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I can already feel myself tightening around him, begging for more.

His lips brush gently over my exposed shoulder as he leans in.

“I’m gonna need you to stay quiet now, love. Can you do that for me?”

I nod slowly, my breath catching, heat pooling between my legs.

“Good girl,” he whispers.

He straightens behind me, his hands firm on my hips as his roll into me, hitting every angle just right. So right, I almost go back on what I just promised.

My breath hitches, a quiet moan threatening to escape as I dig my nails into the ivy covered stone.

He picks up the pace, every thrust deeper than the last. The pressure builds quickly, my head falling forward as my breath stutters. My walls tighten around him, every muscle clenching as an orgasm crashes through me without warning.

A moan rises in my throat, but dies before it can escape as I pull my lips between my teeth.

He leans in, brushing my hair back from my neck as he murmurs, “I knew you could be a good girl.”

It’s only a few seconds before his body stiffens behind mine, a few small grunts slipping past his lips. The second he withdraws himself, I readjust my dress and spin around quickly to help Jax. He stuffs himself back while I smooth out the wrinkles now etched into his shirt.

Then the door opens—and our eyes meet, panic flashing in his.

We spin to the side, pretending to admire the rose beds as two guests walk past. I watch their eyes flick to us—twice—but thankfully, they keep walking.

Jax relaxes the second they’re out of earshot. He leans in, brushing his thumb lightly across my lower lip, and cradles my chin gently.

“You’re going to get me into trouble, aren’t you?” he murmurs.

I grin and give him a wink. “Maybe.”

He chuckles low and offers his elbow. I slip my arm through his.

Then we walk right back into the party—where hopefully no one can tell we just had sex in an indoor greenhouse.

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Jax

She has that face.

TheI-just-got-fuckedface.

It’s hard to miss with her wide, dazed eyes sweeping across the room, the subtle flush in her cheeks, and a look that all but screamswe definitely just fucked outside.

And hell, if it isn’t adorable.

I never thought I’d be the type to pull something like that—especially not somewhere this bloody public. But I won’t lie… it was hot. I’d do it again in a heartbeat. Feeling her come apart like that, under all those twinkling lights, roses everywhere, her hands fisting ivy.

Now, I just have to fight the urge to drag her back out there. But right now? Ana needs us a hell of a lot more than I need to be buried inside a certain redhead.

Problem is, we’re all sat around this bloody massive table. It’s pretty much impossible for anyone to actually bethereforanyone. Desmond tries anyway, leaning so far over in his chair it’s a miracle it doesn’t topple over and send him flying. He whispers something into Ana’s ear. She nods robotically, her eyes locked on the tiny, flickering flame of the tea light in front of her. She looks like she’s about to throw up.

I go to reach for her across the table, but Allie beats me to it—her hand wrapping around Ana’s, giving it a light squeeze that somehow gets her to look up. Andfinally, she cracks the tiniest smile.

Then applause breaks out around the room, catching all of us off guard. Poor James even jumps a little, his eyes wide before cracking a smile and chuckling under his breath at himself.

A tall woman in a black-and-gold wrap dress steps onto the stage. Her smile is almost contagious, like she’sgenuinelyexcited to be here, to present this award for…