“Sweet Sin,” he harshly whispered, planting his hands on the table as if trying to steady himself. I flinched because I knew what that name signified, what it meant, how much weight it held when he called me by it. “Jax, I wish you’d stop calling me that,” I sighed. He exhaled, and then his intoxicating voice rumbled out, “When I get as close to you as I did a second ago and I’m tempted beyond reason, it’ll always be what I call you.”
