Page 2 of Executive Ink

“If you can snap at me like that, you should be okay. Want me to let you up, or would you rather lie sprawled like this outside? I don’t mind it much since having a sexy woman on top of me is never a hardship, but I’m pretty sure there’s a rock underneath my back digging into my spine that’ll probably hurt in the morning.”

Ashlynn scrambled off him, aware that she never scrambled. She was far too put-together for that, but she supposed nearly being run over by a car would do that to any woman. The man put a hand on her hip as she stood with him, and she took a step to the side, needing her space. He might have saved her life, but she didn’t know this man, and for some reason, he screamed danger to her instincts. Not his looks since menace could wear suits just as well as ink, but she could still sense something that told her to walk away and never look back.

“Thank you for getting me out of the way,” she said stiffly. “I shouldn’t have frozen like that.” She was so pissed at herself for not reacting quickly enough.

The man in front of her frowned. “No need to thank me, princess. And you didn’t freeze. Not really. Everything happened so quickly that I’m pretty sure you could have saved yourself. I just helped it along since that asshole didn’t even stop after running that red.” He shrugged and stuffed his hands into his pockets. “Anyway, I’d still be sure to check for any bruises.” He blinked when she narrowed her eyes at him. “Not meaning me, though I wouldn’t say no since you’re damn sexy right now with that glare of yours. I meant you, or your doctor or something. You want me to walk you to your hotel just to be sure?”

She shook her head. “I’m fine, but thank you again.”

“No problem. Just keep a lookout for rogue cars.” He nodded and started back to the hotel behind them. Her hotel.

That was a little too coincidental for her to keep up the icy act she’d perfected. “Are you staying here?” she asked his back.

He turned and raised a sexy brow. Who knew brows could be sexy? “Yeah. You?”

She nodded and licked her lips. It had to be the adrenaline making her want to say what she was about to say. But a girl didn’t land on a sexy-as-hell man in the middle of a sidewalk every day.

“Can I buy you a drink?” Her nipples tightened. Adrenaline. Had to be the adrenaline. “To say thank you.”

His gaze met hers before he smiled widely—not that smirk he’d given her before, but a bright grin surrounded by a big beard. A smile that once again went straight to the center of her thighs and made her knees weak.

“I’m Jax, princess, and I think a drink sounds perfect.”

“Ashlynn. I’m Ashlynn.” And I’m about to do the most reckless thing I’ve ever done in my life.

* * *

Jax pressedher back against the hotel door, and she moaned into his mouth, not able to get enough of him. He tasted of the beer he’d had when she bought him that drink in the hotel bar, though she couldn’t remember what she’d ordered. She’d ignored the blatant stares from those she knew in the bar and would ignore them from here on out if they gave her any shit.

The man currently licking her ear and biting down on the lobe wasn’t any of those men. He was hers. Just for this night—and that’s exactly how she wanted it.

His beard wasn’t as scruffy as she’d thought it would be. Instead, it was soft and slid against her skin in a delicious way that had her thinking about what it would feel like when he ate her out.

Not if. When.

Because she’d damn well get that talented tongue of his between her thighs tonight. That was a given.

“Damn, princess, you can kiss,” Jax breathed as he licked up her neck.

Seriously, the man had a talented tongue.

“Call me Ashlynn,” she panted, sliding her hands under his shirt so she could feel the heat of his skin beneath her fingertips. “I’m no princess.”

He moved to cup her face and kiss her hard, his tongue sliding across hers in an erotic caress. “But you look like a dark-haired version of that icy one from the movie with that song that I’m not going to sing or we’ll end up having it stuck in our heads for the next six months.”

And now she would be singing it for at least that long. Thank you, Jax.

She raised a brow even as her eyes rolled to the back of her head when he sucked on the place where her shoulder met her neck. “She was a queen, and animated. I don’t look like her.”

He kissed her hard again on the lips. “You have her eyes. And that attitude.”

“Call me Ashlynn if you want to finish what we started here. Because I won’t just be a random woman for the evening. Tomorrow, when we part ways and never see each other again, you can think of me as princess all you want. Tonight? Tonight, I’m Ashlynn. Got me?”

Jax grinned this time, and it was a new smile to her. He had so many expressions, and she’d only just met the man. “I can do that, Ashlynn. As long as I get to suck on these tits of yours that have been talking to me since they were pressed against my chest, and as long as I can taste that pussy of yours that has pretty much drenched my thigh since you straddled me. Does that sound like a plan?”

She swallowed hard, her clit throbbing in response to his words. No need to be embarrassed when she could see his arousal just as well as he could feel hers. “As long as you fuck me, too. Because I’m going to need this cock of yours inside me.” She reached between them and gripped the long line of him through his jeans. “Does that sound like a plan?”

He growled low in his throat, and she barely kept from pressing her legs together to relieve the ache. “We’re wearing too many clothes for this.” Then he gripped the back of her hair and tugged, pulling her head back so he could devour her mouth with his.

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