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I closed the door and leaned against it, my lips sore and swollen.

Licking them, I tasted Axel. It was heady. Too good.

I nodded. “That’s the only thing I want.”

The moment the words left my mouth I knew it was a lie.

“I’ve never…I mean, with a guy,” he admitted and swallowed hard. “I don’t know?—”

“If you want to fuck me, I’m down for that,” I replied and started stripping off my clothes. “Or, we can do other things. Whatever you need, however you’re comfortable.”

He nodded quickly but said nothing.

“We have regular physicals, and my last test was negative,” I reassured him. “I’ve got the results here. I’m also on PreP. I thought you should know.”

His gaze met mine and he nodded, licking his lips.

“I’m negative too. I always use condoms.”

I threw my jacket aside, my t-shirt, toed off my boots, and kicked off my socks, until I was standing in nothing but my jeans. My confidence soared as Axel’s eyes roamed over me with hungry heat. I yanked on my zipper and shoved my jeans down and off, leaving me bare except for my black jock.

“Take it off,” Axel groaned. “I want to see all of you.”

I complied, but took my time about it, teasing him. When the cool air finally hit my heated skin, my cock slapped hard against my stomach.

“Jace,” Axel whispered. “Holy shit.”

Without pause, I knew what Axel needed. He was all caught up in his head.

I dropped to my knees in front of him and his sharp inhale told me my instinct was right. I was going to suck his stubborn brains out of his gorgeous cock and leave him begging for more.

“Lose the jacket and lean against the wall,” I commanded.

He did just that, throwing off his navy parka, revealing a tight grey t-shirt that stretched across his broad chest, and jeans that molded to every inch of those sculpted thighs. Axel loomed over me, fit as fuck, hard all over, intimidating to some but not to me. I was always amazed that someone so big could be so agile, but he proved it every time he stepped onto the ice.

Now, he hardly moved at all.

Instead of stripping down, he stood rigid, hands fisted by his sides, like he wasn’t sure what to do. No, not that. He was nervous.

Duh, Axel’s never been with a guy before.

His midnight blues were dark, vulnerable, and the power of that look hit me like a wicked cross-check. Axel sparked a possessiveness that I didn’t even know I was capable of. I loved attention—giving and receiving—but there was something about Axel, fuck, I wanted all of his. And only his. To protect whatever this was between us. To make it good for him.

Because, for some unfathomable reason, it felt like he was already mine.

CHAPTER 20

JACE

Why was Axel fully clothed and me completely naked, the sexiest thing ever?

I reached for his zipper and undid it, taking my time, watching his eyes glaze over and his chest rise and fall, like he’d just raced down the ice at full speed.When I pushed his jeans down to sit low on his hips and reached inside his briefs, taking his hard, leaking cock in my hand, he let out the filthiest moan. His uncut dick was heavy, covered in thick veins, and my mouth watered. Axel was a huge man, and his dick was perfectly proportioned to the rest of him. My ass clenched just thinking about riding him. I slid one experimental hand under his t-shirt, running my fingers along his abs, hot skin and firm muscles quivering with every stroke.

“You don’t need to—” he moaned.

“Yes, I do,” I insisted.

Leaning in, I buried my nose in his blond pubes and drew in a deep inhale, taking in the scent of musk and the citrus bodywash that lingered. Fuck, he smelled delicious, and I couldn’t help but give his taut v-line a teasing lick, tasting salt and something uniquely Axel.

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