The afternoon sun filtered through the curtains of Jax’s apartment, casting long shadows across the bed where I lay tangled in his arms. My body was still sore from the night before, but the warmth of his skin against mine felt dangerously comforting. For the first time in weeks, I felt truly seen not as a wife or mother, but as a woman consumed by desire.
Jax traced lazy circles on my bare back, his voice low and rough with morning gravel. “You’re quiet today, baby. Still thinking about him?”
I turned to face him, my fingers brushing over the intricate tattoos on his chest. “I can’t stop. The kids… Jimmy’s message. He said if I don’t leave you, he’ll make sure I never see them again.”
Jax’s eyes darkened, but his touch remained gentle as he cupped my face. “He’s scared. He knows he’s l
