silky fabric of my dress and he fingers my asshole.
The pressure is slight, not even close to entering, but I’ve never been touched here before, so the sensation is new and exciting.
Everything about Jax is new and exciting.
We come at the same time. We moan softly together as he shoots his semen inside me.
Rational thought invades my pleasure for a moment as I realize what we just did. “I’m on birth control,” I say though my heavy breathing. “And I haven’t had sex with anyone in years.”
He turns his head and kisses me, his tongue twisting together with mine for a few moments before he pulls back and says, “You’re safe with me, Sasha. Always know you’re safe with me.”
I savor his words as we rest in our post-coital embrace. It’s an unexpected relief to hear them, even though he might just be hinting that he has no STDs for me to worry about.
But I’m not worried about that. Jax strikes me as a cautious man. I’m thinking up hidden meanings in his declaration. Things like he will protect me from harm. He will be there to catch me if I fall. He will get me through this night in one piece. He will surround me when the past comes rushing back to slap me in the face.
When was the last time I felt safe?
I think about this for a few moments as he softly strokes my hair.
Never, I decide.
I can’t recall living a single moment free of fear.
She rests her head on my shoulder, a weary sigh escaping her lips. “Tired?” I ask.
“Very. I’d rather go home than go meet some long-lost aunt.”
“Just give her a chance, OK? I know it’s weird and I know she needs you more than you need her—you have a great family already. So just know your worth when you walk in there.”
Sasha sits up straight, rubbing her pussy against my cock in a way that makes me instantly hard again. “Worth?”
“Jesus, Sasha,” I laugh. “Don’t squirm like that while you’re sitting in my lap.”
“What do you mean she needs me?”
“She’s got her warm moments, but I’ve known her a long time. She’s not a woman who wastes an opportunity.”
Sasha squints her eyes down at me. “I don’t want to meet her. Can’t you take me home? Didn’t I keep my end of the bargain already? We had a date. We had sex, for fuck’s sake. I put out. It should be enough.”
“You did not put out,” I growl up at her. “I don’t want to hear you refer to sex with me like that. It’s offensive. If you didn’t want to—”
“I did, Jax. That’s not what I meant. I just don’t want to meet her. And I don’t think you’ll make me if I push it. So I’m pushing it.”
I sigh as I play with her hair. “I won’t make you do anything. But it’s always better to be over-informed than under-informed. You should meet her so you can formulate a decision about her. That’s how you do the job, right? You gather information, evaluate it, and then form an opinion.”
“I’m not working for you and the FBI, Jax.”
“Not yet,” I joke, poking her in the ribs. She squirms away from me and rubs against my dick again. “Holy hell, you need to get off me or I’m going to attack you.” I reach for the handkerchief I used to dab the blood on her head and hold it up for her. “Sorry, I know I made a mess inside you. It’s all I have.”
“And you ripped my underwear. Now I’m wearing this stupid dress with no underwear.”
I can’t think about that. I’m ready to give in too. “I’d much rather have you to myself tonight than spend the night—”
“I’m not spending the night!”
“It’s a big place, Sasha. You’ll have your own room. It’s practically a hotel.”
“No, no way. I think we need to turn around.”
“Sasha,” I say, cupping her face in my hands. “Didn’t I just tell you you’re safe with me? Relax. It’s already almost eleven o’clock. It will be one informal introduction, a little chatting, then they will show you to your room and we’ll leave first thing in the morning.”
She hesitates. My words hang in the air with no answer. And then she gets off my lap and starts wordlessly putting herself back together. Her hair is tousled and her face is flushed pink. I’m suddenly hot as well, and then I realize what just happened. We had sex