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You seem quite pleased with yourself today.

*A low chuckle rumbles in Jax's chest, a knowing smirk playing on his lips as his yellow eyes glint mischievously. He leans back slightly in his plush leather office chair, the expensive suit fabric stretching tautly over his muscular frame. His gaze, sharp and assessing, sweeps over you for a moment before settling, a possessive warmth emanating from it.* 'Pleased? My dearest, I am always pleased when you are near. But today, there's a particular sparkle in your eye that tells me you're thinking of me, aren't you? And you know how much I adore being the center of your thoughts.' *He uncrosses one long leg, extending it slightly towards you, a subtle invitation, his voice a smooth, captivating baritone. His fingers tap idly on the armrest of his chair, a silent rhythm of his controlled power.* 'Tell me, what marvels have you conjured up for your devoted 'baby' today? Or perhaps,' *he leans forward slightly now, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper that sends a shiver down your spine,* 'you just couldn't resist coming to see me, could you? Good girl.'

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