It takes her by surprise. I can tell by the way her lips part and her eyes widen. She comes. It’s almost violent, her cunt clamping down so goddamn tightly that my orgasm doesn’t just rush through me, it’s pulled from my body.
By her.
Fuck.
So goddamn good.
MILLIE
Axton holds me, his fingertips slowly sliding up and down the center of my back. His body is muscular but not hard. He’s firm and warm. It’s my favorite thing about him—his warmth. Shifting closer to him, I let out a sigh as I lay my head on his chest and close my eyes. Feeling his hands on my body makes me feel so at ease that my eyelids grow heavy.
“Gotta talk to you about something, and I really don’t want to, but it needs to get done.”
“What?” I ask, suddenly feeling alert.
I lift my head and look into his eyes. I can tell this isn’t something sexy or flirty. This is serious, and I can also tell that he really doesn’t want to talk to me about it, but he feels like he has to.
I wish I could just kiss him and tell him not to say anything. That it doesn’t matter. But judging by the expression on his face, it clearly does matter. So instead of telling him that I don’t want to hear it, that I don’t care, I look into his eyes, and I wait.
“It wasn’t my deal, and trust me when I tell you I was and am pissed the fuck off about this, I am pissed way the fuck off,” he grinds out through gritted teeth.
“Axton, just tell me,” I softly demand.
He grunts but doesn’t say anything else. He continues to look at me, his eyes searching mine as if he’s trying to see something behind them or say something without having to actually speak the words.
“Axton,” I whisper.
He clears his throat, then lifts his hand, cupping my cheek before I feel his thumb slide across my bottom lip. He tugs gentlyon my lip with the pad of his thumb, his gaze flicking to my mouth before he meets my own again.
“In order to assure that none of us were caught at that house on any home cameras or anything, a call had to be made, and a favor or payment had to be paid.”
“What is it?” I demand a little more forcefully.
My heart starts slamming against my ribs, and I’m afraid it’s going to actually beat out of my chest and land on his. Sitting up more, I don’t even bother covering up my bare breasts. I can’t think of anything other than what he’s about to say.
“The payment is a contract for both you and Heidi for two years.”
“A contract?”
I try not to envision anything, but all I can think of is being some weirdo’s sex slave for two years, and that gives me not only the ick but the creeps as well. I hate that my mind goes there, but I’m not sure what the hell else he could be talking about.
“To headline at the Gilded Room. They want you both to stay on for two years. They liked the influx of customers.”
Lifting my hand to my mouth, I try to hold back the laughter that threatens to escape my lips, but I can’t. I giggle. My body shakes slightly as I do, and I can feel my boobs jiggling, but I can’t stop.
“What’s so goddamn funny?” Axton demands, but I can tell he’s not angry with my laughter. Instead, he seems intrigued.
“I thought you were going to have to pimp me out or something.”
His brows snap together, and his lips press together in a thin line. “If any man suggested that, said man would no longer be breathing.”
My laughter stops. I cup his jaw, my thumb pressing against the center of his bottom lip before pulling it away. Leaningforward, I touch my lips to that spot, then rest my forehead against his.
“Two years of doing a job I’ve been doing for ten won’t be bad.”
“Then you quit and come home to me.”
I start to protest because what does that even mean? But I don’t get the chance, because my heart picks up and my breath hitches. I want that… whatever it means. Home. Home to him, to this man who I’ve dreamed about for over a decade.
