Jax’s POV
I leave the room, my mind buzzing with the promise of what’s to come. Wrapping my arms around Blake from behind, I feel his body relax into mine. My lips find the curve of his neck, brushing softly before I nip at the sensitive skin. My fingers thread through his hair, tugging just enough to make him shiver beneath my touch.
We're going on holiday, but I'm not looking forward to the long hours, and I can't f**k someone on the way, not with the baby being present, so he needs to be punished.
“Did you pack already?” I whisper, my voice low and laced with intent, the edge of my teeth grazing his ear.
“Yes, Jax,” he mutters, the hint of exasperation in his tone making me smirk. But I’m not done. My hips press into his, grinding slowly and deliberately, savouring the way his body
