Page 36 of Dead Woman Walking

“Were you waiting long?” he asks, brow pulled. He always looks so pissed, but it is just his face. I thought he hated me when we met.

“Not at all.” I shake my head, standing.

His eyes move through the front window, and I glance over to finally see Ky drive away. He said he wanted to wait to make sure I was with Jax.

“Becca, lock up and head out. You’ll get paid for the last three hours,” Jax informs.

A smile spreads on her lips. “I love when Artemis comes in! The boss is nice for once.”

He cocks a brow.

“Bye!” She quickly grabs her shit and starts to pack up.

With a giggle, I follow Jax to the back. Besides him, his tattoo shop is empty, though there are normally a lot of artists who work for him.

“I brought you some snacks and drinks,” I say, setting my bag on the counter. Usually, I tell Becca to remind him to eat, or he will work and forget.

“Thanks,” he mutters.

My brows pull. He’s never been this standoffish to me. “Are you too tired for this?” His head shakes as he cleans up the space more. “Then why are you acting like this to me out of all people?”

He freezes, realizing what he’s doing and then sighs. I watch him close his eyes and take a deep breath. Then he looks at me. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I was treating you differently.”

“I accept your apology,” I tell him, keeping eye contact. “Would you like to talk about what’s going on?”

He shakes his head. “In a little bit.”

I nod. “Would you like a drink and a snack before you start? Are you hangry?”

He inhales deeply. “Yes…”

A smirk curls on my lips as I let him set up and I get out his favorite drink and chips.

“Fish nets off,” he orders, eating before he sanitizes and starts prepping.

I kick off my shoes and lift my shirt to push down my fish nets. I catch him glancing over, and I am so glad I wore the thong he likes. I sit back down, and he adjusts, moving to my side in his rolling stool.

I missed him today, especially waking up to him kissing me and leaving. Ky even had work. It was just me and Evander.

But Jax starts on the tattooing, and I let him focus. The pain is nothing compared to what I’ve done to myself. It is actually quite soothing, allowing me to go on my phone and talk to my other guys.

After a few hours, I feel my thighs being pushed apart. My eyes open from my slumber as a tongue runs over my black lace thong. My eyes snap open, and a gasp escapes me.

Jax’s hard eyes connect with mine. It takes me a moment to process that he is done with his work and is now between my legs, licking my core.

A noise escapes me as my head drops back, thighs spreading more.

His finger pushes my thong to the side, and his fingers and tongue run through me. His mouth latches onto my clit, making me cry out.

This is why he wanted it to just be us?

His tongue laps up my clit, having my heels dig into the chair. He knows my body well, fingers pushing inside and curling to find that spot and rubbing it.

“Fuck! Fuck!” I cry as I reach down and grip his hair. “Don’t stop!”

He groans, pulling my hips to his face more. My thighs tremble.

I can’t stop this quick orgasm.His tongue just knows how I like it. He laps and laps until I stiffen and can’t breathe.

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