Emma sat nervously in the waiting room of the women’s clinic, her legs pressed tightly together. The heavy steel plug was still lodged deep in her p***y, keeping the morning load Jax had dumped inside her before she left the house. Mark had offered to come with her to the first prenatal appointment, but she had lied smoothly, telling him it was just a routine check and she didn’t want him missing work. The truth was far darker: she wanted Jax there.
Her phone buzzed.
Jax: *Here. Look up.*
She glanced toward the entrance and saw him walking in, dressed casually like a supportive friend. Tall, confident, and radiating that dangerous energy that made her thighs clench. He signed in as her “close friend” and sat beside her, his hand casually resting on her knee under the privacy of her jack
