After ending her call with Jamal, Mari headed to the kitchen to join Jax, and she found him standing by the cooker.
She smiled as she watched him stirring a creamy sauce in a small pan with one hand, while the other flipped seasoned chicken pieces in another.
He had a cool R & B playing low from his phone. A gleam of mischief crept into her eyes as her gaze fell on his wide shoulders and the curve of his neck.
She smiled as she stealthily tiptoed toward him, holding her breath to keep quiet.
Then, without a word, she wrapped her arms around his waist from behind and pressed her lips to the back of his neck, which she remembered he mentioned was his very sensitive spot.
Jax stiffened. He sucked in a breath like someone had hit a switch. "Mari," he groaned. His voice was low and thick.
She giggled and kissed his neck again, a little lower this time, seeing that the spot seemed to make him lose it, and she wanted to make him lose it.
