Page 20 of Dangerous Mission

She had no clue how she could sleep with him only a few feet away. Her mind kept going back to his hard cock. She wanted to reach into her end table and grab her vibrator, because her body was humming.

Axel

Axel stretched his body,which was stiff from sleeping on the floor. Sure as hell wasn’t the worst place he’d slept in the last year. He’d gotten a few hours of rest but had to put a plan in motion.

Soft snores came from the bed as he stood and walked toward the bathroom. His dick had been painfully hard since the moment he saw her half naked.

When he walked into her room, he hadn’t expected her to still have her underwear off. Her milky skin called for him to run his hands over her, but he couldn’t think about that. He didn’t know of a way to make their relationship work, even if she forgave him. He would become a risk. His family already made him a risk, but the double identity helped. But being linked to the president would cause him issues. Axel loved the navy. His reenlistment papers were on his counter, ready for him to sign. He’d planned on doing it before Tim had showed up.

Axel looked around the shower for the damn knob to turn it on. He hated rich people's homes. Everything had to be high-tech. All he needed was a handle to go left or right. Half the time, he didn’t even care whether hot or cold water came out. His sister’s house was the same. He’d spent ten minutes trying to figure it out before his nephew walked in and told him it was a voice-activated the shower. The boy looked at him like he was an idiot for not knowing how to turn it on.

“Water,” he said and waited. “Please turn on the water.” Nothing. “Why the fuck won’t you work?”

Giggles came from behind him. “You have to turn it on.”

“I’m trying.”

Still only wearing his shirt, she walked past him. The bottom barely covered her ass. Jesus, she would kill him before their time was over when she stood on her tiptoes to do something. He totally missed what she said or how she got the water on because his eyes were on her ass. And she caught him when she turned back around.

“Press the button to turn it off. The shower uses smart technology to know exactly what temp will be perfect for you,” Terri said as she walked out of the bathroom, leaving him alone with a shower that would probably fry his body.

“Thanks,” he mumbled as he stuck out his hand and touched the water.Damn.It was the perfect temperature.

He grabbed her lavender soap and stroked his cock. He loved how it smelled like her. After only a few stokes, he couldn’t hold back and came.

After washing the rest of his body, Axel grabbed a warm towel from the rack and pressed the button to turn the water off. He wrapped the large towel around his waist and went into the bedroom.

His stuff was in the main area, and when he walked out, he heard a squeak come from Terri before he turned. Her cheeks were bright red. He grabbed the bag and retreated back to the bathroom. His dick was already hard again.

He dressed quickly and walked back out to the main area. They got a few hours of sleep. It was close to five a.m., and his stomach growled. He’d originally planned to cook her breakfast, before she decided to let the world know where she was.

“Would you like breakfast or a sandwich?” Terri asked, bent over with her head in the fridge.

Her perfect ass was covered up with boy shorts.

“Breakfast,” he choked out. What he really wanted was to lay her across the large white breakfast island and feast on her body.

She turned, and her white shirt strained against her chest, her nipples poking through the thin fabric.

“You sure you don’t want me to cook?” he asked.

Growing up, they’d both had house chefs who never let them into the kitchen. He’d learned how to cook his first year in the navy. Cy came from a similar background as him, and they roomed together. They burned a lot of food before they got good at it. Every so often, he branched out and tried to cook something he’d seen on Food Network, but he tended to cook the basics, which was breakfast for him.

“I can cook,” she replied.

Axel must not have covered his surprise, because she tossed the paper towels at his head, but he easily caught them in the air.

“We don’t know much about each other, do we? I’m guessing a lot of things have happened to us over the years. You ready to tell me why you think you’re the only person who can help these women? I think it’s amazing but also extremely dangerous.”

She chopped an onion on the cutting board. “Wehavehad a lot of change over the years. I’m not sure where to start. How about we discuss the marks on your back?”

“So this is ‘You tell me your war story, and I’ll tell you mine’?”

“More like I want to know what happened to you over the years. I see much of the same Axel I knew years ago, but there’s an edge to you. And your sleep was restless.”

“My story isn’t something we should discuss over breakfast or lunch. It’s not a happy one. Yes, I survived, but others didn’t. Many things I saw overseas haunt me. Hell, many things that happen here haunt me.”

He would tell her the story one day, if she really wanted to hear it. For the moment, he wanted more information on what she’d collected and planned to do.

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