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I blinked, coming back to myself as if waking from a dream. “What?”
“Allison’s waiting, remember?” He pulled away, leaving me hard and aching. A cruel smirk curved his lips. “You’ve made me wait long enough. Now, it’s your turn.”
Motherfucker.
Axel opened his car door and slipped out, and I straightened in my seat, running a hand over my face. My body was taking a minute to get the memo that sexy time was over.
It never should have started, but then I’d always known it would. Or at least hoped it would. Otherwise, why had I dressed like I was going to a hookup instead of a business meeting?
Axel had my number. And he’d played me like a fucking fiddle. I didn’t know whether to be impressed or pissed off. But I didn’t have time to debate it, because judging by the voices outside the car, we were no longer alone.
I smoothed my hair, took a deep breath as my cock finally deflated, and got out of the car. The cold nip of the late October breeze took care of cooling the last of my ardor.
“…already inside,” Gray was saying. “It’s rude to keep them waiting.”
“It’s my fault,” I said as I closed my door. “I was late getting off work.”
Gray’s eyes shot to me over the roof of my car. “Fair enough. Let’s get inside, huh? You guys can steam up the car windows later.”
I glanced down, but the windows were clear as day.
Axel laughed. “Damn, you don’t have brothers, do you, Dalton?”
“Just a sister. Why?”
He shook his head as he slugged Gray in the arm, making him wince. “Because you took his bait. Fucker didn’t know anything.”
Gray smirked. “But it looks like I guessed right, doesn’t it? You’re out here fooling around when you should be talking to Allison before the drag show starts.”
Fooling around seemed like such an inadequate term for what we’d been doing in that car. Axel had found just the right thread to pull, and me? I’d come fucking unraveled in a heartbeat.
He’d barely had to touch me to make me tremble and beg for him.
I was used to being the aggressor in sex. Ilikedcalling the shots. Or at least, I thought I did.
The second Axel flipped the script, I’d melted like an ice cream cone on hot asphalt.
Being with him was all kinds of wrong, but in that moment, letting go had felt so damn right.
CHAPTER 17
Axel
Glitter Balls madegood on its name with a dozen glittering balls suspended from the ceiling. Tonight, they swayed above tables and chairs set up in front of a small stage for the drag show.
The bar, made of glass and chrome with a strip of neon blue lighting, was at the back of the room.
“This way,” Gray said, leading us toward the table they’d selected close to the front of the stage.
“Hope you brought cash for tips.”
Gray grinned. “Emory has a whole roll of cash. I’m a little worried about how excited he is to shove it down some drag queen’s cleavage.”
I laughed. “Well, you could always spice up the bedroom. You’d rock a miniskirt.”
He flipped me the bird over his shoulder. I turned to bring Dalton in on the joke, only to find his eyes locked on my ass. Well, well. The deputy’s icy exterior had sure melted away.
“Eyes up top, Deputy,” I said just to rile him.
