heated eyes dropped to her lips before darting back up to hers. “There’s a price to be paid for mistakes.”
Fallon huffed a frustrated breath, and put her hands on her hips. “Okay, what’s the price of your forgiveness, Jaxson? A pint of blood? My firstborn child? Just tell me and I’ll gladly pay it. I want to move past this with you.”
His lips pinched and blue fire sparked in his eyes as he tugged his shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor. Fallon’s eyes took inventory of every muscle in his broad chest as he reached for his belt buckle and unfastened it.
“What’s my price?” Jaxson asked with a dry laugh, as he slid the zipper of his slacks down the track. “Tell me, Judge Sharpe, since you’re so fair …” He bent to push his pants down to his ankles before stepping out of them. Fallon’s heart stopped beating when he stood back up. Her eyes locked on the front of his tight white boxer briefs that hid nothing, including the fact that he was fully erect under them. “What do you think would be the appropriate price to be paid for ruining my career? For making me live without my dignity for the last five years when you knew the truth for at least half of those years but didn’t tell anyone to save your own self and your father embarrassment?”
Fallon had no idea at all, but her instincts had only steered her wrong once—that night in Cancun. Surely Jaxson Thomas wasn’t suggesting it, but at the moment it was exactly the price she wanted to pay. Dropping to her knees in front of him, Fallon looked up at him when she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of his shorts.
Jaxson’s nostrils flared, his breaths rasped and his eyes dilated as she slowly pushed the shorts over his tight rear end then slid her fingers around the band to push them over his thickly muscled thighs to his knees. She ran her palms back up the silk covered steel columns of his legs and he groaned, a tremor rocked him and his erection thickened.
“Is my dignity for yours a fair price?” she asked, her voice hoarse.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Oh, God, yes it would definitely be a fair price, Jaxson thought, with every muscle in his body rigid as Fallon Sharpe took his painfully hard cock in her hand. That mouth, those full lips wrapped around him would make him forget everything.
Her determined brown eyes left his to focus intently on his cock, her head drifted toward him and her breath fanned his swollen head. All the blood in his body split to rush up to his head and down to his cock. Her breath got hotter as those soft lips touched him and a tremor rocked Jaxson. But his damned conscience wouldn’t let him let her do it. Not for this reason.
Why in the hell did he have to be so damned conscientious? With a growl, he shoved his hand into her wet auburn hair and closed his fist. She whimpered and looked up at him with confusion in her eyes.
“I’m not letting you off that easy,” Jaxson growled, tugging her hair until she stood.
He pulled her to him and slammed his mouth down over hers. He had to at least taste those lips he’d been thinking about all day. Her mouth opened on a gasp and Jaxson’s fist loosened in her hair as his tongue found hers and he absorbed her sweet, minty mewl. With a shuddering sigh, she leaned into him to press her soft breasts into his chest, making his present condition infinitely worse.
Jaxson decided as her talented tongue danced with his that having a conscience sucked. If he wasn’t afflicted, Fallon Sharpe would be on her knees right now putting her hot mouth on his aching cock, rasping her tongue over his sensitive skin, and sucking him like she was sucking at his lips. He would have come quick and hard, like he needed to so badly right then.
The adrenaline crash he was suffering from was one of the worst he’d ever had. That was why he was so damned edgy and itchy and he knew how to fix it. He
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