Jaxon Jordan has the woman of his dreams in Emily Wilson. She’s all he’s ever wanted, and they’ll be married on Christmas Eve. But dreams don’t always come true and sometimes are set off course. When a woman claiming to be Emily’s real mother comes on the scene and plants doubt in Emily’s mind, it’s up to Jax and the Jordan family to get to the truth.
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Her Christmas Wedding (Jordan Brothers 5)
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Copyright ©2019 Megan Slayer
“How are you coming with the flower order?” Jax eased up behind Emily. “Need a break?” He kissed her neck and threaded his arms around her. “Baby?”
Emily whimpered and forgot all about her work at the computer. She loved her fiancé and appreciated his interruption. She rested her head on his shoulder. “I’m still trying to finish it, but I’m game for whatever you’re thinking.” Christmas music filtered through the air from her computer, and the scent of pine and vanilla swirled around her.
He turned her around in the office chair to face him. A wicked sparkle shimmered in his eye as he slid one hand beneath the collar of her shirt and popped the button on her jeans with the other hand. He pinched her nipple through the fabric of her bra, then rolled the tight bundle of nerves.
She arched into him and moaned. “Jax.” She threaded her fingers into his hair. “You’re naughty.” Excitement shot through her veins. She needed him more than her next breath. Flames licked her from within.
He rose up on his knees and kissed her. While he sucked on her tongue, he eased his fingers beneath the waistband of her panties and down to her pussy.
Her thoughts turned to mush as he massaged her breast in time with his presses against her clit. She gasped and rocked into him. He nibbled his way down her chin to her throat. He bit, digging his teeth into her skin.
He hadn’t asked or demanded, but she let go of his hair and braced herself on her elbows long enough to shove her jeans down her thighs to her ankles.
“Yes.” He shoved her shirt up over her chest and continued to massage her breast.
She arched into him again. He controlled her, playing her body, and she loved it. She wanted everything available to him.
He parted her pussy lips and smeared her juices over her folds. “Christ, you’re wet for me.” He pumped one finger into her cunt. “I love it. Need me?”
“Yes.” She shivered, despite the fever in her veins. Her nerve endings sizzled, and she opened her legs wide. “Please?”
He buried his face between her legs. “Yum.” He swiped his tongue down the seam of her pussy before sucking hard on her clit. His hum vibrated along her spine.
She cupped the back of his head as he buried his nose in her pubic hairs. He turned her senses inside out. A whimper resonated in her throat. “Jax.” She panted. “Fuck me.” He’d barely started fingering her, yet he had her close to the edge.
He let go of her clit with a pop, then eased his finger from her pussy. “On your knees on the chair and face away from me. Hold onto the back. Show me your ass.” He stood and unzipped. In seconds, he had his cock out and was stroking himself.
She scrambled into position, but glanced over her shoulder. She waggled her ass at him.
“I love your butt.” He swatted her. “All mine.” He grasped her hips and pushed into her with one thrust. He filled her to the hilt. “Fuck.”
She shivered as he stretched her. The burn encouraged her.
Within seconds, he worked into a steady rhythm. In and out. He increased his pace, and the sound of his moans blotted out the sounds of the Christmas music.