Page 15 of Axel

She pulls back just enough that my forehead rests against hers. We’re both panting, her fingers gripping my shirt and my hands on her hips. “I’m still on the fence.”

“This doesn’t feel like you’re on the fence, Princess.”

“The research assistant position is a very special one,” she says, that familiar mischievous twinkle in her eyes as one hand slides down my chest. “You might need to do an interview orsomething.” Her palm moves over my hard cock and gives it a gentle squeeze. “So I can make sure you’re the right fit for the job.”

“You want an interview, Princess?” My words are both a challenge and petition for permission.

“Yes,” she says, amber eyes sparkling. “I do. Right now.”

I drop my lips quickly to hers, digging my fingers into her hips to spin her around until her back is against my chest. “I want you to put your hands on the edge of the desk,” I whisper against her ear. “And under no circumstances do you remove them, or I’ll stop.”

“Bossy,” she says approvingly. “I like it.”

“Princess?”

“Yes?”

“You have to be quiet.” I pull her hair back from her neck and kiss her soft skin. “That door doesn’t lock.”

She nods, a soft moan escaping her throat as I trail my fingers down both sides of her body. As if we have all day when I know damn well we do not. If we’re in here too long, Leeann will come looking for me.

I tease the waistband of her leggings with my fingertips, inching it down so slowly I don’t know who it’s torturing more—Kelsey or me. My cock throbs with need to be inside her. But I’ll be damned if I let the fucker have his way for the first time in this little back office with no windows. The first time I claim that pussy, it’ll be in my bed after I’ve spent ample time exploring her body with my tongue.

When her leggings and silk panties hang halfway down her ass, I return my attention to the front. I use my left hand so my arm won’t rub against her fresh tattoo. There’s just enough access between the stretched fabric and her soft skin for me to easily slide my fingers down without it getting in the way. Ibrush the tip of her wet folds with a single fingertip, and she gasps.

I slide one finger between her pussy lips and start to trace slow circles through her sweet wetness. Good fucking god this is heaven.

I watch in rapture as her fingers curl tighter on the desk. “Don’t let go, Princess.”

Her head tilts back, the strawberry scent of her shampoo invading my senses. Maybe it was never jasmine. Maybe it was always this fruity shampoo. What would it be like to wake up smelling strawberries every morning? For that scent to be seared into my pillowcases?

I slip my hand down further, until my middle finger finds her center. I plunge it inside so quickly her head snaps forward and she swallows a moan.

“So fuckingwet.” I pull my finger out slowly, then thrust it back into her tight channel. “Were you this wet last night, when you were beingnaughty?”

“Yes,” she gasps, her confession a panted whisper.

“Do you want me to make you come?” I ask as I repeat the motion.

“Yes!” she pleads.

With my middle finger still inside her, I swirl my thumb around her swollen bud. She clamps her lips shut and whimpers. I know she’s close.

I yank my finger out from inside her and stop my thumb.

“Hey,” she objects.

I start to swirl my thumb gently against her clit. “If you want me to make you come, Princess, there’s one thing I want from you.”

“What?” she asks desperately.

“You have to go out on a date with me.”

“What?”

“One date.”

“Axel, I’m leaving in two weeks.”

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