Chapter 5; Dirty Temptation 1.5

Jax’s apartment was nothing like hers, it was a small, industrial, one big open room with exposed brick and a king bed shoved against the far wall under a single skylight.

It smelled like him: leather, faint cologne, and the sharp edge of rain from the open window. Mara had barely made it through the door before he had her pinned against it, his mouth on hers, hands everywhere, like he’d been starving for her all day.

“Been thinking about this since the office,” he growled, yanking her blouse open. Buttons popped and scattered across the hardwood. “You in that skirt, bent over your desk. My cock buried in you while the city watched.”

Mara’s laugh was breathless. “Show me.”

He spun her, pressed her chest to the door, hiked her skirt up to her waist. No panties again, she’d stopped wearing them around him. His fingers found her soaked, swollen, ready. He didn’t tease. Just freed his cock, thick and hard, and thrust in deep, one brutal stroke that made her gasp and arch.

“Fuck....Jax....” Her palms slapped the wood for balance.

He didn’t go slow. He fucked her hard against the door, his hips snapping, cock slamming into her over and over, hitting that spot that made stars burst behind her eyes. The door rattled with every thrust. Her tits bounced free from the bra he’d shoved down. He reached around, pinched her nipples hard, twisted just enough to make her moan loud and shameless.

“Tell me who you belong to,” he rasped in her ear.

“You,” she gasped. “Only you....fuck....harder..”

He obliged. One hand slid down, fingers finding her clit, rubbing fast, rough circles while he pounded her. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room. Mara’s legs shook, thighs slick with her own arousal. She came first, hard, and sudden.... her walls clamping down like a fist, pulsing around him, soaking his cock and dripping down her legs. She cried his name, body convulsing, nails scraping the door.

Jax didn’t stop. He pulled out, spun her around, lifted her so her legs wrapped his waist. Back against the door again. He drove back in, deeper this angle, fucking her like he was claiming every inch. She clawed his shoulders, bit his neck hard enough to leave marks. He groaned, hips stuttering.

“Gonna come inside you,” he warned. “Fill you up again.”

“Do it,” she begged. “Mark me. Make me yours.”

He buried deep, cock throbbing, and came with a guttural groan and hot spurts flooding her, leaking out around him as he jerked through it. They stayed locked like that, panting, sweating, hearts slamming together.

He carried her to the bed...still inside her...laid her down slow. Kissed her soft now, lazy. Pulled out gently, watched his cum drip from her pussy onto the sheets. Then he dropped to his knees, spread her thighs, and licked her clean....slowly, thorough, tongue dragging through the mess they’d made. Mara whimpered, oversensitive, fingers in his hair.

“God, Jax…”

He climbed back up, kissed her so she tasted them both. “We’re not done.”

They went again...slower this time. Missionary, eye-locked, his cock sliding in and out in long, deep strokes. Her legs over his shoulders. Dirty whispers in her ear: how tight she felt, how wet, how he loved watching her come apart. She came twice more...soft, rolling waves before he spilled inside her again.

They collapsed, tangled, laughing softly in the afterglow.

That’s when the doorbell rang.

Sharp. Insistent.

Jax froze. “Shit.”

Mara sat up, sheet clutched to her chest. “Who...”

He was already pulling on boxers, heading to the door. “Stay here.”

She didn’t. Curiosity and a flicker of something possessive made her follow, she was naked, silent, peeking around the corner.

Jax opened the door a crack. A woman stood there, blonde, pretty, eyes red like she’d been crying. Tight dress, heels, looking like she’d come straight from a bar.

“Jax,” she said, voice cracking. “We need to talk. I know I said I was done, but I can’t stop thinking about you. I miss you. I want us back.”

Mara’s stomach dropped.

Jax’s shoulders tensed. “Lena. Not now.”

Lena pushed the door wider and saw Mara standing there, wrapped in nothing but a sheet, hair wild, lips swollen from kissing. Her face crumpled.

“You’ve got someone here?” Lena’s voice rose. “Already? We broke up two months ago and you’re already fucking someone else?”

Jax stepped between them. “We’re done, Lena. I told you. This isn’t about you.”

Mara felt her heat rise, anger, jealousy, something raw. She stepped forward. “Who is she?”

Jax glanced back. “Ex. It’s been over. She just won’t let it go.”

Lena laughed bitterly. “Over? You said you needed space. Not that you were replacing me with some corporate bitch who probably pays you to fuck her.”

Mara’s eyes narrowed. “Watch your mouth.”

Lena lunged forward in a pathetic, drunk swing. Jax caught her wrist gently but firm. “Go home, Lena. We’re done. For good.”

Lena yanked free, tears streaming. “You’ll regret this.” She stormed off, heels clicking down the hall.

The door shut. Silence.

Jax turned to Mara. “I’m sorry. She’s… she’s not stable right now. But I swear, it’s been over. I ended it before I even met you.”

Mara studied him, her chest heaving, eyes pleading. Something in his face cracked open. Vulnerable. Real.

She stepped closer. “You should’ve told me.”

“I know. I fucked up.” He reached for her hand. “But I’m here. With you. Only you.”

Mara searched his eyes. Then she kissed him again, hard and, claiming. Pushed him back toward the bed.

“Prove it,” she whispered.

He did.

He laid her down, spread her legs wide, and ate her again, slow, worshipful, tongue tracing every fold, sucking her clit until she was trembling. Then he slid inside her, gentle at first, then deeper, harder, fucking her like he was erasing every doubt. Missionary again, hands intertwined, eyes locked.

“I love you,” he said suddenly, mid-thrust. “I know it’s fast. But I do.”

Mara’s breath caught. Tears pricked her eyes. “I love you too.”

They came together, slow, intense, bodies shaking, whispering it over and over. He spilled inside her one last time, holding her tight as they rode the aftershocks.

After, they lay tangled, her head on his chest.

“No more secrets,” she said.

“No more,” he agreed. Kissed her forehead.

The city hummed outside. They didn’t care.

They were just getting started.