Chapter 1: Overtime Heat
The break room was a mess of half-empty coffee cups and crumpled schedules, the air thick with the stale scent of burnt popcorn. Julian leaned against the edge of the metal desk, his broad shoulders tense, eyes flicking to the clock. Five minutes until his shift at the warehouse started. Five minutes until he had to pretend he wasn’t burning up from the inside out, replaying last night’s slow, torturous tease in his mind. Jax had taken her sweet time then, dragging every touch out until he’d been begging. But now? Now, there was no time for games.
The door slammed open, and there she was—Jax, all sharp edges and unrelenting swagger, her work boots scuffing the linoleum. Her dark eyes locked on him like a predator sizing up prey, and a smirk curled her lips. ‘You look like you’ve been waiting for me, Jules. Miss me already?’
Julian scoffed, crossing his arms, though the heat in his chest betrayed him. ‘Don’t flatter yourself. I’ve got better things to do than pine over your sorry ass.’
‘Oh, really?’ Jax stalked closer, her voice low and dripping with challenge. ‘Because that flush on your neck says otherwise. Bet you’re already hard just thinking about last night.’ She stopped inches away, her breath hot against his ear. ‘Bet you’re dying for me to finish what I started.’
He gritted his teeth, hating how right she was, how his body was already reacting to her presence. ‘You’ve got three minutes before we’re both late, hotshot. Better make it quick if you’re so damn confident.’
Jax’s laugh was sharp, cutting through the tension like a blade. ‘Oh, I don’t need long to wreck you.’ In one swift motion, she grabbed his hips, spinning him around and shoving him face-down over the cluttered desk. Papers scattered, a pen rolled to the floor, and Julian’s breath hitched as the cold metal bit into his skin through his shirt. ‘Stay still,’ she growled, her hands already yanking at the waistband of his jeans, dragging them down just enough to expose him. ‘Clock’s ticking.’
‘Bossy as hell,’ Julian muttered, though his voice was strained, his fingers gripping the desk’s edge. ‘You gonna talk or actually do something?’
‘Keep running that mouth, and I’ll make you regret it,’ Jax shot back, her tone laced with wicked promise. He felt her press against him, the heat of her body a stark contrast to the cool air on his skin. Her hand slid down, teasing, testing, and he couldn’t hold back the low groan that escaped. ‘That’s what I thought,’ she purred, her fingers tightening on his hip. ‘You’re already so damn ready for me.’
The urgency was electric, the seconds slipping away as the world narrowed to the hard surface beneath him and the commanding presence behind. Julian’s pulse hammered, every nerve on edge, knowing they were cutting it close—too close. But that only made it hotter, the risk fueling the fire. Jax wasn’t gentle, wasn’t slow, and he didn’t want her to be. Not now. Not when they were both so horny, so desperate to chase that edge before the buzzer sounded.
Her breath was hot on his neck, her words a hissed taunt. ‘Gonna make you lose it right here, Jules. Right on this shitty desk.’ And with that, she moved, fast and possessive, driving him to the brink with a pace that left no room for thought, only raw, unfiltered need.
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