Betrayed By Beauty - Ashley Lane Page 0,48

her hair that had been hiding her face to sway, following her movement. As she approaches our table, I smile. “Hey, how are you?”

She nods, stares at us some more, nods again, then finally speaks. “Shelly asked me to bring this by. I’m sorry for interrupting your… erm—” she stammers adorably, probably searching for a safe word that would describe the public mouth fuck Maddox just gave me.

She chews on her bottom lip and I have to force myself not to reach out and pull it from her teeth with my thumb. As though Maddox knows every thought I have, he clasps my hand and gives it a squeeze.

Finally, Oakley gives up the search for words. “So yeah, let me know if you need anything,” she says, already backing away from us. “I’ll just be over there.” She throws an arm over her shoulder and turns around, narrowly missing a nearby table before rushing from our sight.

I turn back to Angel to tell him about meeting Oakley for coffee, but his mouth is back on mine before I can utter a word.

“I’m not hungry for this anymore.” He glances at my lap where my cock is already straining to break free.

My own hunger for food disappears as well. “Get to your office,” I tell him, already backing out of the booth.

“Now.”

CHAPTER 15

JAX

“Lock the door,” I growl against Maddox’s ear as he pushes his hard body against mine.

The snick of the lock is barely audible over his needy groans. Fuck, he’s so goddamn beautiful like this. Placing a hand on his cheek, I swipe my thumb across his bottom lip while I stare into his eyes.

When Maddox is horny, he turns into a needy, whimpering mess of putty in my hands. It’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen watching this force of a man submit to me, and I can’t wait to show him how much I’ve missed his body, his touch, his everything.

“Jax,” his breathy whisper sends heat pooling in my belly and my already hard cock twitches.

“Clothes off,” I order. His pupils dilate and his eyes glaze over with lust. I lean against the office door, hands shoved into my pockets while I watch him. Fucking perfection. His hands visibly tremble as he grabs the hem of his t-shirt and pulls it up and over his head in one swift movement. Eyes still on mine, he unbuckles his belt, then moves on to his jeans. When they’re around his ankles, he releases a groan of frustration when he realizes he forgot to take off his shoes.

“Slow down.” Smirking, I raise a brow, watching him frantically toe off his boots before removing his jeans and kicking them across the floor.

“Plea—”

I run my fingers through his thick blond hair. “Shhh… you know I’m gonna take care of you.”

Mouth slightly parted, he breathes slowly, hooking his thumbs over the band of his underwear, and when I grip his wrists, he clamps his eyes shut. “I can’t, Jax… you’re taking too long.” He rocks his hips toward me, his cock thick and hard behind the constraints of his briefs. A wet patch appears where his pre-cum is starting to seep through the fabric. “Babe…” he whines.

“God, I love seeing you come undone, Madd.” I trace my finger over the head of his cock and lean forward to press soft kisses along his jaw. “I’m gonna make it so fucking perfect for you.” I cup his cheek again and push my thumb into his mouth. His tongue swirls around it before sucking it in, and at the same time, I release his cock from the fabric and give him a long, slow stroke that causes his knees to buckle.

“Mmmm…” His eyes fly open, his stare penetrating—he’s begging for release.

I drop my hands, ceasing all contact as I step around him and walk toward his desk.

“Jax?” the panic in his tone stops me in my tracks.

“Sit,” I say, pointing to the chair. Brow furrowed in confusion, he obeys and walks past me to sit in his overly large office chair.

I take his hands and place each one on the arms of the chair. “I’m gonna take care of you now. Don’t move.”

He nods frantically, and when I drop to my knees, he squeezes his eyes shut and sucks his bottom lip between his teeth. I grin. Sliding my hands up and down his bare thighs, I relish in his warmth and the layer of golden hair that’s soft against my calloused palms. I lean