CHAPTER 12
NAOMIJax gripped my hips and pulled me to the edge of the desk. Dressed in his clothes from earlier, he pressed his hardness against my panties.
For six months, I had been craving a man’s touch—a real man’s touch. And now, I had two men, wanting to devour me.
Noah’s fingers glided up the column of my neck, so slowly until he lightly grabbed my jaw from behind and pulled me against his chest. His scruff brushed against my neck, and I shivered. He placed his lips against the top of my jaw. I could feel him press his hardness into my backside.
Jax kissed me, and I moaned softly into him. But I wanted anything but something soft. I pulled away slightly and smirked.
“Still don’t want me to fix your pack, Jax?” I looked into his eyes, which were darkening by the moment. My finger
