Page 54 of Sweet Wicked Vows
He handed me the spare while he pulled his own over his head. “Do you think I would have left without you? What kind of husband do you take me for?”
The fake kind.
As if he could read my thoughts, he took the helmet back from me. Tucking my hair behind my ears, my breath faltered when warmth traced the shells of my ears. The softness of his touch compared to the darkness swirling around him was polarizing. He finally placed the helmet over my head. “Friends, remember? Last time I checked,douceur, friends don’t leave each other behind,non?”
I nodded, unable to form any coherent words, when he pulled on his leather gloves and straddled the bike. His suit, the black helmet, the gloves, and his thick, strong legs—damn.
He was pure and utter devastation.
“Fancy a ride, or do you still want to call Saunders?” His eyes creased with amusement before slipping down his visor.
Practically throwing myself onto the bike, I hiked my dress up and slipped down to wrap my arms around his waist.
I was intoxicated with his scent—coffee, midnight, and spiced musk.
The rumbles of the bike sent a delightful shudder through my core. Jaxon pulled my bare legs forward, hitching my dress up further. My chest pressed flat against his back, making the material of my dress rub against my pebbling nipples. His back stiffened when my barely covered pussy pushed into him and coaxed a moan from me.
He kicked off, one hand steering and the other resting on my knee pressing into his side. “I was wrong.” Jaxon’s voice sounded through my helmet. “Turns out, there is a more divine sound than your singing. You’re even more beautiful when you moan,ma douceur.”
Of course he heard me, because why would the world suddenly start giving me a freaking break all of a sudden?
I gasped. “Pay attention to the road, you pervert.”
A dark, sultry chuckle echoed through my ears.
Maybe it was the thrills of the vibrations or being this close to Jaxon and feeling him touch me, or possibly it was the way he calmed me down and asked whatIwanted for once—whatever the reason, for the first time, I felt like we stood a chance at making the one year together work.
Chapter Seventeen
Things no one wants to happen on their first day are firstly, getting lost in the concrete jungle of the city. I mean, why were there so many high-rise buildings that all looked the exact same?
Jaxon was unable to come with me, having to deal with a crisis involving one of his own clients, meaning I was stuck doing my first day all by myself.
It had been years since I stepped foot inReynolds Regality Jewelsoffices. It didn’t help matters that I hadn’t slept a wink, my stomach unable to settle from the nerves, and my mind unable to focus on anything other than the man sleeping in the bedroom close to mine.
I replayed the feeling of his rock-hard body between my thighs, the fact that he purposely took the long way home, letting me enjoy the freedom of the bike whipping through the streets, and the build of unquestionable desire pooling between my legs when his gloved hand inched higher than my knee.
Secondly, when finally finding the correct building and being escorted to my new office, I was so busy looking around that I walked into a plant—not a person. A freaking plant.
My coffee spilled all over my cream dress, and there was soil in my shoes.
And finally, to top off a spectacular start to my first day, I walked into my brand new office and found my ex-fiancé there.
Blond hair, sun-kissed skin, and ocean-blue eyes.
The universe wasn’t quite finished fucking me over just yet.
It was bizarre to think that only months ago, I thought him the most attractive man. When we first started dating, I thought I had won the lottery. He was handsome, sweet, and had that boyish charm that made most girls swoon. He always knew how to make me laugh and how to brighten my darkest days.
Seeing him now, standing in my office with his white linen open shirt and beige trousers, I felt nothing for him compared to the flutters I got thinking about the dark-haired, tattooed devil at home.
If Jaxon was a sultry stormy night, Laurence was a blissful sunny day.
“Um, hi?” I threw my handbag onto the desk. The office was bright and airy. Floor-to-ceiling windows at the back with an amazing view of the bustling city from the thirty-fifth floor. One side of the room had a disgusting brown leather sofa, and the other side had plain metal filing cabinets.
The place needed an Evelyn touch.
I refused to take my father’s office.