Chapter 4: Fingering and KissingThe morning after Jax caught me lost in my fantasy, the lake house buzzed with activity as the family piled into cars for a full day in town. “We’ll be back late,” Mom called, waving from the driveway. “You two behave!” Little did she know. As the dust settled, silence enveloped us, thick with anticipation.I found Jax in the kitchen, leaning against the counter, his eyes darkening the moment I entered. “They’re gone,” I whispered, heart hammering. “Finally alone.”He crossed the space in two strides, pulling me into his arms. “Elena, after last night… seeing you like that, fingers buried deep while moaning my name. I couldn’t think straight.” His lips crashed onto mine, hungry and demanding. We stumbled against the table, tongues dancing as his hands roamed my back, gripping my hips.“Jax,” I gasped between kisses, “I want this. All of it. No more stopping at touches.” I nipped his lower lip, tasting the coffee from breakfast. “Fuck me. Right here, r
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