Page 3 of Executive Ink

They pulled on each other’s clothes, practically tearing them from their bodies. There was no finesse here, no tease of temptation. This was all need pounding through them as they learned one another.

Ashlynn reached between them, wrapping her fingers around his hard length. Of course, since this had to all be a dream, her fingers couldn’t quite touch each other around the base.

Best. Fantasy. Ever.

“Jesus, Ash,” Jax growled out. “You’re gonna make me blow my load before I even get to taste your cunt. And believe me, I need to get a taste of you.” He squeezed his hand over hers with a groan before pulling away. “On your back, Ash. I need you.”

“Ashlynn. I’m Ashlynn.” She never shortened her name, never wanted to be a pile of burned embers, the remnants of the woman she’d once been.

He kissed her again, and she almost forgot her name entirely. “You’re my Ash. My Ashlynn. Just for tonight, remember.” He winked at her. “I promise to respect you in the morning.”

She laughed at the joke before letting out a little gasp when he tossed her onto the bed behind them. Before she could scold him for throwing her around like a sack of potatoes, she screamed his name as he buried his face between her thighs.

“Jesus,” she panted when he lapped at her clit, his beard scraping her skin in such a way that it nearly sent her over the edge of bliss. He sucked and licked until she arched against him, coming so hard that she didn’t have the air in her lungs to even call out his name.

Her nipples ached, and her breasts were heavy, so she lazily pinched the nubs between her fingers, still needing relief even while Jax licked up her orgasm.

“Those are mine for the night, Ash.”

She blinked up at him in a haze as he leaned down and sucked a nipple into his mouth. “Damn,” she breathed.

He chuckled against her, his beard scraping her overly sensitive skin. “You taste fucking sweet. I’m going to enjoy fucking that tight pussy of yours tonight. You still okay with this?” He kissed her breasts, then met her eyes. “Because we can stop if you want to. Just say the word, and I’ll walk out of here without another word if this is too much for you.”

For some reason, the care in his words made her choke up, and she hated herself for that. This was just meaningless sex, and it would do her well to remember that.

“Thanks for your concern, but I see a very thick and hard cock in front of me that needs to be inside me. So, if you aren’t going to get the job done, then I’ll just use my fingers on myself and leave you hurting. How does that sound?” Knowing she sounded like a bitch, she added, “Plus, I need to repay the favor, Jax. I want you. Right now. Just you and me for one night, remember?”

He leaned down and kissed her so softly it was just a bare brush of lips. “I remember. Just checking, Ashlynn. Don’t want to hurt you.”

“You can’t hurt me.” A lie. It was always a lie, but one she’d perfected.

He met her gaze. “Okay, then. Let me wrap up because I want you safe.” He shuffled to his jeans and pulled out his wallet and a condom before locking eyes with her as he rolled the latex down his length. “Ready for me?”

In answer, she cupped her breast and slid her other hand between her legs. “Hurry.”

He was on her in a flash, sliding into her in one deep thrust. They both let out a gasp, but he didn’t pause. Instead, he pounded into her, edging her closer and closer until all she could feel was him inside and the heat of her need. Then she came with a groan, her inner walls clamping around him, hard.

Jax kissed her fiercely again as he came, his hips moving at such a vigorous pace that she had a feeling they’d both be sore in the morning. She clung to him, her orgasm slowly fading but her need for him anything but.

Yet this was only one night. And when she left in the morning, she’d never look back. She couldn’t afford to.

There would be no last names. No numbers exchanged. No promises.

This was all she needed.

At least that’s what she told herself.

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