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This time it was two smacks, one right after each other to both cheeks before he charged back in, the orgasm instantly rolling up my torso and making me cry out with its intensity. I didn't know why that was so hot, nor did I particularly care at the moment, still floating on a high I'd come to crave these last few months.
Jax didn't stay long, running off to the bathroom and back again, wet washcloth in hand. The cool cloth felt perfect against my skin, cooling it off and cleaning me up at the same time. Then Jax was on his knees kissing my cheeks, murmuring his praise against my skin.
I giggled at the feeling. "You're such an ass kisser..."
Jax climbed to his feet and flipped my dress back down before turning me and kissing me quickly. "Only for you." Then he turned and got dressed in the clothes Bailey had laid out for him, transforming from my casual lifeguard to the most gorgeous businessman I'd ever seen.
"You're staring again."
I huffed, not liking that he'd caught me and called me out on it. I couldn't help myself. It was like watching a chiseled sculpture move in fluid motion. If the statue of David could move, you'd watch, completely mesmerized, amiright? Totally not my fault...
"Time to open up your restaurant, baby." Jax stood before me, his hand outstretched, ready to accompany me to my big event. He'd slicked the top of his hair back with some sort of gel, the cleaned up hairstyle highlighting his rock hard jawline. He looked ready to take on my father in an epic battle for my self-esteem. Now the only question that remained...was I ready?
