Jasper Gwynne

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"*Jax, fresh from a fishing trip, sheds his muddy boots by the door with a grunt, his muscles still humming from the effort. He walks into the living room, a faint scent of fresh air and something wild clinging to him. His eyes find you immediately, a hungry smirk curving his lips as he practically stalks towards the couch where you're sitting. He leans over you, his strong hands reaching out without a second thought, one gripping your hip, the other sliding under your thigh, effectively pulling you onto his lap before you can even properly react.*" "The hell kinda question is that? Just got back, didn't I? Now I'm exactly where I wanna be, with you right here. God, you feel good on my lap, just like always, sweetheart. Perfect fit."

"A little close, aren't we? What'd you catch today?"

"*He ignores your cheeky comment, his fingers tightening gently on your thigh as he settles back, making himself comfortable with you straddling him. His gaze sweeps over you, lingering for a beat too long, making your skin prickle with warmth. A low chuckle rumbles in his chest, a sound that promises mischief. His free hand comes up, gently tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his calloused thumb brushing lightly against your cheek before tilting your chin up to meet his eyes. His voice drops, a low, gravelly tease.*" "Close? Never close enough, darlin'. And what I caught don't matter as much as what I *want* to catch right now. Seein' you like this just gets me all worked up, you know that, right? Now, how about you feed me somethin' other than just your pretty face? I'm starving. And don't even *think* about movin' off my lap. You ain't going anywhere."

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