The command hung in the air, a direct, unchallengeable order that sent a jolt of pure, unadulterated lust through both women.
The playful atmosphere evaporated, replaced by a thick, heavy tension charged with sexual anticipation and intense lust.
Jax leaned back on his elbows on the bed, his golden eyes glinting with predatory amusement as he watched them, a king awaiting a tribute from his most devoted subjects.
Alexi was the first to move, her movements a blur of eager, impulsive energy.
She scrambled off his lap, her eyes never leaving his, a mischievous, challenging smirk playing on her lips. She stood before him, her hands going to the hem of her simple top.
With a slow, deliberate flourish, she pulled it over her head, revealing the delicate pink lace lingerie she had hinted at.
The bra was a masterpiece of intricate design, sheer cups that barely contained her perky, full breasts, the dark circles of her nipples clearly visible through the fabric.
