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Story: Persistent (Adrenalin #3)
“I’m claiming we’re that good in bed. Together . Tell me you don’t feel incredible after last night, and we didn’t even get to the good stuff, which will be explosive.”
“Fine, I feel incredible.” I push at his chest. “Can we get back to work? I’ve got a big project I’m starting on, and I’ve got to get through inventory first.”
“No way.” He presses against me, forcing me to walk backwards so I’m trapped between his firm body and the wall. “I figure you’re ahead of schedule since I’m here, so you can afford to take a break.”
Despite my best efforts my libido starts to wake up, and I tilt my hips forward to meet his. The firm ridge of his dick rubs against mine, and I moan before I can stop it.
“That’s what I thought.” He pulls back just enough to reach into his pants, adjusting himself so the tip of his cock peeks out the waistband of his shorts.
Then he palms my ass and lifts me up, guiding my legs around his waist. “Gotta improvise since we’re on the clock, but I bet if you grind that cock against mine that’ll hold us over until tonight.
” He rocks his hips forward, hitting me just right.
Bracing my back against the wall, I push my pelvis forward and gyrate against him.
He stares down at where we’d be joined, using his hands to pull me rhythmically against him.
“I’m dying to see your ass swallow me, but damn if this isn’t hot, too,” he groans as he thrusts, seemingly mesmerized by the sight of our bulges pressing against our pants, bodies crashing together .
It shouldn’t feel as good as it does, but between the friction on my cock and the fact my body is craving more than just the blowjobs we engaged in last night, I’m too primed to hold back.
The closer we get to the edge the faster we move, until finally he slams against me and presses me into the wall, the tiny beat of his hips against mine evidence of him trying to wring the most out of his release.
The friction on my dick sends me falling after him, my grunts echoing throughout the steel walls.
“Fuck, Lennon. I haven’t come in my pants since I was a horny teenager. I forgot how hot that is.”
“You think it’s hot?” I pant as he releases my legs and lifts his shirt to swipe his hand through the cum glistening on his stomach. Now that’s hot.
“Yeah, wearing what you pulled out of me is hot. I might not wash it off so it’s still there when you come over tonight.” He licks his lips suggestively.
“Who said I was coming over tonight?” I straighten the shirt that got rumpled during our little tryst. The man may set me on fire, but I hate the way he assumes I’ll jump at the chance to hold his dick again.
“Are you telling me that’s not an overnight bag?” He points to the backpack I dropped in the hallway outside my office, which happens to be right next to the cooler.
“It’s a backpack. It holds papers,” I dismiss, pretending it’s not limp with the noticeable absence of anything resembling paperwork.
Axel runs a hand through his disheveled blond hair with a heavy sigh. “I’m gonna go out on a limb here and say you want to fuck me as much as I want to fuck you, so why fight it?”
My stubborn pride prevents me from admitting the obvious. “I’ve got work to do.” I lift my shoulder listlessly.
“So do I. Doesn’t mean we can’t indulge after work. Besides, I’m only here for ten days, and I’d rather not spend them with my hand when I could be having mind-blowing sex every night.”
I inhale deeply and hold my breath for a second, letting it out slowly as his words sink in.
Ten days. In the past, there have never been more than two.
For that reason alone, I should say no. Ten is too close to fling territory, and I’m more of a one-night-stand type of guy.
Even those I don’t indulge in regularly. I’ve got too much on my plate.
That comment about having a project to work on wasn’t just a line to get rid of him.
Well, it was, but it wasn’t a lie either.
I’ve got big plans for the business, plans that I want to put in motion sooner rather than later, and it’s hard enough to find time to work on them when I don’t have the added distraction of trying to get laid.
He’s right about the mind-blowing part, though. We haven’t even done the deed, yet I came harder from his mouth than any other sexual encounter I’ve had in my twenty-seven years. Am I really going to pass up more of that because he’ll be here ten days instead of two?
“Do those gears ever stop turning?” Axel cocks his head to the side, studying me.
“Not usually.” I stare at the ground, avoiding the look I know will eliminate my resolve, but it doesn’t last long. Axel tilts my chin upward with a fingertip and I find those hooded, whiskey-colored eyes.
“I’ll take your mind off it.” The heat in his gaze leaves no doubt in my mind he has a plan to do just that. And despite coming less than five minutes ago, I want more. Fuck it.
“Guess I’ll be seeing you after work.” I brace for the triumphant look I know he’s going to give me, schooling my features into a blank expression.
“Guess so.” He grins before sauntering out the door .
As soon as he’s out of sight I lunge for my bag, fishing through it for the spare set of briefs that can replace the ones I’m wearing right now. Good thing I had the foresight to pack several pairs of underwear; I have a feeling I’ll need them.
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