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I said and she nodded. We got to Ian’s room just as Dixon came out of the room looking all handsome. I’ve never seen him in casual clothes so nothing actually prepared me for this sight. He’s wearing dark pair of jeans that seems to fit him perfectly well and a sky blue dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His hair is messily styled on his head looking like he ran his hands through them a million times.I can see the traces of black ink on his hands, I wonder what kind of tattoos he had. I’ve always been a sucker for tattoos, I have one on my left hip. I can’t even remember how I got it but it’s there. Jason never liked it though, he said his body is too clean to be polluted

Do not remember what his fingers looked like on that book tour panel when he sipped water and smirked like he knew you were staring— The silence stretched. “Cold?” he asked. I realized I was shivering. “No.” “Liar.” He grabbed a thick flannel from the closet and tossed it at me. It smelled like cedar and firewood. “Don’t make it weird,” he muttered. “You’ll freeze.” “I’d rather freeze than wear your scent like some literary groupie.” “Fine.” He tugged it back, then peeled off his shirt. My brain short-circuited. Because Jax Hart was cut like a sex scene that never made it past editorial. Broad shoulders. Sharp V-lines. Light trail of hair disappearing under jeans I now absolutely noticed.

I had been to the Beta house several times before, but there were always new things; this time, they had the university motto, Fiat Lux, written on the ceiling. "It's Latin," I jumped, almost tripping over my heels and turning. Another piece of information about Jax Jones: he wanted to scare me to death. That night he seemed to shine; he didn't smell of alcohol, just cologne... a very soft and addictive cologne. I wanted to bury my nose in his neck and smell him all night. He was wearing black jeans and a simple gray short-sleeved shirt that showed all the tattoos covering his arms and neck, but I think that wasn't what caught my attention the most. He was smiling! Maybe one of his sluts had

Dax, the lead bounty hunter, raised his glass in a mock salute as I approached his table. "That is a tailored Italian wool jacket you are wearing, Draven," Dax commented, his voice a raspy growl. "Wearing something that expensive in this miserable corner of the world is a bold choice. The fabric is going to be ruined by the humidity alone, let alone the blood that usually paints these floors on a Tuesday night."

They check for anything out of the ordinary, then my mother guides me to the couch. In walks Jaxxon, dress in a solid navy single breast button up shirt, with matching navy trouser. He was dress to the crisp. He wore the word handsome very well. And here I was still in his tee shirt and some shorts. Not sure why he didn’t get me any of Olivia’s clothing. He walks around the desk next to his father as he stands, looking at me. I could see in his eyes he was fighting for my attention. “Amaly…” he starts.

The contents thumped and it was kind of heavy. “Open it, silly boy.” With great vivacity he ripped the paper from the box and peeled away the tape that secured the edge and looked inside. He gasped as he brought the book out of its cardboard confines. “I know that you will never be able to replace the one that got messed up, but I thought maybe you’d like another one,” Sebastian said in a light, perhaps nervous tone. Jaxsen stared at the authentic camel leather binding of the journal in his hands and couldn’t breathe. The covers were textured under his fingertips and he could tell the paper inside was recycled. Just like his old one.

“Fine, but this is the last one.” As soon as we step inside, I make a beeline for the mannequin in the window display. It wears a buttery-soft leather jacket in a deep chocolate brown. It’s nothing like the delicate silks Giulia has been pushing at me, but the moment I see it, I know. This is the one. “That’ll be way too huge on you,” she says, confusion written all over her face. “It’s not for me, bella Giulia,” I answer, patting her arm.

He was taking longer than necessary, but he was no doubt looking for something. “I don’t like to be kept waiting.” Tex emerged from the room half-hard and fully naked. I’d been right. His body was magnificent. His chest was huge and looked good enough to bite. Varying tattoos littered his torso, none of them standing out to me. However, I committed every single one of them to memory. His dusky-coloured nipples were pierced with black bars. I’d been hoping they were and was glad to see that was the case. All he needed now was matching bars through his cock and lining his taint.

"Is there something you're hiding from me, Tina?" A flicker of guilt crossed Christina's face, but she quickly masked it. "Of course not. Why would you ask that?" Joshua's expression darkened. "I remember giving you a Chroma Luxe jacket before. How come you haven't been wearing it?" Christina's face slowly morphed into an uncomfortable expression. "Well, your taste is a little…" But before she could finish, Joshua strode past her into the room and opened the closet. The jacket lay quietly tucked away in the corner, untouched. He pulled it out, and I couldn't help but lean closer to inspect it.

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