His tone had my thighs rubbing together. “If we sleep with someone else, we need to at least get tested before—”
“Not happening. You with someone else while we're doing this …” He growled and ran his hands through his hair. “Don't do it, Whitfield. I don't handle jealousy well when it comes to you.”
“Jax, be logical,” I tried.
He stepped up to me so his dress shirt lightly rubbed against my breasts. “Fine. Logically, I'm territorial of you. Even though it was six years ago since you were exclusively mine.” He unbuttoned his shirt standing against me, his knuckles rubbing my torso.
I shivered.
Then, he pulled the shirt from his shoulders, and I got a look at the expansive, muscled chest I'd spent so many nights laying on so long ago. “Logically, I only want to fuck you even in the midst of fucking someone else …”
I gasped at his admission but he kept stripping, unzipping his pants again.
“Logically, the idea of you fucking someone even if you are thinking of me makes me see red, Sweet Sin.” He dropped his pants and pushed his body against mine to walk me back into his bed. “Logically, you're mine and I don't share.”
“Jax, that's not logical at all.”
He hovered over me and smirked. “Are you on birth control, baby?”
“Yes, and I'm clean but—”
“Minute of ground rules is up.” He plunged into me again.
The aftershocks of what we'd done hit hard minutes after coming down from another explosive orgasm solely because a ringing sounded throughout his house. When I looked at him, he just shrugged and said, “Answer the phone, Alice.”
“Okay, it's your brother calling most likely about your last text,” a woman’s voice responded.
I eyed him with questions. He whispered, “New app we’re trying.” Then louder, he asked toward the ceiling, “What do you need, Jett?”
“I need you to release my client so she can come work over her investment portfolio with me.”
I shot up in bed, feeling exposed and embarrassed all at the same time. I couldn't figure out if his voice was coming from the ceiling, the walls, or some device. Jax's hand went to my hips to steady me and he pointed to a little speaker installed into the wall.
“Jett, she needs to reschedule.”
My eyes bulged. I couldn't possibly cancel on Jett. I knew how busy he was. Clients waited months for a meeting with him, he was highly sought after.
I glared at Jax but he didn't glare back. His eyes held a look that didn't waiver, didn't bend, and the look was so serious, I knew I would crack.
“Aubrey, you there with my brother?”
I scrunched my nose and squeezed my eyes shut wanting to die from embarrassment. “Yes, I'm here,” I basically whispered and then wondered if he could hear me mumbling into the pillows.
“You want to reschedule?”
Well that answered the question of how much he could hear. I tried not to rustle the sheets at all when I replied, “I think I will have to. I am so sorry for the in—”
Another voice cut in. “You rescheduling our dinner and night too?” Jay's voice sounded somewhat dejected, but also like a warning.
I could feel my cheeks turning red. I jumped from the bed and started looking for clothes. “Of course not! I am just on my way out of here. Jax and I were just talking about my investment project. Time got away from me. I can meet you both in five minutes.”
Jett answered this time. “I’ll fit you in later this afternoon. Just come to my office when you get a chance. You can talk with Jay later about the relationship you have with Jax. He seems to look like he needs an explanation. Anyway, I have to go, I have another meeting.” With that, Alice announced that the call had ended.
“How can he possibly have another meeting when he was supposed to…” I trailed off somewhat baffled.
“You'd be surprised how often Jett double books.”
I found my dress and started zipping it up. “Seems unhealthy.”