Upward again, a tighter thrust into all that silken pussy he just wanted to lose himself in. Over and over until Em hissed in his ear, circled her hips one last time before she gasped and stiffened.
Her eyes were closed now, her head falling back against the wall, her creamy white throat a long column he pressed his lips against when he came, too. The sting of it, the sharpness of it tightened his chest, made his muscles curve and flex like an archer’s bow.
Jax sagged against Em while he came to terms with what he’d just done, cradling her, smoothing his hands over her back, striving to catch his breath.
Damn. He’d been rough. He’d taken his crap out on her.
“Did we just have angry sex?” she asked, her lips against his neck.
Jax’s head popped up to see her smiling. “Yeah, but I wasn’t angry with you. I shouldn’t have—”
Em’s fingers went to his lips and she shook her head. “No. Don’t explain, please. Now I can check another thing off my list.”
“Your list?”
“Uh-huh. I’ve never had angry sex before. That was incredible.”
Now he shook his head. This woman. He’d just taken his bad day out on her and she was checking things off her sexual to-do list? “I was wrong to—”
Her fingers were back on his lips. “No. Not another word. I don’t know why you were angry, but it doesn’t matter. And it’s not like you forced me, Jax. You did ask. I said yes,” she said, her grin smug and impish at the same time.
“You’ve never had angry sex?”
Her eyes squinted while she thought about his question. Jesus, she was adorable. “I don’t think so. I mean, I’ve been angry, yes. But it wasn’t in the heat of the moment. The argument was usually long done and I was just holding a secret grudge. So, no. I’ve never had angry sex like that. That was passionate, and spontaneous, and awesome.”
He wanted to tell her he’d have angry sex with her anytime she wanted. He wanted to tell her how much he’d missed her. Instead, he smoothed the back of her hair down. “So that means you’ve never had makeup sex, either.”
“Nope.”
“Well, then. Wanna fight?” he joked, kissing her irresistible lips
Realization hit her as the voices of the other women and the sounds of the office began to filter back between them, and Em was all business. “What have you made me do?”
He gave her his best guilty look, reaching behind her to pick a paint chip from her hair. “But you just said I didn’t make you.”
She slapped at his chest, pushing at him to let her down. “You know what I mean, Jax Hawthorne. We’re at work! How am I ever going to get out of here with an office full of people out there? Oh, gravy. What if they heard us, you sex maniac?”
He loved when she went all bossy and professional on him. He kissed the tip of her nose while pulling up his pants. “You’re right. I’m a disgusting heathen. I’ll create a distraction, you slip out, okay?”
Despite the fact that she was clearly annoyed with him, she giggled, smoothing her skirt back down over her thighs. She waved a finger under his nose, her eyes glittering and playful. “It better be good, Mr. Hawthorne. If someone’s out there, you’d better give the best, red-carpet-worthy performance of your life. Now go. And hurry up—I have a Skype meeting with our accountant.”
Jax grabbed her finger and brought it to his lips. “So, tonight?”
She rolled her eyes while she slipped her lost shoe on. “Tonight, what?”
“Makeup sex. You’re angry with me now. We have to make up, right? Isn’t that on your list?”
She stood on tiptoe and planted a kiss on his lips. “Fine, fine. Tonight. Now hurry!”
He chuckled to himself when he popped the door open. Mostly because he’d gotten his way. A quick scan of the hall said it was all good. Turning back to her, he said, “Coast is clear.”
She gave him one last warning glance that said it better be, and slipped past him out into the hall, leaving the scent of pears in his nose.
Jax chuckled again at the sight of her cute ass sashaying down the hall to her own office.
He didn’t have the heart to tell her the zipper on the back of her skirt was still unzipped.
*
Em sipped her coffee, pushing her grilled chicken around on her plate with disinterest.
“So, what’s new?” Dixie asked.
“Not much.”
Dixie grabbed the fork in Em’s hand and stilled her motion. “Are we having dinner, or are you, me and Jax’s lingering memory having dinner?”
Em’s eyes met Dixie’s. Almost. It was sort of eye contact but not a total immersion gaze. She was getting so good at it. “I don’t know what you mean.” She studied her plate.
“You do know what I mean. I mean, accordin’ to those who gossip, Jax was taking you and the kids out for macaroni and cheese right after you spit in Louella Palmer’s eye in the school yard.”