Page 14 of Wild Card
I pinned him to the car with my body to keep him still and reached into his pocket again. He squirmed under me, and that wasn’t distracting atall.
Not the time, dick. Not the time…
My fingers closed around a roll of bills, and I tugged it out.
Damn it.
I hadn’t really thought I’d find anything on Axel. I’d hoped I wouldn’t.
I thrust it in front of his face. “What is this?”
“It’s my money. What the fuck do you think it is?”
“Drug money?”
He scoffed. “Fuck you. I’m not a dealer.”
“Gambling money?”
There was only the briefest of hesitation. “I didn’t gamble for it. I have a job. I earn money. It’s not illegal to carry it with me.”
Yeah, it wasn’t. But that pause told me what I needed to know. He hadn’t gotten this cash on the up-and-up.
“I told you to quit those poker games,” I growled. “Do you want to go to jail?”
“No, fuck. What is your problem?”
“You’re my problem,” I said without thinking.
He chuckled low in his throat, a sound that heated me from the inside out. He craned his neck to better look at me, hislong hair drifting to the side, revealing skin that called out to be touched.
I must have lost my mind because I gripped his exposed nape, warm and slightly damp with sweat.
My pulse quickened at just that small amount of skin-to-skin contact.
“Oh, I see what’s happening here.” His lips curved up. “What will it take,sir, for you to let me go?”
I blinked at the seductive tone.
“I could drop to my knees,” he murmured. “Suck your dick right here? You couldpunishme. Pull my hair, get mejustwhere you want me? Doesn’t that sound hot?”
Fuck, it did.
Heat rushed straight to my cock, followed immediately by shame. I’d never use my authority that way, but damn it, Axel was licking his lips as he stared at me, practically daring me to take him up on his offer.
“I’m not playing this game,” I said weakly.
His eyes met mine. “Could have fooled me, considering you’re pinning me to a car over a broken taillight.”
Fuck. He was right. I wouldn’t have done that with anyone but Axel.
“What?” he taunted. “Got nothing to say?”
“Nothing good,” I ground out.
I forced myself to release him and take a step back.
He whirled toward me, eyes blazing. “If you want to bebad, I can help you out. Just say the word.”
