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“Maybe?”
I shot him an incredulous look as I took the next turn. “And we’re going to talk to Allison Prince about funding at a drag club? Seriously?”
He grinned. “Not boring enough for you? Sorry to disappoint.”
“Axel…”
“What? It wasn’t my idea. Emory suggested we tag along when they hung out, and this is where they want to hang out. Pull the nightstick out of your ass already.”
My jaw clenched, and I focused on turning into the parking lot of the nightclub and finding an open space toward the back of the lot.
I cut the engine and turned to him. “Why are you being such an asshole?”
“Because you’re acting like uptight Deputy Harvey again,” he growled.
“Sorry to disappoint,” I parroted his words back at him, “but that’s who Iam.”
“Really?” He released his seat belt and leaned in close, lowering his voice. “Because you’re dressed like you want to stick your dick down my throat again.”
I inhaled sharply as his eyes met mine, burning with the same lust rising inside me.
“Fuck it.” I lunged forward, grabbing a handful of all that golden hair.
Axel surged into the kiss like a heat-seeking missile ready to detonate. The thought flickered that he’d antagonized me on purpose. But then his tongue was curling around mine, his hand was sliding up my thigh, and my blood rushed south so fast I had no room for any thought at all.
The last time Axel and I had done this, he’d been restrained by handcuffs. He’d been almost docile, despite pushing my buttons. Tonight, I suddenly had an armful of wild, aggressive, sexual energy.
He crushed me against the driver’s-side window, hand cupping me through my jeans. I groaned, hips pushing forward into his grip.
“I ought to fuck you right here in the parking lot,” he growled against my mouth as I panted raggedly. “Would you let me, Deputy Harvey? I’d take your ass so hard you’d cry for me to never stop.”
“Fuck,” I rasped, my cock thumping with desire even as my hole clenched with anticipation. “We can’t. Not in public.”
“Not in public, huh?” He drew back an inch, sinful lips curving up. “So you’d let me fuck you in private? Maybe even beg for it?”
I licked my lips, chasing the taste of him. I wanted more. Ineededmore.
“Please, Ax…”
“Please what?” His blue eyes drilled into me. “Say it, Dalton. Say,Please, Axel, fuck my ass in private. Please make me come on your cock and beg for more. Say it, and I just might give it to you.”
The words were climbing my throat. They were ready to spill out. I wasn’t the type to beg, but fuck if Axel’s aggression didn’t do it for me.
My pulse rushed in my ears.
“My dick piercing makes it hurt a little,” he went on. “But when you climax, it’s even more intense. You’ll scream for me. I promise you that.”
“Fuck, Axel,” I gasped.
“Say it.”
“Please fuck me,” I babbled. “Please make me take it, make me beg, make me cry with how good it feels. I want you. I shouldn’t, but I do, okay? I can’t pretend anymore. I’m so tired of pretending?—”
Axel’s lips silenced my words. They were strangely gentle on my lips now that I’d confessed what I kept trying to bury. I wanted Axel too much to resist him. I wanted him, even though he was too often on the wrong side of the law.
I wanted him, when it would undoubtedly lead to disaster.
He kissed away my desperate words, then moved his lips to my ear. “I’ll fuck you after we get done here.”
