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breathed in the evidence of her arousal. “Now I know how excited you are, naughty girl.” Straightening, he tucked her panties in the pocket of his tuxedo jacket. “You’ve earned your reward.”
    Cupping the back of her head, he traced the seam of her lips with his thumb before claiming her mouth with a hungry growl. His tongue demanded complete enslavement of her senses, each wet, seeking thrust pushing her deeper beneath the undertow.  He retreated slightly, shifting the dynamics of the kiss to a lazy exploration that was no less hazardous to her equilibrium. His tongue played with the tip of hers before he sucked her bottom lip between his teeth.
    By the time they came up for air no oxygen remained in her lungs and her brain was mush. Her body quivering with a million pinpoints of electric sensation, she gaped at him. “Can’t you just toss everyone out now?”
    He chuckled. “Trust me, I’m tempted.” His gaze hooded and sexy, he stroked the curve of her jaw. “I’m going to fuck you in every way imaginable. And several that haven’t even been invented yet.”
    With that enticing promise hanging in the air, he opened the door and ushered her into the kitchen.
     
    The remainder of the night was a study in agonized frustration. Every inch of her burned for Jax’s touch. Her breasts felt heavy and achy. If she had her damn panties on she would have soaked through them hours ago. As it was, knowing the bit of lace rested in Jax’s safe keeping only amped up the torture. A few times she’d caught him with his hand in his pocket and a devilish smile on his lips.
    The kinky bastard was killing her.
    A handful of guests lingered in the solarium. Mentally willing them to hurry the hell up and be on their way, she grabbed a waste basket and began clearing some of the trash cluttering the tables. Maybe the stragglers would get the hint that the party was officially over.
    Because, damn it, she was freakin’ ready to get the real party started.
    A hand suddenly squeezed her ass. She whipped her head around and met Jax’s hot stare. The tension didn’t completely vacate her body. “Do you have any idea how dangerous it is to cop a cheap feel of a woman who’s on the edge of raging horniness?”
    “Why? Going to tackle me amid the remains of the mini muffulettas?”
    “No, I was thinking more along the lines of the beignets. Powdered sugar and honey makes me frisky.”
    “Mm, I like the way you think, baby.” Jax freed the trash basket from her grip. “This isn’t your job.”
    “I don’t mind. It gives me something to focus on.”
    Ignoring her attempt to reclaim the bin, he shoved the receptacle underneath the table. “The only thing I want you focusing on is my cock.”
    “What do you think I’ve been doing for the last three and a half hours?” she countered grumpily.
    “Oh yeah?” He leaned down to brush his lips near her ear. “Your pussy nice and juicy wet for me?”
    “If you’d get rid of those Chatty Cathys over there you’d find out first hand.”
    A primal growl rumbled from him. Turning his back on her, he strode to the group near the doorway. A minute later he steered them toward the hall. She tiptoed forward, covertly spying on their progress as they made their way to the mansion’s main atrium. They disappeared from sight and she gusted a relieved breath.
    She was one step closer to finally having Jax. Which meant she was one step closer to letting him go.
    No, she wouldn’t think about that. Wouldn’t let it stop her from cutting the cord. Just because he was hot for her now didn’t mean it would last. Jax was incapable of holding onto a woman for more than a night. She wouldn’t fool herself into thinking she’d be the exception to the rule. So she’d grasp onto this moment and revel in every hedonistic second.
    Endless minutes ticked by. Surely he’d bid his guests goodbye by now. It shouldn’t be taking this long.
    Unless he’d changed his mind. But he wouldn’t do