Page 92 of Black Sheep

I nod.

Still keeping his eyes on me, he drops a kiss on my jaw then lower. My last-minute decision to wear my hair up gives him free rein over my neck.

I’m not surprised when he leans down and runs his nose along the curve of my shoulder, scenting me long and deep. Then his head snaps up, and our eyes clash in the long mirror. “You showered.”

“Yes.” My voice is already a breathy mess, and he’s been in the room less than five minutes.

“So you’re empty?” Anticipation throbs through his voice.

The urge to shout yes shocks me beyond measure. Thankfully, insane chemistry takes over, and I lose the power of speech as his hands drop to mold my hips. He rocks his hips into me, and my ass cradles the rod of his thick erection.

“Have you been waiting for me to come back and fill you up, baby?” he whispers in my ear. One hand creeps beneath my skirt, and his fingers unerringly find my center. In the mirror, I catch the reflection of my engorged clit, already screaming for attention. “Have you?” he probes.

“Yes.”

He cups me harder, his whole hand working me into a frenzy. My knees weaken, and my hands land on the mirror to stop myself from falling.

“Christ, look at you. I want nothing more than to fuck you senseless right now. But we need to go.” With one last rub, he removes his hands.

My mouth drops open in shock. He’s leaving me like this? “Axel…” His name is dangerously close to a whine. And I’m not even ashamed.

“I know, baby.” He drops another kiss on my temple. “I’ll make it up to you later.” He removes a handkerchief from his pocket and wipes my essence off his fingers before he laces them with mine. “Let’s go. Now, before I change my mind.”

I want to say that he’s free to change his mind but I’m suddenly plagued with the need to see Axel outside of this place. I want to see the man others see, to view how he interacts with others besides B.

What I’m hoping for with that, I’m not sure.

We pass B in the lobby. Her gaze drifts over me before she smiles and nods approvingly.

Axel’s car is waiting in the underground garage but he bypasses it and heads for a limo idling a few spots away. He reads my surprise and shrugs. “I’m not in the mood to drive tonight.”

The moment we slide into the sumptuous seats and the door shuts, I know why. I’m in his lap before the car hits street level.

A thorough kissing session later, he lifts his head. “Did you enjoy your drinks with B this afternoon?”

My eyes widen. “You know.” Of course he does.

“She mentioned it.”

His gaze demands an answer. I shrug. “It was fine.”

“Just fine?”

“You want to know if we talked about you?”

One brow lifts.

“You may have come up in conversation for a minute.”

A slight tension seizes him. “Anything I should know about?”

I recall my conversation with B and struggle to keep a neutral expression. “Only if you’re interested in female gossip.”

He stares at me for a handful of charged seconds before he takes my mouth again. When we part, he rests his head against the seat and slides his thumb over my bottom lip. “What’s going on between us is no one else’s business, Cleo.” His words hold a clipped warning.

A trail of ice chills my spine. I attempt to shift from his lap. He holds me in place. “I’m not exactly shouting it from the rooftops.”

“Good. There are some things you already know too much about.”

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