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“Okay,” is all I say as Jax strokes my head and we sit in the most comfortable silence I’ve ever experienced.
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JAX
Ineeded that confirmation more than I knew. I’d suspected Greyson was Chloe’s dad in college, but that thought only intensified in the last few weeks. They have a bond like no other, and I believe her, I really do. Greyson, though, he’s so protective of her. It wouldn’t surprise me if he were hiding the truth from her.
I walk out of the shower and see Chloe getting ready for work. I watch her from where I’m standing, the voyeur in me loving just watching her. She hasn’t noticed me yet, and it’s nice seeing her lost in her thoughts. She’s stunning. Sensing I’m watching her, she smiles at me in the mirror.
“Jax?”
“Yeah?”
“How do you feel about staying here for a couple more nights? This whole thing has me spooked, but somehow I managed to sleep well because I knew you were here.”
This is music to my ears. I wish she wanted me around for something other than because she’s scared. But hearing she feels safe around me…
“I’ll swing by my apartment after work then,” I smile, noticing her checking out my ass as I put on my boxers. “Don’t look at me like that, gorgeous, or we’re both going to be late for work.”
She sits at her vanity, and my dick hardens as she swipes the red lipstick over her bottom lip. I never thought watching a woman do something so normal would look so incredibly hot.
“Fuck!” I whisper, hard-on activated. I mean, everything about her turns me on, it seems.
She looks at me in the mirror, giving me a wink as she swipes it over the top lip. She obviously knows the effect she is having on me.
“I’ll suck you off tonight,” she says, standing up and walking towards me. “Leaving my mark all over your cock.” She whispers before kissing me on the neck, just under my right ear.
She looks down at my–now–fully hard cock and bites her lip. With an extra wiggle of her ass, she walks out of the bedroom.
Getting dressed without her in the room is a damn sight easier. This I could get used to, though. I didn’t know how much I’d enjoy the domesticity of just being with someone, sharing the same space with a significant other.
I walk into her kitchen, and she has her back to me, the skin-tight dress she’s wearing hugging her curves that I enjoyed sinking my fingers in last night. She looks lost in thought as she looks at her phone. I know she was waiting for Greyson’s call last night. Last I knew, he hadn’t been in touch. He and I are going to have words if he doesn’t get in touch with her soon.
She’s wearing a dress today, and I wish I’d gotten out of the shower earlier and seen what she was rocking under that dress. I’m sure it would distract me all day.
I clear my throat.
She turns around and offers me a weak smile, but I don't miss her eyes giving me a cursory once over, checking me out in the blue three-piece suit I had in my office that I got someone to bring around last night with my work things.
“That color suits you.” She says, biting her bottom lip.
“Good to know,” I say back as I approach. “I’ll make sure to fill my wardrobe with that color.”
“I have a spare travel mug unless you… I like to take my coffee with me. I have a spare. Of course, you do whatever you want.” She rambles on.
It’s cute. I love that she still does this, even after all these years, getting everyone who will listen to use recycled and not disposable cups.
She can talk most people into doing what she wants them to do or needs them to do. She’s a powerful woman now, and I know many grown men who rest easier when they know Chloe isn’t on the opposing counsel.
“I’ll take the spare,” I smile. “So remember, Danny is taking you to work and staying with you all day. Do not try to lose him.”
“I’m not stupid. This isn’t my first protective detail.” She says. I want to know more, but we don’t have time now, but we will talk later.
A knock on the door stops us, and I watch as Chloe walks to her door.
“Who is it?” she shouts at the door.
“Danny,” he says.
