The morning light had long since given way to the muted glow of late afternoon by the time Jax finally untangled himself from Luciano’s limbs. Luciano lay sprawled on his stomach, one arm draped over Jax’s waist even in sleep, his dark hair fanned across the pillow, lips slightly parted. Jax brushed a thumb over the shell of his ear, tracing the delicate curve before pressing a kiss to his temple. Luciano stirred, murmuring something sleep-drunk and incoherent, but didn’t wake. With a reluctant chuckle, Jax extricated himself, sliding from the bed with the quiet efficiency of a man who’d done this a thousand times—careful not to disturb the peace of the one he loved.
Jax padded barefoot toward the office, his muscles still loose from hours of being worshipped, his mind sharpening with the
