Chapter 7
Lights, Camera, F*ck You Jax I was warned not to. My agent begged, my publisher threatened, my publicist nearly cried. “Please, Jax,” she whispered with that PR-polished voice. “Just let the story fade.” Fade? I didn’t do fading, I did fire. And right now, there was only one thing I wanted burning— Her. Elena fucking Cross. I’d been good. For two whole days. No calls, no posts, no public mentions of how her pussy clenched when I whispered filth against her neck, or how her nails left claw marks down my chest that I still hadn’t washed off. But then I saw her on TV. Panel interview. Tight skirt, crossed legs, professional smile frozen across her face like it wasn’t covering up the fact that I’d had her on all fours three nights ago, begging me not to stop. The host smirked. “Elena, care to comment on the rumors about you andChapter 7 Lights, Camera, F*ck You Jax I was warned not to. My agent begged, my publisher threatened, my publicist nearly cried. “Please, Jax,” she whispered with that PR-polished voice. “Just let the story fade.” Fade? I didn’t do fading, I did fire. And right now, there was only one thing I wanted burning— Her. Elena fucking Cross. I’d been good. For two whole days. No calls, no posts, no public mentions of how her pussy clenched when I whispered filth against her neck, or how her nails left claw marks down my chest that I still hadn’t washed off. But then I saw her on TV. Panel interview. Tight skirt, crossed legs, professional smile frozen across her face like it wasn’t covering up the fact that I’d had her on all fours three nights ago, begging me not to stop. The host smirked. “Elena, care to comment on the rumors about you and
Chapter 6 Your Name in My MouthElenaI didn’t cry when I left the lodge.Didn’t look back as the SUV drove me down that winding, snow-paved mountain.Didn’t let myself feel anything when my phone lit up with bars of service again and I was met with a tsunami of missed calls, angry texts, calendar alerts, and corporate emails with subject lines like:“URGENT: JAX HART MEDIA BLAST”“WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT THE LODGE.”I didn’t open them.Not until I was home. Showered. Alone.Back in the armor of city lights and sharp suits.Then I did what I always do.I poured a glass of red. Opened my laptop. And braced for the mess.But I wasn’t prepared for this.Title: “Locked In: A True Story of Lust in the Storm”By: Jax HartI blinked.Then clicked.The bastard had published a preview. A whole fucking chapter. On his newsletter. To over two million subscribers.“We hated each other. That was the beginning.She tol
Chapter 5 Morning After, AgainElenaI should’ve left.Should’ve packed what little I brought, layered up, and taken my chances trekking through the snow.Instead, I was in his bed. Again.Naked. Again.His arm was slung over my waist like it belonged there. Like I belonged there.And his cock?Still thick, hard, pressed against my ass like a not-so-subtle promise that round… what, six? …wasn’t far behind.My body ached in that dangerously satisfying way. A kind of soreness that said you did something dirty, and you liked it. My inner thighs still trembled when I shifted. My lips were swollen from hours of being kissed—and bitten.And Jax?Sleeping like he hadn’t ruined me for other men in under twenty-four hours.I tried to move without waking him.Big mistake.His hand clamped on my hip.“Running again?” he mumbled, voice gravel and sex and smugness all rolled into one.I didn’t answer.He rolled over, draggi
Chapter 4 There’s Still Only One Bed Elena By the time the snow stopped falling, I’d already come three times and threatened to kill Jax Hart at least twice. Not necessarily in that order. I stood in the kitchen wrapped in nothing but a too-thin robe, watching him cook bacon shirtless like he hadn’t just used my body as a human jungle gym two hours ago. His back flexed as he flipped a strip with a casual, one-handed flick of the wrist. Muscles rippled. Tattoos shifted. I hated him. I hated that my thighs were still sore and my nipples tightened just looking at him. I hated that I was considering going for round four before breakfast. “Coffee?” he asked, glancing at me over his shoulder with that lazy, cocky smile. “Or are you more of a post-coital mimosa girl?” “Is this your idea of pillow talk? Greasy food and cheap charm?” “Only when it works.” He hand
Chapter 3 Morning After, Still Bent OverElenaI woke up to the crackle of fire and the heavy, arrogant weight of a man’s arm slung across my waist.Correction: Jax Hart’s arm. Author. Asshole. Human red flag.Also, the man whose cock I’d let rearrange my cervix the night before.I opened one eye and glanced around the room. Cabin still intact. Storm still howling outside. My dignity?MIA.The bed creaked as he stirred behind me, pressing against my back—bare chest warm, scent maddeningly male. He smelled like pine, heat, and satisfaction. Like someone who knew he’d been unforgettable.“Awake already?” His voice was sleep-rough. Teasing. The kind of voice that could unhook a bra without touching it. “Didn’t peg you for a morning person.”“Didn’t peg you for someone who talks after sex.”“Only when I’m not done.”My thighs clenched instinctively. Fuck me.He shifted closer, and I could feel him—thick, already getting hard again. My
Chapter 2 Hate Me HarderElenaI didn’t mean to kiss him.That kiss wasn’t a surrender. It was a challenge.But the second Jax’s mouth crashed against mine, I knew something was over. Maybe my resolve. Maybe my dignity.Definitely my dry spell.His hands were under my shirt in seconds—rough, greedy, like he’d been waiting years to ruin me. And fuck, maybe he had.“You hate me, huh?” he muttered, teeth scraping my jaw as he pushed me down onto the bed.“I fantasize about lighting your ego on fire.”“Good.” He shoved my tank top up. “Then moan like you’re burning.”I didn’t. I whimpered.He sank his mouth over my breast, tongue flicking my nipple before he sucked it hard enough to make me gasp. My back arched. My thighs pressed together. My pride wanted to slap him. My body? It wanted him to leave handprints.“God, you’re such a mouthy little tease,” he growled against my skin. “All those red ink notes, every snarky comment—you were