When his cum slides down my throat in hot spurts, my eyes slide close as I accept him, all of him. And then he’s gone before I can really relish in the orgasm. The bed dips behind me, and his hand presses against the middle of my back, applying pressure.
I bend until my breasts press against the cool sheets, along with my cheek. Gripping the fabric, I arch my back as I feel my cheeks being spread. Then his mouth is on my pussy from behind. My back arches even more as I push into his face.
I feel his tongue flick my sensitive clit, and I moan. Just a few flicks of his tongue, and I am ready for him to be inside me. I need it almost as if I need my next breath. I can’t wait for him to stretch me, to fill me—to make me ache.
And then he does.
I don’t expect it, but when he slams into me, a groan escapes my throat, and he doesn’t give me even a second to adjust to his intrusion. He pulls almost completely out of me, then slams back inside.
The burning, the stretching, the edge of pain… it feels beyond amazing. I force my body to relax as he fucks me just as he promised, hard from behind. My eyes slide closed as I let out a long exhale, slipping my fingers between my legs again to touch my sensitive clit.
Axton’s fingers grip my hips hard, no doubt leaving light bruises I’ll probably have to cover with makeup before work tonight. He doesn’t let up, his rhythm hard and fast, never breaking, even and so sweet as I bring myself to the edge of another climax.
When I come, it’s slow, a sweet buildup. It almost feels like warm honey gently consuming me from my belly to my brain, to my toes, to my fingers. I moan as my pussy clenches in an effort to keep him inside me.
Axton continues without losing his pace until he slams hard and stills deep inside me. His roar bounces off the walls and sends a chill up my spine. So damn good. So. Damn. Good. He collapses onto my back, his chest pressing against my skin before his lips touch my shoulder, and then he finally speaks.
“I love you, Millie. And I love being with you. Thank you for coming home.”
Even if I could speak right now, I don’t know what I would say. I’m in love with Axton. I’ve been in love with Axton, and even though I came home out of sheer panic, I’ve never been happier—could never be happier.
Exhaustion consumes me. As soon as he slips from my body, my heavy eyelids close, and I don’t even get the chance to clean up before I fall asleep… or rather, pass out.
PIGGY
My phone buzzes on the nightstand, and I reach for the device. It’s a new text from Juliet. With everything that happened at the Gilded Room tonight, I almost forgot she was on a mission and was supposed to update me.
Sliding my thumb across the screen, I open the text.
JULIET: I got the thumb drive and boosted his second phone. Heading back to your clubhouse with Viking.
CAN YOU GET INTO THE PHONE?
JULIET: His passwords have stayed the same.
SEE YOU SOON.
JULIET:
I feel my lips twitch into a smirk as I throw my legs over the side of the bed. I need to get this phone, get the evidence, and finish this fuck off while making it look like it’s his own goddamn doing.
Tugging on my jeans, I walk toward the bathroom and take care of business. I splash some water on my face and reach for Millie’s mouthwash for a swish, both in an attempt to wake up and ensure my breath doesn’t smell like death.
After flipping the bathroom light off, I make my way back into the bedroom and start to gather my clothes. When I slip my cut on over my shoulders, I hear Millie clear her throat and shift my gaze from the floor to meet hers.
“What are you doing?” Her voice is husky and so goddamn sexy, I’m not sure I’ll be able to walk out of here.
“I have to go back to the clubhouse,” I state.
Her eyes widen, and she tilts her head to the side, watching me for a silent moment before she clears her throat again. Her voice is less husky when she speaks next, but still sexy as fuck. But maybe that’s because I can see her tits because she hasn’t pulled the sheet up enough to cover them completely.
“You have to go back to the clubhouse now?”
It’s at this exact moment that I realize I haven’t told her what the fuck is going on. I planned on talking to her after we fucked earlier, but she passed out, and I did the same shortly after her soft snores filled the room.
I decide I can wait ten minutes before I leave, so I’m not leaving her with a million and five questions on her mind. Ten years ago, I would have done that with the idea she would just get over it.
Today, I want to keep her in the know, at least as much as possible. I don’t want her to think there is anything going on that I need to hide from her. Aside from club business she can’t know.
