Chapter 6; Dirty Temptation Finale

The fallout came faster than either of them expected.

Two days after Lena’s dramatic exit, Mara’s phone lit up during a board call. A blurry photo—grainy, taken from the hallway outside Jax’s apartment—her wrapped in his arms at the door, sheet barely covering her ass, his mouth on her neck. The caption was simple: Your new driver seems cozy with the boss. HR might want to see this.

Sender: unknown number.

But Mara knew exactly who.

She ended the call mid-sentence, heart hammering. Texted Jax one word: Now.

He was at her penthouse in twenty minutes—still in the black suit, jaw tight, eyes stormy. The second the elevator doors opened she was on him—pushing him back against the wall, kissing him like she was trying to erase the photo from existence.

“They know,” she said between bites to his lip. “Lena sent it. Or someone she told.”

Jax’s hands gripped her hips hard. “Let them know. I don’t give a fuck.”

“You could lose your job. I could lose credibility. The board—”

He cut her off with another kiss—deeper, rougher—tongue claiming her mouth until she forgot the sentence. Then he pulled back just enough to growl against her lips:

“Then let’s make it worth losing everything.”

He lifted her like she weighed nothing, carried her straight to the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. Same view as the office glass fuck, but higher up, more exposed. He set her down, spun her so her palms pressed the cool glass, ass arched back toward him.

“Skirt up,” he ordered.

Mara obeyed—fast—hiking the pencil skirt to her waist, spreading her legs. No panties, of course. She was already dripping, thighs slick just from the way he looked at her—like he was going to ruin her and worship her in the same breath.

Jax dropped to his knees behind her. Spread her cheeks with both hands and buried his face in her pussy from behind—tongue plunging deep, licking every drop, sucking her clit from this angle until she was shaking, moaning his name loud enough for the empty penthouse to echo it back.

“Fuck—Jax—yes—eat me like that—”

He added fingers—three this time—stretching her open while his tongue flicked her clit relentlessly. She came fast—hard—screaming, thighs quivering, juices coating his chin and dripping onto the hardwood. He stood, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and freed his cock—thick, veined, throbbing.

“Hands on the glass,” he said. “Watch the city while I fuck you.”

She braced. He thrust in—deep, brutal—one stroke that buried him balls-deep. Mara cried out, forehead pressing the window. He didn’t let her adjust—just started pounding her, hips snapping hard, cock slamming that perfect spot over and over.

“Look at them down there,” he growled in her ear. “They have no idea their CEO is getting railed against the window right now. Getting filled with my cum while they go about their boring lives.”

Mara moaned—loud, broken. “Harder—make it hurt so good—”

He gave it to her. One hand fisted her hair, yanking her head back so her back arched perfectly. The other slid around to her clit—rubbing fast, rough circles while he fucked her like a man possessed. The wet slap of skin echoed. Her tits bounced free from the unbuttoned blouse, nipples hard against the cool glass.

“I’m gonna come inside you again,” he rasped. “Deep. So deep you’ll feel me all day tomorrow in every board meeting.”

“Yes—please—fill me—own me—”

He reached around, pinched her clit hard. She shattered—second orgasm ripping through her, walls clamping down like a vice, pulsing, milking him. Jax groaned—deep, animal—thrust once more and came hard, cock throbbing, pumping hot spurts deep inside her until it leaked out around him, dripping down her thighs.

They stayed like that—panting, pressed to the glass, city lights glittering below like they didn’t give a damn.

After a minute he pulled out slow—watched his cum drip from her swollen pussy. Then he turned her gently, kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her lips—soft now.

“I’m quitting,” he said quietly. “Tomorrow. I’ll find something else. No more risk to you.”

Mara shook her head. “No. Am the CEO remember. We fight it. Together. I’ll handle the board. You stay. We’re not hiding anymore.”

He searched her eyes—then smiled, slow and real. “You’re insane.”

“I’m in love with you,” she corrected. Kissed him deep. “And I’m not letting some jealous ex ruin this.”

Jax lifted her again—bridal style this time—carried her to the bed. Laid her down like she was precious. Stripped them both slow. Climbed over her, slid back inside her—gentle now, long rolling thrusts that made her gasp softly.

They fucked slow—eye-locked, hands intertwined. Whispering filthy promises between kisses:

“I love how you feel around me.”

“I love when you come on my cock.”

“I’m never letting you go.”

She came again—soft, rolling, trembling—clenching around him until he followed, spilling inside her one last time, holding her tight as they shook together.

After, they lay tangled—sweaty, sated, laughing quietly.

“Round two in the shower?” she murmured.

Jax grinned. “And three on the kitchen counter.”

Mara kissed his chest. “Deal.”

The photo? The threat?

They’d deal with it tomorrow.

Tonight was just them—dirty, in love, unbreakable.