“I sent my staff away,” Axel said.
“Now that we know I can cook, I’m going to go change.” The longer she stood there in her white shirt with no bra, the more uncomfortable she felt.
Nobody argued as she grabbed her bra off the counter and headed for the living room. She noticed her bag to the left and picked it up before heading back up the stairs.
When she reached Axel’s room, she put the bag in the center of the bed and stared down at the messy sheets. Her face heated as she thought about what they’d done just a few hours ago.
She didn’t hear Axel walk back into the room. He ran his hands under her shirt and cupped her breasts. “What were you thinking about?”
“There are people downstairs.”
“Who are busying themselves with raiding my fridge. Casanova is on the phone with Tex. Angel and Siena are making food. They won’t even notice we’re gone.”
Terri spun in Axel’s arms, and he pulled her closer to him.
“You need to leave.” It was a weak excuse, but she couldn’t think with him so close to her.
“I do. But we need to talk about me being gone.”
“I’m not going to ditch Angel. She seems pretty cool.” The woman would most likely help her in anything she needed. Something about the bodyguard screamed that she would do anything to protect others, unlike the Secret Service, who only cared about her and nobody else.
Axel shook his head. “I have a feeling you guys are going to get into lots of trouble. Especially if all the girls show up over here, which I have a feeling will happen. They tend to spend the night with each other when we go on missions.”
“That sounds like fun.” She actually meant it. So many people had used her as a stepping stone over the years that a long time ago, she’d given up trying to make friends. In her parents’ circles, Terri had people who said they were close friends, but she didn’t have anyone to really talk to. Growing up, Axel had been that person. Hex had become someone who knew a side of her others didn’t.
Guilt washed over her as she remembered they hadn’t gotten any closer to finding him. She still didn’t even know if he was alive. Suddenly, all she could see was a lot of blood.
“Hey! I’ll come back, and the girls will be fun.”
Terri smiled. “Sorry. I’m worried about Hex.”
“Once you get ready and we go back downstairs, you can talk with Angel. Tex is working on a few leads. If anyone can find Hex, he can.”
“Thank you, Axel.”
Axel pressed his lips to hers then tugged her shirt over her head. Daylight shone into the room, and she crossed her arms over her chest.
He quickly grabbed her wrists and locked them behind her back. “Don’t hide your beautiful body from me.” His lips went to her neck, and her legs wobbled.
Spinning her, Axel let go of her hands. She planted them on the bed, and he looped his fingers in the waistband of her shorts. With a slight tug, they dropped to the ground. His hand glided over her ass. “I wish I had more time. This is going to be fast.”
“Okay.” She sighed as he pumped two fingers in and out, only to glide over her asshole.
“If I had more time, we would go to the sex shop together. Instead, I’ll order a plug. I want you to put it in each night and wear it as long as you can.”
His words only turned her on more as she felt the head of his cock push into her. She winced, sore from the night before, but it still felt so good as he glided into her.
Axel snaked one hand around her and played with her clit. The other hand cupped her breasts. The sensations coming from both directions made her body hum with need. An orgasm ripped through her body, and her legs shook as she fell to the bed. Axel continued to run his hands all over. He placed his thumb in her mouth, and she sucked on it for a second before he pulled it out and pressed it to her anus.
“Fuck.” She moaned as he worked it in and out to the same rhythm as his cock.
“T,” he ground out between thrusts. “I love you.”
She froze.
“You don’t have to say it back. I just wanted you to know before I left on my mission.”
Axel thrust into her a few more times before he came, then he collapsed next to her and pulled her close. His shirt was still on, and his jeans were halfway down his legs.