A Sweet Reunion

Mona never shook Jax from her system. Back in high school he was the only guy who made her wet just by existing, and even ten years later that spark hadn’t dimmed. They ran into each other again at the reunion, both attached, both feeling the same dangerous pull. Another decade went by. Mona was single and sick of timing. When she landed in LA she headed straight for his door, done playing the long game. They barely made it past hello. Clothes hit the floor fast. Jax bent her over the kitchen island and eased that monster cock straight into her ass—twenty years of wanting packed into one raw, brutal thrust after another. No warm-up, no mercy, just thick inches owning every inch of her. Mona’s moans bounced off the walls while he drove deeper, stretching her wider, wrecking every memory of every guy who’d tried and failed to compare. She came first, legs shaking, nails raking marble, and Jax wasn’t far behind. He unloaded so hard she felt it in her throat, hips slamming against her until both of them were spent and grinning like idiots. Some waits are worth it. This one? Absolutely.