All Chapters of Mummies and their Badboys: Chapter 61 - Chapter 67

Partition Up, City Lights🫦💦💧The partition was already up when he pulled me across the leather seat and into his lap.“Quiet,” Jax muttered against my mouth, one hand shoving the silk of my gown up around my waist. “Driver’s still got ears even with the glass raised.”I laughed once, breathless, then moaned as he pushed my underwear aside and sank two fingers into me without warning. I was soaked, had been since the middle of the charity gala when I caught him watching me over the rim of a champagne flute from his post near the service exit. My private driver. Twenty-four. Hired six months ago because he could handle a car in any condition and because his record made every other candidate look boring. Ex-boost. Clean for three years. Eyes that never looked away first.“You’re supposed to be driving,” I managed, hips rolling against his hand.“I am. Car’s in park. Garage is empty. Clock’s off.” He curled his fingers and rubbed the exact spot that made my head fall back against the w

Nine A.M. Deadline💦😜🫦The email arrived at 6:03 a.m.I sat at the kitchen island in Jax’s shirt from the night before, the hard drive and the disassembled camera still sitting where he had left them. The message from Margaret Keene was short, polite, and lethal.Helena, I’ve always admired how quickly you adapt. The preliminary sale agreement is attached. Sign and return by 9:00 a.m. and the files remain private. After that, the board, the investors, and Richard will receive everything. I do hope we can keep this civilized.Jax read it over my shoulder, coffee untouched. The cut on his cheekbone had darkened overnight. He looked calm in the way only someone who had already decided on violence could look calm.“We’re not signing,” he said.“If we don’t, the footage goes out at nine.”“Then we make sure nine never comes.” He turned the laptop toward himself and opened the hard drive he had taken from Hale. “Hale was thorough. He kept the payment records from both clients. Richard’s t

Loading Bay and Open Logs💦🫦The audio clip stayed on my phone through the entire grant meeting.I sat at the long polished table on the fifth floor while the board discussed climate-control upgrades and donor plaques, and all I could hear was my own muffled moan and Roman’s voice telling me I was going to come before the night guard hit the floor. I deleted the message twice during the meeting. Both times I recovered it before the session ended. By the time I walked back down to Special Collections, my pulse was still wrong and the place between my legs still ached with the memory of the metal shelving against my back.Roman was already at the processing table when I entered the main reading room, sleeves rolled, dark hair falling forward as he checked condition reports on the new municipal boxes. He looked up once. The glance lasted less than a second. It was enough. Heat slid down my spine like a physical touch.Service, if you could call the quiet traffic of researchers service,

Power Out, Storm In💧🫦😜He had me against the rough pine wall of the cabin, one hand under my thigh, the other braced beside my head, fucking me with deep, steady strokes that made the old bedframe across the room seem irrelevant.“Still so tight,” Cole muttered against my mouth, breath hot, the storm hammering the windows behind him. “City woman lasts two days alone up here before she’s taking dick from the caretaker like she ordered it with the firewood.”I moaned, fingers digging into the hard muscle of his shoulders. The power had been out for three hours. The only light came from the wood stove and a single battery lantern on the floor. My sweater was shoved up under my arms. My leggings were tangled around one ankle. Cole’s flannel was open, the dense black ink across his chest and stomach slick with sweat even in the cold. Twenty-five. Hired by the rental company to check the properties after storms. Ex-con. Hands that knew how to fix a generator and how to hold a woman open.