Page 102 of Stains of Desire
"My guy said he could do them quicker. He was done with all of his other work."
Andre turns to Naomi. "Guess we're leaving sooner than we thought."
Axel shakes his head. "I don't think so. The earthquake did some damage. There're a lot of trees down on the roads. You might get stuck if you leave tonight. It took us twice as long to get back, and the reporters are saying that the roads leading to the airport are worse. Besides, I doubt any flights are leaving tonight for Bermuda."
Naomi beams. "At least we get to sleep on a good bed."
I turn to Axel. "Are you hungry?"
"Starving."
"Let me make you a plate of food."
A cocky expression appears. "Please. Serve me."
I bite back my smile, thinking about our conversation about being his sex slave.
He licks his lips, and I suddenly feel like his prey again. My insides deliciously throb. I intentionally point my booty in his face, pausing to say to Andre, "Are you hungry?" just to torment him a little.
"Yep."
"I'll fix you a plate, too." I spin and smirk at Axel.
His heat-filled eyes travel down my body to my sex, and it stirs my longing for him.
I saunter over to the oven and pull the tray of tamales out. "How many do you want?"
"Six," Axel says.
"Six!"
He checks me out again. "I'm starving."
More pulsing. "Andre?"
"I'll start with three and go from there."
"What about you, Naomi?"
"One, please."
I fix everyone's plates, serving Axel first. "Not sure how you're going to eat all that."
"Eating has never been an issue for me. I don't tend to get full easily," he says, his eyes blazing into mine.
Please don't let my pants be stained right now.
I give everyone else their plate and take one for myself.
We eat, and Andre and Naomi excuse themselves. Tinker leaves to make a phone call.
As soon as they are out of the room, Axel pulls me onto his lap.
I wince.
"Crap. I forgot about your bruises. Are you okay?"
"Yes. Why won't you acknowledge we're together when everyone else is around?" I blurt out.
