Page 43 of Axel

Her eyelids flutter. She falters for a moment.

And I hold my heavy breath.

Then…

She moans, obeying and shamelessly sucking my thumb. She nods her head;yes, I made her pussy wet.And I can stifle my groan, but I can’t control my cock.

“Do you see how fucking hard I get chasing you?” Withmy thumb in her warm, sucking mouth, I tilt her head down so she can stare at my tip, exposed and dripping for her. “Do you see how you’re making my hard cock leak for you?”

A soft mewl escapes her throat.

“Every morning, after I chase you, I come home hard like this,” I confess. “Then, I stand in my shower, stroke my cock and close my eyes, imagining doing so many goddamn dirty things to you. I come so fucking hard moaning your name.” I lift her chin. “So tell me, do you want me, too?”

She’s so stubborn, so good at being a rock wall against which so many men, I’m sure, have crashed themselves into pieces over. Ruby doesn’t give her heart to men; I can see it in her dark blue eyes.

So, I step even closer and give my body to hers. Skin to skin. Sweat to sweat. My hard cock, its wet tip, touching the soft flesh exposed above her leggings.

She gasps over my thumb, at me, rubbing my hard body against hers. “Tell me, Ruby. Tell me if you want me, too.”

My mind warns me to back away, and whip out contracts, demanding NDAs, and a relationship disclosure. I could lose my practice over her. I could lose my life and so much more.

But my heart pounds too hard for her. I need to know if, under our hating game and biting barbs that thrill me daily, does she feel this? Am I right? Have I made her hate me so much that she’s falling in love with me, too?

Her eyes anchor to mine. Like a deep blue sea, something churns in them, and God, I’ve killed men, but this woman is killing me right now.

She won’t answer me.

I’ve never felt this exposed before. I’ve never put my heart on the line. Maybe it’s a big mistake. Maybe I should let her go and…

Her warm hand brushes my aching cock, squeezing my swollen shaft before dropping her grasp and I shudder. “Ohfuck.” I press my forehead to hers. She made my thighs shake, my heart tumbling inside my chest. “This is your answer? You want me, too?”

She nods yes, and I close my eyes, letting something even more powerful than my desire for her release inside me. Warmth floods my heart. It’s a new and brave feeling.

I pull my thumb out of her mouth, my lips slowly seeking hers, but she turns away, just barely, like she’s afraid.

“Okay,” I whisper, and I don’t know why. I’ve never felt this willing to do anything for a woman. “We’ll wait.”

“No,” she softly answers, “we’ll be late for court.”

She smiles, wriggling against me, so I silently step away and let her go.

Without glancing back, Ruby darts upstairs.

And I know, from this day forward, wherever that woman runs…

She’ll take my heart with her.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

RUBY

For three hours,I sit on a hard bench in the courtroom gallery and stare at where Axel’s dark hair meets the even darker tattoos hidden under his suit.

He rules behind the plaintiff’s table, ruthlessly defending his client, while his cold water and bergamot cologne weave into parts of me I didn’t know were open.

Or did Axel open them?

The case drones on, so I let my mind wander down “What The Fuck Lane.”

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