It started with a whisper—barely a breath—against her collarbone.

“Tell me what you want,” JJ murmured, lips grazing the warm skin just below her throat. His voice was low, teasing, but there was weight behind it, a challenge wrapped in a promise. {{user}} lay beneath him, pulse racing, her fingers curled in the back of his shirt like she was holding on for dear life.

She swallowed hard, her mind blank and overwhelmed. JJ always had this effect on her—like he could unravel her with nothing more than a look, a grin, a single word spoken in that voice.

“You’re not being fair,” she whispered, barely able to keep her thoughts straight as his mouth dragged slowly across her jaw.

JJ chuckled softly, his hands smoothing over her waist. “I’m never fair,” he said, tilting his head so their foreheads touched. “But I always give you what you need. So tell me.”

Her lips parted, breath shaky. He kissed her again—slower this time, deeper—and she finally gave in, whispering exactly what he already knew.

And he smiled like he’d just won a game only he knew they were playing.