Alpha Jax
Jax growls against my neck, his hands moving down to cup my ass.
I move my own hands back up- over his abs, his pecs. Then I push at his chest with my palms, giving a little shake of my head. “I’ve gotta grab a shower and some food before I head over to IT,” I say, my lips tipping up into a little smirk as I push him away. I bend down to retrieve my water bottle and sweatshirt, pointing at the hard-on tenting up the front of Jax’s gym shorts on the way back up. “Down boy”.