And fucking stops.
My eyes shoot to his, and my heart breaks because they contain so much sorrow. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m sorry, babe. I should never have answered the damn door. I knew Brittany would bring trouble.”
“There is no way you could’ve foreseen this.” I kiss his wet lips and rotate our bodies until the warm water sprays his tense shoulders.
Closing his eyes for a moment, he tilts up my chin, then lifts his lids. “In case things don’t go my way, all my papers… insurance, everything, are online in a folder marked-”
“Stop. You are not going to jail.” My right hand claps his mouth shut.
Sadder than I’ve ever seen him, he circles my wrist and lowers my arm. “Should you forget our passwords, I have them stored in an encrypted file-”
“We can go over this later. Quit worrying and make love to me.”
Groaning, he grabs my bare ass and tugs me forward. “How in the world did I find a woman like you?”
“If I remember correctly, I was your most likely suspect.” With my arms around his neck, I devour his mouth.
Our passion grows, and he moans. “I missed you, babe.”
Now backed against the tiled wall, I lift one leg and wrap it around his waist. While I balance on my other big toe, he spreads my legs wide and slips a finger inside me.
“Oh God.” I’m on fire. Needing to ignite simultaneously, I suds my palm and prime his pump.
While I move up and down his length, he pinches my button. Soon, nothing exists except this moment.
On the edge of bliss, he removes his hand, places his cock at my entrance and thrusts. When our cores meet, I clasp both arms and legs around him and hold on for the wild ride.
Thank goodness the structure is well anchored because it shakes as he jackhammers inside me. I’m so close, I can’t stem the tsunami of intense pleasure. Once wave after wave takes over my body, he stiffens, dives deep, and joins me in an ocean of sexual nirvana.
After, he kisses me, rinses me off, and wraps me in a towel. As he pulls another one off the top shelf and ties it around his butt, raindrops begin again.
Back in the house, I cup his cheeks, more determined than ever to keep him out of jail. “I love you so much.”
“Love you, too babe. Don’t worry about anything, okay?”
Not wanting to lie, I nod. How the hell did they manage to fake the data, so it appeared his DNA was inside the dead woman? I swear on all things holy, I will find out.
Chapter 13
"Some people aren't who they say they are, be cautious of the company you keep, a wolf in sheep's clothing." ~Unknown
Axel
At 2:00 AM, Bear’s barking alerts me to a presence outside the beach house. Jumping from bed, I check the surveillance app on my phone and open the door.
“Where the hell have you been?” Wrapping my fingers around Brittany’s bicep, I tug her inside the kitchen.
After I quiet my dog, bare feet pad into the room, and my chest swells with an overwhelming array of emotions. Lips swollen from my kisses, wearing a silky short robe, my wife aims her RF gun at our unwanted guest. “You need to start talking, bitch.”
The Interpol agent's blond brows crease, and she scowls. “You should be aiming that thing at him. He’s the murderer.”
Turning to me, the liar wrings her hands, “Axel, the police know all about what you did.”
In an Oscar-worthy pleading tone, she continues to pace. “Listen, I can’t cover for you anymore. I came here to warn you. I’m going to tell the cops everything.”
The evil, gifted actress aims her index finger at me and stops in front of Gwen. “He killed Joanne. I’m certain he didn’t mean to. He’s into kinky shit and went too far.”
