Page 75 of Double Standards
“You, Axel,” she moans, raw and breathless.
“Whose pussy is this?”
“Yours!”
I groan and lean in, dragging my teeth over her nipples again.
She whimpers, desperate and close. “Please,” she cries out, her body trembling. “I want to come.”
“Please what?”
“Please don’t stop,” she begs, nearly sobbing with need.
I slam into her harder, angling her leg up against her chest. The new depth makes her scream, her entire body bowing off the counter. I swirl my hips, hitting that perfect fucking spot again and again.
“Come for me, baby,” I whisper into her mouth, and she detonates.
Her body convulses, muscles seizing as her orgasm shatters her. She screams my name, voice raw, and I don’t stop. I want her to feel every second of it.
I pull out just as she begins to come down, pumping my cock fast and hard until I’m spilling all over her tits and stomach, groaning through clenched teeth as my release blinds me. My hips jerk, the pleasure borderline painful. My hand slams against the counter to keep me upright, when all I want to do is sink into her again.
When I can finally catch my breath, I look down at her—wrecked, radiant, and still the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Her skin glows, lips kiss-bruised, eyes half-lidded with bliss.
Reluctantly, I step back and head to the sink. The cool water runs over the cloth as I soak it, wring it out, then return to her—still sprawled and stunning on the counter, her breath evening out.
I clean her slowly, the warm cloth a soft contrast against herflushed skin. Her hands drift up my chest as I lean in, drawn back to her like gravity.
“This is so wrong,” she giggles, voice hoarse and wild with afterglow.
“How so?” I ask, brushing her mouth with mine.
“You’re my client. We shouldn’t be doing this,” she murmurs, though the mischief in her eyes tells me she’s not regretting a damn thing.
“Which is exactly why we should be doing this,” I smirk.
“You’re ridiculous.”
She might be right. But I also know this: she's mine. And I’ll never stop wanting her.
And she’s perfect.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
I’ve been staying at Lexie’s all week. Facing Cooper isn’t something I’m ready for, so I settle for borrowing Lexie’s things. We’ve already agreed it’s temporary, but I get the sense she doesn’t mind the company.
This morning, I’m focused on preparing for Axel’s trial. I know the odds are in my favor, but I can’t shake the unease crawling beneath my skin. Aiden Daniels has been acting shady, too shady to ignore. He’s already tried to bribe me once. Who knows what else he’s planning?I need to stay sharp.
With one last glance in the mirror, I head out. I’m not surprised to find Trigger waiting, leaning casually against the SUV. They always seem to find me. I’d bet my wage that he’s got me tracked somehow.
Regardless of my inner thoughts, I climb in and immediately feel the weight of four pairs of eyes on me. Hunter rides up front, Max and Ryder sit at the back, and Axel’s in the middle. He reaches out a hand without a word, pulling me into the seat beside him. The vehicle falls into a heavy silence.
It’s strange—this quiet. Tense. Almost ominous. I wonder if Axel’s nervous too, or maybe the others are feeling it.
We haven’t talked much about the case since the weekend.No new developments. And as for whatever’s happening between Axel and me… we’ve barely touched that subject either. A few texts here and there, nothing more. I haven’t pushed. Truth is, I know Axel’s got more pressing things on his plate. So I’ve kept my feelings locked away—at least for now.
As soon as we pull up to the courthouse, the doors open and everyone climbs out. I start to follow, but Axel catches my hand, tugging me back into the SUV.
“What?” I ask, eyes sweeping over every sharp edge of his face as he presses me into the leather seat. His jaw ticks, his eyes scanning mine like he’s searching for something. I don’t know what he’s looking for, but all I can think about is how goddamn beautiful he is.
