“That was odd.”
“I think it’s your haircut.”
“Huh?”
“Tommie ended up taking a picture of you in the salon right after I did your hair. She shared it on Instagram the other day. And it went viral.”
He thought about that. “Okay. This should be good for business,ja?”
She nodded. “You know, I did wonder why the phones started ringing off the hook. And why so many of the new clients seem to be guys wanting a Ragnar ’do, whatever that is.”
“What?”
“Never mind. The thing is, my friend, the one who writes romance books, well, she wants you to be the cover model for her next book.”
“Me?” He started laughing.
“Yes, you.” She didn’t laugh with him, so he forced himself to stop. “What’s so funny about romance books?”
“Nothing. But that you want my face on a cover? That’s crazy.”
She studied him. “Not really. You’re hotter than any of the guys on my book covers.”
“Really?” He was interested in the once-over she was giving him, especially when she stopped at his fly and stared.
“Um, yep.” She swallowed. “So if you really want me to forgive you, you should say yes to Abby’s book.”
“And you’ll forgive me,Häschen? No more silent treatment?”
“I think it was the other way around. And speaking of which—”
“Nein. Nein.We are forgiving each other.”
“Wait. I’m not the one who’s sorry.” She looked confused and irritated.
“I am. So much. So sorry I have waited so long to give you pleasure.”
“I—what?” Stopped in mid-rant, she just stared as he unbuttoned his jeans and watched him unzip.
“Turn around and I will show you how sorry I am.”
Seventeen
He’d been dreaming about this forever. Bending his woman over and taking her. Fucking her until she screamed his name.
Constantly prepared for any chance to be with Rena, he always kept a condom in his wallet. He pulled it out and shoved his clothes down to take himself out. Having her watch him put it on made him even harder.
“Y-you’re really big.”
“And ready for you. Can I get you ready for me?”
She groaned and dragged him the last few inches closer to kiss him. The press of her mouth stole his breath, but it was her hand over his cock that shocked him even more. He hadn’t felt her move. One minute he was waving in the wind, the next he felt her hand through the latex.
He continued to kiss her as she stepped out of her shoes and lifted her skirt. A filmy, loose-flowing fabric that slid up her thighs easily.
“Axel,” she moaned when he kissed his way up her neck.
“I will fill you up while you cry my name,” he promised and turned her around. He pulled her back, which thrust her hips out, and lifted her skirt to rest over her back. Then he slid her panties down, following the path of her smooth skin, palming an ass he couldn’t get enough of. So he kissed each cheek and smiled. “I’m kissing your ass, Rena. So much do I care for you.”
