An impressed whistle sounded, and when she turned, Jaxon leaned against the doorframe, his hot gaze settled on hers. “Spectacular,” he said in a gruff voice he used when she affected him on a sexual level.
“Told you I’d handle it,” Bri said, grinning at her brother. She picked up her handbag. “I’ve got to get going. Call me,” she said to Macy.
“I will. And thank you.”
She winked. “Any time for you.”
Jaxon, still leaning on the doorframe, watched Bri gather the rest of her things. “I know you love me, sis.”
“I have to. You’re my brother.” Having had the last word, she started for the door and Macy chuckled.
“You two,” she said with a shake of her head. “It must be nice to have a big family.” She had Hannah, of course, but until she grew up, their relationship would be more like parent-child.
Jaxon let out a low laugh. “It has its moments.”
“If you just take off the dress, I’ll take it to the seamstress,” Ari said, gathering her things.
“Yes, Macy. Take off the dress.” Jaxon’s sexy gruff voice caused her nipples to pucker beneath the fabric and her cheeks to flame.
“Oh, my.” Ari also blushed and fanned her face.
“And I’m out,” Bri said and swept past her brother, taking her exit.
Macy narrowed her gaze at Jaxon.
The sexual undercurrents were vibrant and unmistakable and should be confined to the two of them alone. She ducked into the bathroom and changed out of the gown and into the lightweight dress she’d left there, returning to hand Ari the garment she’d draped over her arm.
As Macy wrapped things up with Ari, she felt the heat of Jaxon’s stare, and it was all she could do to say goodbye to the woman without a tremble in her voice, but she managed.
“Alone at last.”
She met his dark indigo gaze. “Don’t get excited. Hannah’s going to be home soon.”
“Then we’ll have to be quick.” He stepped closer and her heart hammered harder in her chest.
The man always had this effect on her. If he was near, she desired him. Wearing a pair of sweats and a tee he’d changed into after working out, his hair damp from the shower, he smelled clean and manly, the musky scent adding to her arousal.
She glanced at her Apple watch. “Really quick.”
A devilish gleam filled his eyes. “Not a problem.”
Before she could process his intent, he lifted her dress, pulled it over her head, and tossed it to the floor, leaving her in her thong and nothing else. Because she’d been home alone working, she hadn’t even put on a bra. He then slid the thin scrap of material down her legs and waited for her to step out of it before piling it on top of her dress.
“Remember I have to leave to pick up Hannah soon.”
“You’ll make it there on time,” he said, kneeling down.
“What–”
He shut her up by grasping her thighs, spreading her legs, then, dipping his head, he began to pleasure her. He lapped at her with his tongue, sliding along the seam of her sex, causing ripples of desire to cascade through her.
She braced her hands on his shoulders and arched her hips forward, giving him further access. His strong hands held her up as he devoured her, sucking her clit into his mouth and pulling on the tender bud. Sensation, the beginning of a long, slow climax took hold. Her legs shook and she moved her hands from his shoulders to his hair, tugging harder the higher she soared.
He lapped and nipped, and suddenly she came hard, waves of intense pleasure filling her until she moaned loudly. “Jaxon, oh, God, so good.” She ground her sex against his mouth, milking every last amazing feeling before her knees gave out on her.
He held on to her as she fell and ended up lying against him. “Like I said, fast and quick.”
“And pretty spectacular. But we don’t have time for me to take care of you,” she said, her gaze on the large bulge behind his sweats.
“I’ll be fine. I’ll use the twenty-minute trip to the school to cool off.” He helped her to her feet, pressed a kiss to her lips, and damned if her nipples didn’t pucker once more.
“I was going to get Hannah.”
He shook his head. “I don’t mind. You go shower.” He winked at her and strode out of the room, leaving her body buzzing and her head spinning.
The man’s impact was potent, and sex aside, which was phenomenal, the fact that he’d taken the stress off finding a dress labeled him as special, at least to her.
* * *
The night before the charity event, after Hannah had gone to sleep, Jaxon and Macy climbed into bed at the same time.
“It’s starting to feel more natural,” he said.
“What is?” she asked.
“This. Us.”
She settled into the bed and nodded. Without him asking, she slid over to his side of the bed and he pulled her into him. “Yeah. It does feel more natural.”
The first few nights of sharing his bed had been awkward as they found their way to being comfortable with each other. But they’d woken up, bodies entwined, the moment always culminating in sex, once or twice from behind as he’d entered her slick wetness, pumped his hips, and she’d begun to come immediately. They were always in sync. And after an intense conversation and exchanged recent blood test results, they had given up condoms.
But every time they met on opposite sides of the bed, it felt like they were starting all over again. Until tonight. She was more relaxed and so was he. As if this afternoon’s tryst in the bedroom had broken down that final wall of acceptance of their situation. For them both.
“Are you nervous about meeting the guys and their wives and girlfriends tomorrow night?” he asked, knowing the sports wife was a different breed. High-end handbags, shoes, makeup always
