Before he can argue, I hang up the phone and pick back up my cell, seeing the message Jax has sent.
JAX: I’m not showing anyone a picture of you in bed. It might result in violence. Don’t ask.
Smiling once again, I put my phone down and get back to my real world issues. I’m never going to get caught up.
***
Four days later, I’m still waist-deep in things to do, but at least there’s light at the end of the tunnel. I’ve been reduced to having a relationship via phone calls and texts, but it’s better than nothing.
I keep waiting on Jax to get frustrated and end things, but he hasn’t. Which means we’ve survived almost a week apart despite the “whirlwind romance” beginning.
After a brutal meeting, Bora heads to her office, and I walk into mine, but I stumble over my own feet when I see the long, lean, incredibly sexy body that is perched against my desk.
Jax is smirking with his arms crossed over his chest as he watches me turn into a puddle. Holy shit. Six long days, and I somehow managed to forget how sexy he is.
“Miss me?” he asks, cocking an eyebrow as I try to keep my knees from buckling.
Why do I feel nervous? Maybe because it’s the first time I’ve seen him in a real world setting?
“Yes,” I tell him, watching as his smirk turns into a sexy grin.
He pushes off from the desk and reaches me in two strides, grabbing my waist and pulling me to him before his lips come down on mine. I’m stunned at first, so I don’t move, but when his tongue flicks against my lips, searching for an opening, I melt against him and kiss him back.
He pulls me closer when the kiss starts getting hungrier, and I clutch his shoulders to keep from falling as I moan into his mouth.
“Shutting this door for you,” Shanna says around a snicker, seconds before the click of the door resonates.
Jax chuckles against my lips, and I feel my face turning a few shades of red. I really wish I wasn’t an easy blusher in this moment.
I thought I had moved on from that phase after the nut text.
I turn around to see five curious faces pressed against my in-office window, but they scatter when I catch them. Rolling my eyes, I go to shut my blinds, then go so far as to shut my other blinds to the outside window, despite the fact we’re on the eighteenth floor.
“I like where this seems to be going,” Jax says, coming back over to me as his grin spreads.
Sex in my office? Never done that before.
Desperate enough for an office quickie? Yep. I don’t even feel ashamed either.
Without waiting for him to make the next move, I pull him back down by his neck, and he lifts me up the second our lips collide almost painfully. My ass lands on the desk surface, and he pushes my legs wider apart so he can fully press against me.
The second I feel his erection at my center, I moan again, and this time I don’t care who hears it. But he breaks the kiss while groaning.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
“What?” I ask, feeling a little dazed and definitely a little too lustful to think clearly.
“Condoms,” he groans. “I didn’t bring any. I had no idea I’d be getting this lucky. I half expected to not even get to see you.”
My euphoric balloon deflates and turns into a crumpled-up wad of frustration.
“Bad boy scout,” I chide, eliciting a throaty chuckle from him.
I’ve never had sex without a condom, and until I know this is a serious, real relationship, I’m not going to start. And definitely not in my office. That’s too messy.
Then some of our old texts come to mind, and I smile to myself while unbuckling the belt to his jeans. His throat bobs as he looks down at me with hooded eyes.
“What’re you doing?”