The kitchen island was cold, but the heat radiating between them was enough to sear. Jax's mouth was a storm, punishing and possessive, and Elias met him with a desperate, starved hunger that Jax hadn't expected. This wasn't the reclusive billionaire or the anxious tech genius; this was a man who had been hollowed out by loneliness, finally finding the one thing that could fill the void.
Jax's hands, massive and rough, slid up from Elias's waist, dragging the charcoal suit jacket off his shoulders. The expensive fabric hit the floor with a soft thud, forgotten. He needed the barriers gone. He needed to feel the skin he had been dreaming about since the rainstorm.
Elias let out a sharp, jagged gasp as Jax's lips left his mouth to trail fire down the column of his throat. "Jaxson... please..."
"Please what?" Jax growled against his skin, his voice a low, vibrating rumble. "Please stop? Or please never stop?"
Elias's head fell back, his silver hair spilling over Jax's forearm as he arched his spine. "Don't stop. God, don't stop."
Jax gripped the edge of the marble island, his knuckles white, as he used his body to press Elias further into the stone. He wanted Elias to feel the sheer size of him, the undeniable reality of his strength. He reached down, his fingers fumbling with the buttons of Elias's dress shirt. He popped two in his haste, the small white discs skittering across the floor.
He pushed the shirt open, revealing Elias's chest-pale, smooth, and rising and falling with frantic breaths. Jax paused for a heartbeat, his gaze devouring the sight. Elias looked like a masterpiece, fragile but resilient, his skin shimmering in the morning sun.
Jax's tongue flicked over a dark nipple, and Elias's entire body jolted. A high, keening moan escaped the smaller man, his fingers digging into Jax's biceps, clinging to the hard muscle as if it were the only thing keeping him from drifting away.
"You have no idea," Jax whispered, his breath hot against Elias's ribs. "How long I've wanted to take you apart. To see if you're this soft everywhere."
He hoisted Elias higher onto the counter, forcing Elias's legs to wrap around his waist. The friction of Jax's heavy slacks against Elias's silk suit pants was electric. Jax buried his face in the crook of Elias's neck, inhaling the scent of him-the sandalwood, the expensive soap, and the musk of rising arousal.
Elias's hands were everywhere-in Jax's hair, tracing the scars on his shoulders, pulling at the hem of Jax's shirt. He was tactile, greedy, his touch a frantic map-making of the man who had become his world.
"You're so much," Elias breathed, his voice breaking. "Too much."
"I'm exactly enough for you," Jax countered. He captured Elias's mouth again, his tongue deep and demanding, claiming every inch of him. He shifted, his hips grinding into Elias's, the hard length of him pressing against the smaller man's core.
Elias let out a choked sound, his eyes fluttering open, clouded with a haze of pure, unadulterated lust. He looked at Jax-really looked at him-and for the first time, there was no fear. There was only a raw, terrifying recognition.
Jax reached down, his hand sliding between their bodies, his thumb brushing over the front of Elias's trousers. Elias's hips bucked instinctively, a soft sob of relief catching in his throat.
"Look at me, Elias," Jax commanded, his voice thick with a need that felt like it might kill him. "I'm not a shadow anymore. Say it."
Elias reached up, his trembling fingers cupping Jax's face, tracing the line of his jaw. "You're mine," he whispered, throwing Jax's own words back at him. "Jaxson. You're mine."
The words were the final spark. Jax didn't care about the board meeting, the Singapore investors, or the millions of dollars. He gathered Elias into his arms, lifting him effortlessly from the counter as if he were made of air, and began the long, heated walk toward the bedroom.
The "First Task" was over. The "First Kiss" had become a revolution. And as Jax kicked the bedroom door shut, he knew that the dynamic had shifted forever. The power wasn't in the bank account; it was in the way Elias looked at him-like a man who had finally been found.
