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“And I’m not falling for your beautiful mouth tonight.” He grins, reaching to switch off the lamp. Turning back my way, he settles in beside me. “Now, let’s start that whole Dom/sub thing, where you shut up, obey, and let me hold you.”
Happily, I let him wrap his arms around me. Spooning me, he presses his hard, warm body against mine, making me gasp, “Oh, my god.”
“What?” He tenses. “You okay?”
“No.” I wiggle my ass against him. “Because you’re fuckinghuge.”
His chuckle is deep over my ear. “Told you: I’m always hard for you.”
“Good God,” I huff. “No wonder…”
“No wonder what?”
“No wonder you say dumb things to me all the time. Your poor brain is so starved for blood because it’s all flowing to your giant dick.”
“You’re swelling my giant ego, too, talking that way.” He grabs my hip. “Now, be still, dammit, or I’ll paint your pink race cars white.”
I giggle. Dammit, Axel actually makes me giggle into our hands clasped together, and if it weren’t for my seizure, demanding that I sleep, I’d turn around in his arms and disobey him all night long.
Gently, he mumbles, “Can I askyousome questions now?”
This moment is too perfect, a first for me, letting a manhold me while I sleep, so I sigh, “Later. If you kiss my ass and all.”
“Noted: she’s anasswoman.”
His chuckle is soft. His skin, tight silk. His body, hot, hard, and feeling like my new home, so…
“Axel?” I whisper.
“Mmm?” He hums into my hair.
“Are we done hating each other?”
“Fuck no. It makes my dickhead too happy when you’re a wildfire.”
“Can we be each other’s king and queen, too?”
He squeezes me tighter. “Till my dying day.”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
AXEL
My mom always says,“You can’t jump halfway off a cliff.”
As always … she’s right.
I’m falling all the way for Ruby Jones. Waking up to her in my arms, with Sparky curled on top of my white duvet, sleeping by our intertwined feet … I’m done. This woman. This life. Even this damn cat.
This is all I want.
Ruby stirs against me, rubbing her warm ass against my hard cock and…
Okay, maybe I wanteven morewith her.
Her auburn hair spills over my arm. Her lilac perfume owns my senses. Her skin is so damn soft. With her, I feel like a true king.
“Time to run,” she mutters into my pillow. “And you have to give me at least a ten-minute head start.”