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“Jax!” she pleaded, trying one last time to release her hands, her movements jagged as she raced toward her orgasm. “Please!”

“I’m not going to fuck you,” he growled. “Because trust me, when I finally take you, you’re going to want to be sober.”

Her lips opened on a silent cry, head thrown back as he ground against her covered cunt. Her breathing picked up, her pulse ferocious against her skin.

“That’s it, use me.”

The orgasm rocked through, her body tensing in her climax. She rode him through the aftershocks, so unapologetic in her need that he wanted to drag it out, to count how many times she could scream.

On his fingers. On his tongue. On his cock.

Except he couldn’t, not yet.

“That’s it,” he groaned, torturing himself. “Come for me.”

Thea slumped forward, and only then did he release her wrists. Her heart raced, the pulse on her throat continuing to thump when he pressed his lips there.

“Go to sleep, little thief,” he said when she relaxed. “I’ll watch over you.”

Chapter 35

Thea

Her first thought was, why the fuck was her head throbbing? The second, why had she decided to sleep on something so uncomfortable?

Thea blinked awake, finding herself lying flat along the sofa with a blanket thrown over her. The pillow beneath her head was wet from where she’d drooled, and her throat hurt as if she’d spent the last few hours snoring. Which was just fabulous, considering her current company.

Sitting up, she swore she felt every bone along her spine click back into place. Jax sat in a chair opposite her, the document she’d swiped from Roach when she’d gone to stab her the second time on the table before him. Eyes squinting, he studied the gibberish across the page before he looked up, and Thea froze.

It took a few mortifying seconds to remember her grinding against him like he was a sex toy. And then another second to remember her begging him to fuck her, only for him to say no.

She was sure her face represented a tomato, her skin prickling.

“Morning,” she said, the word coming out scratchy. “How long was I out?”

Jax raised a brow, his face schooled into the usual emptiness she was used to. Except there was a knowing heat in his gaze, as if she’d rubbed herself against him like a bitch in heat until she’d come apart. Which she had.

Bloody hell.

“We have about an hour before landing,” he replied, leaning back in his chair.

Thea swallowed the uncomfortable dryness of her throat. “Have you slept yet?”

“I don’t sleep.”

“That’s seriously not healthy.” Looking to her right, she found Lucifer staring out the window while Ruhne stretched, still asleep, on the armrest beside him.

Embarrassment burned itself permanently into her soul.

She’d dry humped Jax on a plane, with others only meters away.

“So, I think I should apologise.”

Jax’s brow quirked. “Why?”

Of course, he wasn’t going to make it easy for her. “Because I used you like – ”

“Did I ask for an apology?”