Chapter 50
KAT
Iroll over, my mind joining the present, and I know instantly that something is wrong. Jax’s side of the bed is cold.
Sitting up, I brush my hair to one side.
His clothes are still on the floor where I dropped them. The hotel robe, however, is missing.
Pulling on my own fluffy robe and slippers, I make my way into the main area of the suite. The lights are off, except for the glow coming from under the door of the end room. Currently, it’s a spare bedroom, and the place I want to turn into an office.
I smile. He obviously decided to look at the plans, something we didn’t get around to last night, having been a little distracted pre and post dinner.
Opening the door, I step into the room. Jax has the plans spread out over the bed, frowning down at them.
“Hey,” I say, wrapping my arms around his waist and resting my head on his shoulder. “Couldn’t you sleep?”
His hands grip mine as he turns his head and smiles.
“I glanced at the plans last night before we went to bed.” His eyes darken. “Something caught my eye, and I wanted to check it out.”
I move to his side, loving how he wraps an arm around my shoulders, pulling me into him.
“What?”
“This room isn’t long enough.”
I turn my head and frown as my chest suddenly tightens.
“I’ve measured it out. It’s missing a good two metres, and there should be a third window.”
My body begins to burn up as my eyes follow the plan.
“It can’t be.”
Memories flood my system of being here with Dad when I was little.
I joined him in the office for Bring Your Child to Work day.
Elijah wasn’t interested. He had a swim meet and the twins were still too young.
It had snowed heavily, so Dad and I were forced to stay in London overnight.
It was the only time I’d set foot in this suite before I moved in; after trashing the apartment I shared with Zach.
I step back in an almost dreamlike state. I close my eyes and walk towards the far wall.
“I think there used to be a door here,” I say, turning to face Jax.
“What do you mean?”
“Dad had an office installed in the suite. It’s why I thought of doing the same. Somewhere he could escape when he had an urgent project to get on top of. We never used the family suite here. It was too close to home, although I know Mum and he—”
I pause.
I know Mum would join him here for their date nights out, and even some days. Time away from us children. Time to be a couple, one who was very much in love.
Something twists in my chest. Being here with Jax, having feelings that strong for someone else. How has she survived without Dad?
I suck in a breath.
“Hey, it’s okay,” Jax says, coming to stand next to me.
He rubs soothing circles on my back.
“I was only young. Five, when I stayed here, I could be wrong,” I say, looking around myself.
I’ve hardly set foot in this room since I moved in, using the main living space and the master bedroom. I popped my head in and found it was a second bedroom. Thought maybe Dad had changed it back.
“Why would someone close it off?”
“Are you sure it was there? We could step out into the hall and find it is now a cleaning closet.
I catch his gaze.
“Can you remember another door between yours and mine?”
I know he would, he’s an architect, the devil is in the detail is ingrained in his DNA.
“No, you’re right, there’s no door.”
“So we’re missing two metres of a room, and I have vague, albeit childhood memories of there being a door here. I could be imagining it…”
I look at the wall. A beautiful bookcase stands in its place, filled with some of my mother’s favourite books. Stories she and Dad loved, talked about. If I didn’t know better… I’m being ridiculous.
I step forward and begin lifting the books down, carrying them towards the bed. I place them down in order, knowing how Mum files her books. Jax steps forward to help.
When we’ve removed a couple of layers, Jax inspects the wall, running his hands over the edges of the bookcase.
“If there was a doorway here, whoever closed it up has done a pretty good job of hiding it.”
“But you can see from the plans there’s dead space?”
Jax grips my shoulders, turning me to face him.
“These are the original plans. Something could have changed over the years. There may be a reason.”
“But I remember. I remember sleeping in here that night. Dad was here, told me he was right next door if I needed him,” I say, my breath catching as my heart rate increases.
Jax pulls me tightly against him.
“We can check the outside of the hotel for windows in the morning. There’s not much we can do at two AM, without raising serious questions.”
I drop my head forward onto his shoulder.
“You’re right.”
“Of course I am,” he says, making me chuckle. “Let’s go back to bed.”
Making our way back into the bedroom, my eyes drift back to the room we’ve just left.
“You need a distraction,” Jax says as soon as we enter the bedroom. His voice taking on a husky tone.
My nipples harden, chafing against the cotton of my robe, begging to be set free.
“What do you have in mind?”
His gaze darkens. “Do you trust me?”
I bite the inside of my cheek.
Do I?
I nod. Realising he’s one of the only people outside my direct family I do trust.
He lifts his chin, his eyes locked on mine.
“Take off your robe.”
I open my mouth, but close it instantly at his raised eyebrow.
“If you don’t want to do this, we can go to sleep.”
“I do,” I say, quickly.
Oh, how I do!
I can already feel how wet and ready my body has made itself.
I reach for my belt, untying it and pushing the material off my shoulders.
Jax sits down on the chair in the corner.
“Show me your breasts.”
My eyes lock on Jax as I lower it slowly, sliding the material down my body, until it lies in a pool at my feet.
A dark flush appears along Jax’s cheekbones, and his tongue snakes out, moistening his lips.
His eyes drop. The cold air puckers my nipples instantly, and Jax sucks in a breath.
My stomach contracts hard at the sound, and I bite the inside of my mouth to prevent myself from moaning.
I stand before him, enjoying the feel of his gaze raking over me.
My fingers go to the band of my panties, and I shimmy them down my legs. They are already wet, and I know he’ll be able to see the evidence of my arousal, but I don’t care. I’m throbbing, pulsing with the need to be filled.
“Lie on the bed and spread your legs.”
I turn my back on the object of my desire and move towards the enormous bed in the centre of the room. I stop at the edge, my heart racing. I place a knee on the mattress and take a deep breath as I crawl up the mattress, my arse in the air, my pussy exposed to Jax’s gaze.
Hands clasp my ankles, and I stop.
“Drop your chest to the mattress. Arse in the air.”
I do as I’m told. I’m naked and exposed, and so turned on I could cry.
“Time to forget everything but me,” he says.
I bite down on my arm to stop myself from crying out as Jax’s mouth locks onto my pussy.
He sucks my clit, before moving higher to my opening. His tongue pierces my entrance as his thumb continues to work its magic on my clit.
He’s relentless. I spread my legs wider, my hips undulating under the onslaught.
He smacks my arse cheek when I pull away, the intensity almost too much.
This is a different Jax, this one is dominant, controlling, and I love it.
My body tightens, readying itself for the earth-shattering orgasm I can feel building.
“Roll over,” he says, just as I’m about to come.
I groan and earn myself another smack.
I do as I’m told. Jax is standing at the foot of the bed, wrapped in a robe, while I lie here, exposed and vulnerable.
“Open your legs.”
Jax moves to my bedside drawer and opens it.
“What are you…”
He holds up one of my toys.
I push up onto my elbows.
“What the?”
He raises an eyebrow. “Are you going to question me, or let me do my job?” he asks. “Open your legs.”
I swallow hard. I’ve never let anyone use one of my toys on me. With Zach, sex was functional.
He switches it on.
Oh hell.
He places my clitoral vibrator against my skin. My hips rise automatically, trying to move it into the correct place.
Jax smirks.
“Patience, kitten.”
I let out an impatient sigh.
His fingers move south to my soaking entrance.
“Someone is very needy,” he says, drawing his fingers up, smearing my arousal around my swollen clit and lips.
He places the vibrator over my clit, and my hips shoot off the bed, my womb contracting.
“Ahhhh,” I say, dropping my head back and closing my eyes.
“That’s it,” Jax says, his lips kissing my stomach.
My hips rise and fall, my knees falling further apart.
“Yes. Please. Jax,” I whisper, biting the inside of my lip as the pressure builds deep in my core.
He finds my entrance, spreading it open with his fingers.
I mewl, slamming my hand over my mouth at the sound.
“That’s right, kitten,” he says.
“You’re so wet, glistening in the light. It’s a beautiful sight.”
I moan at his words, my body has taken on a life of its own.
The clitoral vibrator continues to work its magic. I can feel my pussy swelling, preparing itself.
“Please,” I cry, my head dropping back, my cheeks and body burning up.
“Please, what?”
I can’t reply, I’m too far gone.
Jax presses another finger into my pulsing channel. He curls them upwards. My hips jolt as he begins to move them up and down quickly.
He holds the vibrator in place as he continues to play with my G-spot, stimulating me from the inside and out. Pressure builds, almost too much for my body to take. I twist beneath his onslaught, trying to escape, but he’s relentless.
I bite down on my arm. My body contracts, muscles clenching as the pressure builds, and I finally let go.
“Oh, oh…”
Jax adds another finger, gently sliding them in and out as my muscles contract violently around him. Shudders wrack my body as I totally let go, my cum squirting out of my body at the onslaught, soaking Jax’s hand and the bedsheet beneath us.
“Oh my—” I say, trying to get my brain to restart.
I move to pull away, but Jax places a hand on my stomach, removing the vibrator from my clit. He has dropped his robe and moves between my legs, gently sliding his warm, hard cock into my still contracting body.
“Yes.”
I moan at the sensation of him filling me, the warmth of his body adding the missing piece.
I slide my hands to his ass, digging my fingers into the firm muscle. He begins to move, and I join him until we both fly over the edge and into the abyss.