At the family reunion, Jax couldn't take his eyes off his cousin's wife, Elara. She was the kind of woman who turned heads without even trying. Her auburn hair was styled in loose waves that cascaded down her shoulders, and her curves were perfectly accentuated by her form-fitting dress.

As the night wore on, Jax found himself drawing closer and closer to Elara. He couldn't help it. There was something about her that made his blood boil. When they finally found themselves alone in a secluded corner of the garden, Jax couldn't resist any longer.

He pressed her against the wall, his breath hot against her neck. "I've been thinking about this all night," he growled. "I can't take it anymore." Elara gasped, but didn't pull away. Instead, she gripped his hair and pulled his face to hers, their lips meeting in a fiery kiss.

Their hands roamed over each other's bodies, not caring who might stumble upon them. "This is wrong," Elara moaned as Jax worked his way down her neck. "We shouldn't be doing this."