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“How did you find this place?” I ask, scooting closer to him. I love that we have the round corner booth. It has the best view, of both the restaurant and of anyone bringing us our order. I slide my hand onto his thigh, smiling when I hear him suck in a in breath.

“A client told me about it.” Axel reaches for his glass of ice water, and I’m hyper aware of his fingers wrapped around it. I squeeze my thighs together, but it’s no use. My pussy remembers the feel of those very capable fingers and the greedy bitch wants more.

“How long have you been tattooing?” I ask, hoping that casual conversation might break some of the growing sexual tension swirling between us. Then again, it might help if I wasn’t gently rubbing his jean-clad thigh.

“Since I was eighteen.”

“Really?”

“That hard to believe, Princess?”

I turn my chin to look at him. “Why do you call me that?”

“Do you not like it?”

“I like it,” I admit. I like it way too much. “I just don’t know where it came from.”

“Really?” He drops his hand on my shoulder, and I damn near melt on the spot. The sensation of his calloused palm just does something to me. It might also be the possessive way his fingers curl into my skin. As though he wants everyone in this restaurant to know I belong to him.

The thought should tempt me to slip away to the little girl’s room and crawl out the window. To run away. Instead, I slide my fingers closer to the bulge in his jeans. I bet his cock is massive. I bet it’d feel so fucking good inside me.

“I call you Princess because you showed up at my door all pissed off about staining your favorite shirt. It came off a little high maintenance,” he says, a smile tugging at his lips. As though he wants me to see it, but barely.

“I’m notthathigh maintenance,” I say, allowing my pinky finger to graze his erection.

A low groan escapes Axel’s throat.

“You don’t like to be pampered?” he challenges.

“I didn’t saythat.”

Axel lowers his mouth to my ear, his voice a gravely whisper as he says, “That’s good. Because there are dozens of ways I could pamper you.”

“Like?” The only confirmation I have that the question actually escaped my lips is Axel’s response to it.

“For starters, I could spend hours savoring your pussy with my tongue.”

A shiver of delight attacks my whole body. “Maybe you could show me.”

“Tonight?”

“Now.”

“But we haven’t even ordered dessert.”

I look right at him. “You know damn well the kind of dessert I want, Axel.” I cup my hand around his erection and squeeze hard. “So take your princess home and pamper her.”

10

KELSEY

I’m spreadout on Axel’s very comfy bed, completely naked. I watch as he undresses himself, revealing the dozens of tattoos I suspected he was hiding. I hope two weeks is enough time to memorize them all, both with my fingertips and with my lips.

I suck in a gasp as his jeans drop to the floor, and his massive cock springs free. I’ve written about heroines who are desperate to take in a cock the size of The Hammer of Thor, but I’ve never felt that way myself.

Until now.

I don’t know how he’ll fit inside me, I just know he will.

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