows

It was like being married to Jekyll and Hyde.

“Come on. Let’s get lunch.”

My heart couldn’t help but swell the second Jaxon walked us to one of the cheapest and greasiest burger stands and ordered us a couple of oozing cheeseburgers.

He was so out of place in his expensive clothing, crisp gray shirt sleeves rolled up his inked arms, ordering from somewhere that may have been questionable on food hygiene.

It was hilarious, yet endearingly charming.

“The perfect hangover cure,” he said, handing me one. “Your stomach will thank me later.”

Honestly, I didn’t think it was possible to look good while eating a burger, but Jaxon sure as shit made it appealing.

My traitorous, filthy mind couldn’t help but want to be the burger in his hands, imagining every single way he could devourand feast on me while I dripped all over his fingers.

His strong hands all over my body, leaving more claiming marks as he explored my skin. His comments about punishments still replayed in my mind. I pictured his mouth between my legs, edging me close to the brink of an orgasm, only to stop before I could finish. His palm slapping my pussy, baiting me into coming without his permission. Daring me to disobey him again and again. Teasing my soaking neediness until I was nothing more than a whimpering husk completely at his mercy.

Clearly, I needed a night alone with my vibrator—or another night with Jaxon.

Would there ever be another night? Was it simply a moment of weakness on both our parts and nothing more?

We sat at a picnic table beside the food vendor where I devoured the cheeseburger in a couple bites. He was right, my stomach groaned with happiness.

“Feel better?” Jaxon asked with a smile.

Those damn dimples pierced his cheeks.

“Much. Thank you.” I returned the smile. “It’s weird. I didn’t peg you as the cheeseburger sort of guy. You struck me as the salad loving, my body is a temple, sort of person.”

He arched his brow. “Who wants to eat like a rabbit?”

I laughed. “I wholeheartedly agree. Not once in my life have I looked at a salad and thoughtthat looks delicious. Not when things like pasta, bread, and cheese exist.”

“You’d love Monaco.” He chuckled between mouthfuls. “Where I grew up always smelled like baking bread. Mymamanused to spend her Sundays baking.Pain aux noixwas her favorite. She used to spend hours getting the recipe just right. Drove me crazy just waiting.”

A fondness laced his words, the memory softening his features and bringing out a warmth in him. It was easy to get lost in it.

“But come supper time…” He smiled. “It was worth the wait.”

I watched something that resembled sorrow flash in his eyes. He talked about his mother in the past tense, and despite wanting to push and learn more, I held back.

Jaxon was like a stag caught in the highway. Sudden movements might spook him.

I pointed to the corner of his mouth. “You have a bit of mustard on the side of your lip.”

He cocked his eyebrow and attempted to use the tip of his tongue to swipe it away.

What I wouldn’t give to feel that tongue slipping between my—no, stop it.

“You missed a bit.”

He leaned across the table, my entire body stilling as he came closer. “Be a good wife and get it for me.”

The bastard smirked as my trembling thumb brushed the mustard from the corner of his mouth. Heat from his parted lips graced the tip of my finger as he captured my digit with his tongue and licked the mustard off before I could move away.

A shudder rolled down my spine.

“Merci.” He grinned, returning his attention back to his burger. “I’ve set up an online meeting with the COO and CFO tomorrow morning. They want to discuss financial projections and go over some strategy for the coming year.”

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