Again

by J.L. Seegars

“If I didn’t know any better—” The tip of one callused finger slips down my spine, dragging through the light sheen of sweat on my exposed back as Jax’s sin-laced voice curls like smoke in my ear. “—I’d say you were looking for me.”

“I’m happy to help you forget everything but the way my dick feels when I’m moving inside of you, but I just want to be clear on something.” I lean down and let my lips brush the lobe of her ear. She shivers against me. “When we do this, it changes everything. There’s no going back to normal or pretending that this never happened.”

“I want to bend you over this table and fuck you until you can’t see straight. Can I?”

Sharp teeth sink into the back of my thigh. “Don’t come.”

“Are you that desperate to have my dick inside you again?” “Your dick. Your fingers. It doesn’t really matter as long as I get to come.” A dark chuckle fills the air. “You’re such a desperate little liar.”

“Lie and say you don’t miss me now, Mina. Tell me you haven’t dreamed about spreading your legs for me, taking everything I have to give you.”

“On your knees, baby. You want my dick in your mouth.”

“And you want a way to stop me from telling you to shut up while you’re pouring your heart out like a love-sick teenager.”

“You’re about to have your dick in me for the second time tonight, but you haven’t even kissed me yet.” “I was waiting on you to kiss me.” I gasp, and it has less to do with his words and more to do with the feel of him sliding inside of me.

“So do it.”

“Is that deep enough, baby?” I drop a kiss to her lips, and when I pull away to gaze into her eyes, she tries to follow me up like she doesn’t want the kiss to end. “Can you feel me everywhere yet?” I loosen my grip on her neck, letting my hand trail down her smooth skin until it’s right over her pounding heart. “Can you feel me here?”

“You’re going to let me have you wherever I want, however I want.” “Yes.”

“I have to feed you.”

“I can eat when I’m dead.” She whispers between hungry slides of her lips over mine. “Right now I just want you.”My

She is my religion. Her body is my place of worship, and I will spend the rest of my life at her altar.

“You’re perfect,” I whisper, moving from the center of her body to the right and laying another kiss on a spot I remember being particularly sore after our first round of IVF.

I pin her with a hard stare. “Behave.” “Why would I do that?” She arches a brow at me. “You like it when I’m bad.” “You’re right,” I say, taking a sip of my water to cool myself down. “But only when there’s a

remote possibility that I’ll be able to reap the benefits of it.”

“Rub your clit and keep your eyes on me, Amina.” He rasps, kissing his way down to my entrance. “I want you to watch me while I fuck you with my tongue.”

Jax rests his forehead on mine. His chest heaving. “You feel so fucking good, Amina. We feel so good together. Don’t ask me to go back to a life without this, without you, I won’t do it. I can’t.”