Lena stiffened.
“I won’t.”
“Then I’ll step out right now and tell your boyfriend we were just having a cozy little chat about old times.
I’m sure he’ll understand.”
“He’s not my boyfriend,” she snapped, too quickly.
“Is that so?” There was pure amusement in his voice.
His hand slid around her hip, palm flattening against her lower belly, pulling her back tighter against him.
His other hand resumed where it left off, finger slipping under the hem of her panties to the bare curve of her ass.
She flinched.
“Jax, don’t-”
“Shhh.” He mimicked her exact warning from earlier.
“You’ll wake your not-boyfriend.”
His finger slid down the crease of her ass toward her center.
“So.
You and Alex.
Not a couple.
Yet you’re hiding in a wardrobe because…?”
“…he might get the wrong idea.”
“Explain that logic to me.”
Her mind raced but her body was already losing the argument.
Her thighs parted a few inches on their own.
“He… has feelings for me,” she whispered, the words sticking in her dry throat.
“I just don’t want him to get hurt if he sees us together.”
His finger brushed through her folds and found her devastatingly wet.
He made a low sound of approval.
Lena shifted her stance, opening herself another inch.
She kept talking as if words could distract from what was happening.
“It would just… complicate things.”
His finger circled her entrance without entering.
“That’s a lie.” His lips grazed her ear.
He traced her perineum before sliding back up through her wetness.
“You two are a messy, fucked up couple, and you’re hiding in here because you don’t want him knowing you’re craving your ex’s cock while he sits ten feet away with flowers.”
Before she could deny it, Alex’s voice filtered through the wardrobe door, incredibly softer and warmer now.
“Hey, baby. How are you?”
Jax’s finger stilled right at her entrance.
“Aww, baby, I miss you so much too…” Alex continued.
“I really can’t wait for you to come back…”
Jax brought his slick finger to his mouth and licked it clean, the grunt of satisfaction vibrating right against her ear.
“Guess you were wrong,” he whispered.
“He doesn’t just have feelings for you, does he? Sounds like there’s a whole other baby waiting somewhere.”
Lena’s chest caved.
Who was Alex talking to?
Nancy?
Someone else?
The flowers, were they even for her?
The pain hit fast and sharp.
“Alright, baby, I’ll talk to you later. Text me when you’re done, okay? I love you.”
Those three words knocked the air clean out of her.
“No more lies,” he murmured, arms tightening around her.
“Admit why you’re really hiding in here. Only then will I give you what you want.”
Lena was still reeling, the image of Alex smiling into his phone burning behind her eyes, warring with the heat Jax’s touch had dragged out of her.
“What I want,” she spat, shaking, “is for you to get the fuck out of this country and never cross my path again until I am dead and buried.”
Jax went completely still.
“Close your legs.”
“Why?”
“I said close them.”
She did.
His hands moved to the sides of her leather panties.
Hidden zippers on each hip.
Two pulls and the fabric slid down her thighs.
His hands hooked into the tops of her net stockings, rolling them down below her knees.
Then she felt the heat of his bare cock between her ass cheeks.
“No.” Panic spiked fast.
“Jax, don’t… Alex will hear…”
He laughed softly.
“Hear how much you love your ex’s cock? Don’t worry. Those sounds stay between us.” He rocked against her, his head nudging at her entrance.
“All I’m doing right now is presenting a challenge.”
“What?”
Two fingers pushed straight deep into her and without warning.
“Ah!” Her spine arched, her head dropping back against his chest.
Her legs parted wider to take them even as her mind screamed at her to stop.
“The challenge,” he said, fingers curling inside her, searching.
His other hand came up to her throat.
“If you win, I resign from Zen. I’ll even leave the country. And if you lose, you give me one week. You’ll be mine to use, to fuck, to ruin.”
His fingers slid out and drove back in, faster.
“The acceptance terms are simple.
If you want to take the challenge, don’t cum on my fingers.
Prove you have some control.
But if you don’t want it…” he curled deeper, “…cum all over my hand.
That means you’re too weak to face me.”
It was twisted logic, designed so she couldn’t win cleanly either way.
A fair version would have been, cum and you accept.
But this was Jax.
He was building a trap and calling it a choice.
No.
A woman’s orgasm lives in her brain.
I control it.
She dragged her mind away from his fingers and went somewhere cold.
Her mother’s funeral.
Jax had told her not to go, that he needed her.
Then Mr. Whiskers.
Her little orange kitten that Jax called a distraction.
She had left him in Jax’s care for the trip and came home to find Jax holding the limp, wet body with a look of complete indifference.
“It fell in the pool,” he’d said.
Something inside her went stone cold.
There is absolutely no way I am cumming for this man.
His fingers kept working, the coil in her belly winding tighter, but she fed herself the anger instead.
Alex’s voice on that call.
Jax’s hand around her throat.
The cold weight of Mr. Whiskers.
She stacked it all like a wall.
“Such a good girl,” Jax murmured, sensing the fight in her.
“Normally you’d be screaming by now.
You must want me to fuck you real bad.”
“No,” she ground out, every muscle trembling with the effort.
“I want you gone. I would do anything to get you out of my life.”
He pinched her clit.
A cry tore out of her and before it could grow louder, his wet fingers were out of her and shoved into her mouth.
“Suck… Unless you want Alex opening the doors right now…”
Tears pricked her eyes.
She sucked weakly on her own arousal before he pushed them back in pussy.
A few more seconds passed and no orgasm came.
He withdrew and gave her ass a light squeeze.
“Fine. You’ve accepted the challenge.”
The moment his hand left her body, a sudden rush of warmth escaped her, pee forced out by sheer overwhelm, splashing against the inside of the wardrobe and down her thighs.
Thankfully, Jax didn’t comment on it.
He simply said, “I’ll share the details of the challenge later. Let’s figure out how the fuck to get out of here first.”
Outside, they heard Glinda’s voice calling for Alex, saying she couldn’t find Lena.
A moment later, the office door opened and shut.
Alex was gone.
They were alone.
The game, Lena realized with a sinking feeling low in her gut, had only just begun.
***
“Here’s the deal, babygirl.” He handed her the towel.
“Zen’s quarterly auction is this weekend, and we’re both going up on auction.”
“I don’t sleep with VIPs,” she said flatly.
“Nobody’s sleeping with anyone. We go up separately, completely naked… and whoever pulls the highest bid wins.”
Lena stared at him.
Then she bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from laughing.
Did he seriously think he was going to out-bid her?
That was the grand challenge?
To see who was hotter??