Chapter 3; Dirty Temptation 1.3

Morning light cut through the half-closed blinds of Mara’s penthouse like it was trying to cut the tension in half.

She woke first—sprawled across her king bed, sheets tangled around her hips, the faint ache between her legs a delicious reminder of last night. Jax was still there. Face down, one arm slung over her waist, breathing slow and deep against her shoulder. His back rose and fell, muscles shifting under skin marked with faint scars she hadn’t noticed in the dark car. Military, probably. She traced one with her fingertip—light, curious—and he stirred.

Didn’t open his eyes yet. Just tightened his arm, pulling her closer until her bare breasts pressed against his chest.

“Morning,” he murmured, voice wrecked from sleep and everything else they’d done after the car.

Mara smiled into his neck. “You snore.”

“Liar.” He nipped her earlobe. “You were the one making all the noise.”

Heat pooled low in her belly at the memory—him bending her over the hood of the Range Rover once they’d made it to her building’s private garage, skirt shoved up, panties ripped to the side, fucking her from behind while she braced against cool metal and tried not to scream loud enough for security to hear.

She rolled on top of him now, straddling his hips. His cock was already half-hard, thick against her inner thigh. She rocked once—slow, teasing—and watched his eyes snap open, dark and hungry.

“You’re playing with fire, Mara.”

“Good.” She leaned down, lips brushing his. “I like getting burned.”

He flipped them in one smooth move—her on her back, wrists pinned above her head in one of his big hands. The other slid down her body, rough palm dragging over her nipple, then lower, cupping her pussy. She was still slick from last night, sensitive, swollen. Two fingers parted her folds, found her clit, and circled once—lazy, maddening.

She arched. “Jax—”

“Shh.” He kissed her quiet. Deep, filthy kiss that tasted like them. Then he pulled back just enough to watch her face while he worked her—slow strokes over her clit, dipping inside to feel how wet she still was, how ready.

“You’re gonna come like this first,” he said, voice low. “Just from my fingers. Then I’m gonna fuck you slow until you beg me to go harder.”

Mara’s breath hitched. “I don’t beg.”

He smiled—slow, wicked. “You will today.”

He proved it.

Fingers curling inside her, thumb pressing perfect circles on her clit, pace steady but unrelenting. She tried to hold back—tried to keep some control—but he knew her body better than she expected. Knew exactly when to speed up, when to slow down and edge her until she was whimpering, hips chasing his hand.

“Please,” she finally gasped.

He kissed her throat. “Please what?”

“Fuck me. Now.”

He let go of her wrists. She didn’t move them—kept them above her head like he’d commanded it. Jax settled between her thighs, notched himself at her entrance, and pushed in slow—inch by thick inch—until he bottomed out. They both groaned.

He didn’t move right away. Just stayed buried deep, grinding in small circles that rubbed the base of his cock against her clit. Mara’s nails dug into his shoulders.

“Move,” she demanded.

“Say it nicer.”

She glared up at him. “Please fuck me, Jax. Hard. Deep. Make me come again.”

That did it.

He pulled out almost all the way—let her feel the drag—then slammed back in. Hard. Once. Twice. Then set a rhythm that had the headboard thumping against the wall. Slow at first—long, punishing strokes that hit every sensitive spot—then faster, hips snapping, balls slapping wetly against her.

Mara wrapped her legs around his waist, heels digging into his ass to pull him deeper. “Right there—fuck—don’t stop—”

He didn’t. One hand braced beside her head, the other slid between them, thumb finding her clit again. Rubbing fast, messy circles while he pounded into her.

“You feel so fucking good,” he growled. “Tight. Wet. Mine.”

The word hit her like a spark. She clenched around him—hard—and came with a broken cry, walls fluttering, pulsing, soaking his cock. Jax fucked her through it—relentless—drawing it out until she was shaking, oversensitive, gasping.

When she finally went limp, he slowed. Pulled out. Flipped her onto her stomach. Lifted her hips so her ass was up, face pressed to the pillow.

“One more,” he said, voice rough. “Want to see you take it from behind.”

He slid back in—deeper this angle—and she moaned into the sheets. He gripped her hips, thumbs spreading her cheeks so he could watch himself disappear inside her. Slow thrusts at first—letting her feel every inch—then harder, faster, skin slapping skin.

“Touch yourself,” he ordered.

Mara reached between her legs, fingers finding her clit, rubbing frantically while he railed her. The dual sensation—his thick cock stretching her, her own fingers working her swollen bud—pushed her over again fast.

She came with a muffled scream, body convulsing. Jax followed seconds later—burying deep, cock pulsing, filling her with hot spurts until it leaked down her thighs.

He collapsed over her, careful not to crush, lips brushing her shoulder.

They stayed like that—sweaty, spent, breathing hard.

After a minute he rolled off, pulled her against his chest. Kissed her temple.

“We’re fucked,” he murmured.

Mara laughed softly. “Literally.”

“No. I mean… this.” His hand stroked down her spine. “Can’t pretend it’s just sex now.”

She turned in his arms, looked up at him. “Who said I wanted to pretend?”

His eyes searched hers. Something soft flickered there—something dangerous.

“Then we’re really fucked.”

She kissed him slow this time. Sweet. “Good thing I like danger.”

The phone on the nightstand buzzed—her assistant, probably, wondering why the CEO was late to the first meeting of the day.

Mara ignored it.

Jax smirked. “You gonna answer that?”

She reached over, silenced it, then rolled on top of him again.

“Not yet.”

His hands slid to her ass, squeezing. “You’re gonna get us both fired.”

“Worth it.”

He laughed—low, dark—and flipped her under him once more.

Round three started before the phone even stopped vibrating.