God, he wanted to take her to bed and spend the day there with her. But it would cost the production company tens of thousands in wasted filming costs, Renegades thousands in income, and a ping to Jax’s stellar reputation as the most dependable stunt guy in the business.
That was a pretty damned expensive day of sex.
He had to use every muscle in his body to control the pressure of his fingers as he eased his hand from the soft heat of Lexi’s nearly bare pussy. His cock was still a shaft of lead cradled against her ass. The woman had an amazing body. He could imagine why men would hit on her at the sight of it, because the feel of it made him want to throw thousands of dollars and a reputation he’d taken years to build to the wind.
But even with his mind hazed, her excuse for hiding her identity didn’t completely ring true. He was more apt to believe her comment on the plane about his ability to damage her reputation. His own family had shied away from claiming him at numerous Hollywood events when he’d shown up in anything less than Armani, including the Taurus World Stunt Awards. His first movie where his company ran every stunt, nominated in four categories, and only his father and oldest brother had shown. Then they hadn’t sat in the seats he’d had reserved for them—next to him up front.
A familiar hollow shadowed his excitement. He’d like to believe that painful memory had come out of the ether, but the thought of her comment on the plane had been the prompt.
Not something he wanted to think about or face right now.
Jax winced as Lexi pulled her nails from his forearm. That would leave a mark. Five of them, actually.
“I’m sorry,” she murmured. “I didn’t realize…”
“I’m fine. ” Though he was still dizzy from the adrenaline and testosterone pumping through his blood.
She turned in his arms, pressed the front of her body against his, and Jax lost every thread of control he’d gained. All that softness, all those curves. Good God in heaven…
“Lexi,” he groaned, his hands at her waist.
She combed her fingers through his hair, let them slide over his forehead, his closed eyelids, his cheeks. “What color are your eyes?”
“I don’t know,” he muttered.
He felt stupid assigning his eyes a color. No one had ever asked him that before. The women he dated knew everything about him. At least everything they’d memorized from the Internet or what friends told them.
She laughed, the sound light, happy, and Jax found himself smiling. “You don’t know the color of your own eyes?”
“They’re…brown-green-something-boring. ”
“Hazel?” she asked, a smile lifting her voice. “Are you too hot to say hazel?”
“No, I’m too stupid. Are yours blue?”
“Mmm-hmm. ” She cupped his face, found his lips with her thumbs, and pulled his head down. Her mouth was soft, hot. Delicious. The way she slid her tongue between his lips made him moan and tighten his hands on her waist. He pulled away. “Lex, honey, you’re not making a day on horseback look any easier. ” God, he didn’t want to leave. “Baby, I gotta go. ”
“I know. ” Something in her voice changed, deepened. She pressed her hands against his chest and walked him backward, toward the sofa. “But I’m not sending you out to ride horses all day with a hard-on like that. ”
His thighs hit the arm of the sofa, and she grabbed his belt. His adrenaline kicked up again. Heat burst low in his belly. He covered her hands with his, but that didn’t keep her from getting his pants undone quicker than he could.
“Lexi, I’m sorry, baby, I don’t have time to fuck you—” Her hand slid into his underwear, and Jax sucked air. The flesh-on-flesh contact shot electricity to the base of his spine. He gripped her arms, more to steady himself than to pull them away. “Ah, shit. ”
“You’re not going to fuck me. I’m going to fuck you. ” She pushed his jeans and underwear low enough to pull his cock into her hands. “With my mouth. ”
She dropped to her knees. Excitement surged through Jax. He didn’t always enjoy the sight. For him, it depended on the woman. Depended on the reason she was on her knees. The real reason. Because sucking him was ultimately just a means to an end—a nonsexual end.
But even in the dark, even only able to see Lexi’s silhouette, his chest hitched at the sight. His gut clenched in anticipation.
She slid one hand up his belly, scratched her nails back down to the base of his cock. His shaft twitched. His balls swelled. She caressed his length in her hands. Jax fisted his hands in the sofa’s plush fabric at his hips. She licked his tip, and heat shot down his cock, exploded in his pelvis. Jax gritted his teeth.
“And since you’re short on time,” she said, “I’ll just follow your lead and make this hard and fast. I’ll have all night to suck you off slowly and enjoy every second of it. No rushing. Right?”
She held his cock with one hand; the other gripped his thigh through his jeans. Her words were still sinking in, the meaning not fully registering in his clouded brain when her mouth closed over the head of his cock.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned. “Lexi—”
She slid his entire length into her mouth. His head pushed into her tight throat, and a blast of ecstasy exploded through his shaft, pounded his