Page 60 of His Secret Obsession

Jax: You’re going to beg

Jax: Just a little preview of what’s in store for you tonight

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“Fuck me,” I mutter, my mouth going dry as I zoom in on the picture. My panties are damp as I stare at the two items sitting on the nightstand. The first is a pair of burgundy, leather wrist cuffs. There’s a small, shiny, silver chain linking the two cuffs together. Each cuff has some sort of attachment that I can’t see in the picture, but my imagination runs wild as I picture Jax securing me to the headboard with it. The next item is a round, dark-pink piece of silicone. It appears to have a small opening at the top, and all the air leaves my lungs in a whoosh when I realize what it is.

Jax bought me a vibrator.

A rose toy, to be exact. It’s been going viral on TikTok the last few weeks. The opening is meant to go over my clit, where the thrusting vibrations will suck on it. So many dirty, erotic images flash through my mind that it heats my body from the inside out.

Maybe I should fake a stomach virus so I can go home early? If I pretend to hurl over the trash can—

Jax: Tell me if you want that. If it’s too much, I’ll fuck off

“Excuse me? Miss?” The soft voice interrupts my thoughts, and I reluctantly pocket my cell phone before turning around. The customer—client—is an elderly lady with a timid smile. She wears a long-sleeved, silky gray wrap dress. Her back is a little stooped, her hands wrinkled, and her hair white. But she looks at me with such a kind expression that it washes away any irritation over the interruption.

“Yes, ma’am?”

“Do you offer home delivery?” she asks, her weathered hands gesturing towards a simple black coffee table. Her cloudy eyes look away, the corners of her lips dipping into a sad frown. “I used to buy all my stuff from this married couple in town.” She shakes her head like she’s trying to remember them, and something about the way she says “married couple” makes my heart clench.

It makes me wonder…But no, it couldn’t be.

“Such a sweet young couple. Made everything by hand, and it was good quality, too. They had a young daughter. But I can’t remember their names now.” She shrugs, giving me a polite smile. “I don’t think they’re around anymore, so I suppose I can settle for this piece instead. But the man, he used to deliver everything to me. Would someone be able to deliver this?”

The blood drains from my face. I want to leap forward and beg her to remember their names. I want to pry for details and then keep every little tidbit for myself. As the years have passed, fewer and fewer people seem to remember my parents. And with this light-hearted feeling surging through me, I almost lean forward and tell her their names. Just to see if it sparks any recognition.

But I don’t. Maybe some things are better left as mysteries.

“I’m sorry, we don’t offer delivery…” My voice trails off when I spot the crestfallen disappointment on her face, and it makes me want to curse Irene. When I suggested she add a delivery option for clients, she scrunched her face up like I had said something absurd. Then she told me it was a waste of resources and shook her head like she was disappointed. But I feel a surge of sympathy for the woman, and I find that I can’t stand the thought of letting her down.

“You know what? I have an idea.”

She watches as I pull my phone out, her eyes lighting up with hope. Ringing sounds in my ear, and my feet grow restless when he doesn’t pick up right away. I give the woman an encouraging smile.

“Maddie?”

“Jax, I have a favor to ask you.”

He obliges, agreeing to haul the woman’s new coffee table in the back of his truck. The woman’s happiness is contagious as she leaves. I pull my phone out one last time.

Let’s play

I’m a weird mixture of nervous and excited as I pull my car into the driveway that night. The rest of my shift dragged, the customers rude and Irene irritable. The only highlight was Jax’s dirty text messages, my phone continuously buzzing with more wicked promises. Knowing how badly he wants me has kept meon edge all night, pulses of need skittering through my body. Now that I’m home, my stomach is swooping.

As soon as my headlights hit the front of the house, the door opens and Jax saunters out. He wears gray sweatpants with a black hoodie, the outline of his half-erect cock prominent. His eyes smolder with heat and desire, making my pulse thrum in the base of my neck as he seats himself on the rocking chair next to the door. He leans back, widening his legs with that hard gaze boring into me as I approach.

Pausing on the second step of the porch, I’m well aware of the arousal already dampening my panties. His assessing gaze makes every hair on my body stand up. Something about the way his fingers drag a slow, methodical path up and down the length of the wooden armchair makes me shiver.

“Are you ready to repent for your little show of power today, baby?”

He gives me a dark smile, his voice rumbling like subdued thunder. I suck in a ragged breath, my heart leaping into my throat. Heat shoots through every inch of my body, a low hum of arousal making my nipples tighten. His smile widens.

“Someone’s feeling a little put out.” My voice is a raspy whisper.

He leans forward, bracing a forearm on each leg as he surveys me. He looks like a king sitting on his throne, ready to dole out whatever punishment he deems fit. It makes my heart pound erratically, and even though I crave his touch, I also have the insane urge to bolt past him. To make him fight for it. My eyes slide from him to the doorway, silently gauging the distance.

His low chuckle has an ominous quality to it. “You can certainly try.”

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