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Axe
Axe grunted. Taking someone’s coffee was a shotgun offense, and he doubted any woman could be sexy enough to warrant the outrageous wrongdoing. He opened his mouth to less than politely put the transgressor in her place. His head snapped in her direction to make sure she could look him in the eye when he unbuckled the bunch of not so nice words that were ready to fly from his lips.
Oh.
It was the blonde.
His face froze as the vixen tightened her grip on the coffee cup, opened the flip-top drinking section of the lid, and pressed her blood red lipstick-covered lips against his cup. Swallowing hard, he took an involuntary step forward, mind fixated on an image of this gorgeous creature’s lipstick smeared all across his cock. Fuck, he needed to get a grip. He shook his head, trying to wipe the visual.
No such luck.
“You have my coffee,” he blurted out, too busy mentally skull-fucking the petite platinum blonde to be courteous.
“Um, no I don’t,” she answered, eyeing him up and down. “I’m pretty sure this is mine, buddy. Unless your name is Angel too?” She twisted the cardboard cup and showed him the side with the name ‘Angel’ scrawled on it with a Sharpie.
“Oh,” he said, still tongue-tied for reasons he could not understand.
Angel’s lips stretched in a wide, cocky smile, light blue eyes dancing with all kinds of sauciness he could get behind in a big way. “You kinda look more like a ‘Candy’ to me, personally, but what do I know? Maybe next time, you can shelve your biker gear for something a little less caveman, and you might just be able to pull it off as an ‘Angel’.”
“But—” he started.
She lifted a hand, gesturing for him to let her speak. “Wait your turn like a good boy, okay?”
If she had dared to pat him on the head, he’d probably end up lifting her over his shoulder and carting her off to somewhere more private to show her what a caveman he really was.
Or cave bear.
“How in the hell could you have ordered the same thing I did?” Axe asked, then regretted coming up with such a dumb opening question. “I mean, I’ve never noticed anyone else ordering their coffee exactly like mine.”
“Really?” she asked, head tilted to the side, eyes narrowed with skepticism. “You think I don’t have better things to do than hijack your caffeine fix? You saw my name, honey. I can assure you this is mine, so hang back and wait your turn, all right?”
Angel lowered her free hand to her hip, posing in a one-sided stance with a pelvic tilt action that only confident, aggressive, flirtatious women could pull off. That move had his cock straining against his zipper in no time. Not breaking away from her gaze up at him, she took a long, slow sip of the coffee, then she winked at him. “I’m sure you’ll get yours soon.”
Axe gaped at the saucy little vixen. He cleared his throat and darted his stare around the still bustling coffee shop. Was this really happening? When was the last time a woman got in his head this way?
Definitely never.
Without thinking twice about where they were, Axe took two steps forward until he was mere inches from her, towering over her as she raised her brows in challenge.
“You may want to wipe that look off your face, before I take you over my knee, little lady.”
Her laughter tinkled across the crowded, claustrophobic space, but he could tell that sound was all for show when her breath caught and she swallowed hard at the end of the semi-gleeful giggle.
“I’d like to see you try that, baby,” she answered. “You’d have to catch me first, and trust me, I don’t make it easy.”
He smirked. “Sign me up, sweet thing. A good chase makes it all the more worthwhile. Just be careful, though. When I finally snatch you up, I’m liable to devour you whole.”
She cocked her head again, examining him up close and personal in light of this new information. Her eyes lingered a little too long on his fly, and hell if her inspection didn’t make his cock twitch in acknowledgment. Angel turned away just then, glancing at the pickup counter. The move brought Axe back to the reality of where they were.
“Looks like you’re forgetting your coffee,” she said, gesturing in the barista’s direction.
“What?” he asked.
Her red lips pursed and she made a raspy purring noise in the back of her throat. “They just called out the same order.”
“You’re trouble, aren’t you Angel?”
