Jax stood there, his thick cock rock-hard and throbbing with need. Paige sat on the edge of the bed, her legs spreading slightly as if begging for it.
He blinked and suddenly his vision flooded with information.
Images. Diagrams. Angles. Positions.
Hundreds of them.
They cascaded through his mind like a database downloading at high speed. Standing positions. Bed positions. Wall positions. Variations he'd never even considered before.
'So this is what 14 Technique means. It's not just knowing just 14 techniques it was never that type of stat. It's having an entire arsenal unlocked in my head.'
His lips curved into a grin.
Paige noticed him spacing out. Her voice cut sharp. "What are you waiting for? Get started."
Her tone wasn't affectionate. Wasn't soft. It was commanding and impatient.
This wasn't about love or connection. She was horny. He was here to satisfy that. And he? He was here to farm points.
Transactional.
Simple.
