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His voice was possessive, and his body trembled with barely restrained need, which made me realize just how much this powerful, confident man trembled for me just by sucking his thumb.
And I loved every second of it.
When we finally broke apart, both breathing hard, his eyes were wild and desperate, lips swollen from our kiss. He looked surprisingly wrecked, and I couldn’t help the pride at being the cause.
"Tomorrow night," he rasped, his voice demanding despite his obvious desperation. “Let me spoil you. Say yes, Estelle. Please."
The please at the end, so unlike the confident man I'd met, made my heart race. I’d made Jax Easton feel the need to beg for something.
My lips were swollen, sensitive, and I could still taste him on my tongue. "Okay," I whispered.
I was in so much trouble. And the worst part was, I didn't want to be saved.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Jax
I closed the door of my beach house behind me, the silence enveloping me after the day I'd spent with Estelle and the kids. Her scent still lingered on my clothes, citrusy and driving me insane.
I inhaled deeply, letting the memory of her wash over me as I moved through the darkened rooms. Elsie had left with Avery to help Jovie watch the kids tomorrow, leaving the house empty.
My body hummed with a restless energy I already knew the cause of.
Estelle Moore. The name was like a drug in my system, and I was hopelessly addicted. I couldn't stop seeing her, how she'd looked in that black swimsuit, her careful poise and limbs, her skin warm in the evening sun.
How she’d melted under my touch behind the waterfall, soft moans echoing in my ears.
And then the way she’d sucked my thumb. I’d been hard as steel since I saw her in the bathing suit. The same bathing suit I bought thatvery same morning, and ensured was the only one her size in that drawer.
My poor balls were suffering.
I made my way to the master bedroom, shrugging off my shirt as I went. The room still held traces of her presence—a strand of brown hair in the bathroom where she’d changed, and hidden in my drawer, the panties she’d unknowingly left behind.
My heart raced as I approached it, feeling like a teenager about to commit some illicit act rather than a grown man in his own fucking home. I'd arranged for her replacement underwear while we were in the pool. All it took was a quick text to my security team to buy a matching pair, a seamless switch.
Of course, only Elsie handled her actual panties, and even that was already more than I’d have liked, but compromises had to be made when it came to having my princess’ panties in my hands.
I slowly unwrapped the towel Elsie wrapped them in, revealing the simple grey cotton panties she'd worn beneath her dress. Nothing fancy, nothing like the lace and silk that usually found their way into my bedroom. Just plain cotton, practical and durable, like everything else about her.
Yet my hands trembled as I held them, my cock throbbing painfully in my pants.
“This fucking girl,” I muttered, bringing them to my face and inhaling deeply. Her scent filled my lungs, feminine and strong from her workday, with a hint of something musky and intimate. I groaned, my eyes closing involuntarily.
The image of her lips around my thumb flashed behind my eyelids.
I stripped off the rest of my clothes, my movements urgent, driven by a need I couldn't remember feeling before. Not just lust, but something primal. A need to mark her as mine.
I grabbed my phone from the nightstand. The pool deck called to me—the hot tub would be perfect under the stars, with nothing but the ocean breeze and my obsession for company.
The infinity pool glowed turquoise in the darkness as I stepped onto the deck, completely naked. The cool night air hit my heated skin, making every nerve ending come alive.
The contrast was intoxicating—the chill of the ocean breeze against my burning flesh, the way it made my cock even harder, more sensitive against my abs.
The hot tub beckoned, steam rising into the star-filled sky. Beyond the infinity edge, the Atlantic stretched endlessly, waves crashing against the sand below in a rhythm that matched my thundering pulse.
The privacy of my estate meant no one could see me, could witness what I was about to do, but the thrill was still there.
I slipped into the heated water with a sigh that echoed across the empty deck. The temperature was perfect against my skin, the jets massaging muscles that felt coiled tight with need.
