Page 47 of Fake Dating Daxton Hawk
A dark side of me is tempted to see this through. To clench my thighs tighter and reach my climax in front of Daxton.
But the sane part of my mind won’t let me go there.
I release the tension in my legs and swing back up to sit on the hoop, finishing my routine. The music ends, and before I have a chance to lower myself to the ground, Daxton stands from his chair and stalks toward me. He steps up to the hoop and holds onto both sides to stop it from spinning. Our gazes align and he’s standing so close that my body trembles as his warm breath brushes against my face.
“Well?” I murmur. “Do you like what you see?”
“Very much so. The routine is… To be honest, I stopped paying attention to the routine a while back. You’re very mesmerizing.”
“Maybe I should dance for you more often.”
His gaze lowers to my lips, making the heat return between my thighs. Does he… want to kiss me? I wouldn’t stop him if he did. Something inside me craves to know how his lips and body would feel against mine.
“I don’t know how to read you,” I whisper when he doesn’t advance. “You hired me because you knew nothing would happen between us. I have to wonder if that’s still the case.”
He thinks about my words for a long moment, then replies in his own deep whisper. “Things are complicated. But yes, the situation has changed.”
Complicated? He’s right about that. None of this is professional. I’m working for him and money is involved. I can’t be getting invested in feelings for Daxton. But that doesn’t stop any of my attraction for him. And he… likes me too?
The intensity of his gaze pulls me in deeper, and before I know it, I’m asking a question I never thought I’d have the nerve to. But this moment, this dance I’ve just performed for him, gives me the strength to be bold. “What were you thinking about in the shower?”
He smirks. “Guess and I’ll tell you if you’re right.”
My cheeks blush.Me, I want to say. The word sits on the tip of my tongue, but my confidence doesn’t extendthatfar.
“Not brave enough to play with me, are you, kitten?” He lets go of the hoop and walks toward the gym’s exit, calling back to me, “I’m locking myself in my bedroom before I do something extremely inappropriate with you. See you in the morning for our date.”
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My bedroom is dark when I return from the gym a little while later, all but for the moonlight trickling through a gap in the blinds. I’m about to turn on the lights and change back into my pajamas but pause when seeing movement beyond the window. With my index finger, I peek through the blinds, finding Daxton out by the pool.
So much for locking himself in his bedroom.
He’s shirtless and walking along the edge of the water in swim trunks. I watch the way the muscles in his back move, admiring the ink that covers them and how strong he looks. The way his muscles flex with each movement reminds me of how they flexed when I walked in on him in the shower. A flutter of arousal swells in my lower tummy at the memory. I’m already turned on from the way Daxton watched me as I danced for him. The denied orgasm still teases me.
Craving a release, I lower my hand to my panties and apply light pressure, shivering as I imagine that Daxton was jerking off to the thought of me. He dives into the water and does a lap of freestyle. I should go straight to sleep. The last thing I should be doing right now is watching Daxton while touching myself. He’s paying me to be his date. The power dynamic is off balance. There’s no way this newfound infatuation I have with him can end well.
I release the pressure of my hand with every intension of going to bed, and yet the ache within me only intensifies. There’s no way I can sleep tonight without making myself come. Usually, I can get myself off with no fuss, hidden beneath the covers of my bed with my hand. Plain. Simple.
Boring.
Maybe it’s the memory of Daxton jerking off that won’t leave me alone, or the orgasm I nearly had while dancing for him, but I’m suddenly begging to taste something richer than vanilla. I want what I shouldn’t, and that’s to watch Daxton while touching myself. Foolish of me? One hundred percent. But right now, I don’t care. I justneed.
Giving in, I slide my hand to the wetness beneath my panties and stroke. A spark of heat ripples through me, sending my knees weak. I can’t continue while standing up, but if I leave the window, the blind will obstruct Daxton from sight.
So, I take this a step further, careful not to alert Daxton while he’s swimming, and slowly raise the blinds. Though there is outside lighting, my bedroom remains dark enough to be confident Daxton won’t see inside if he looks my way.
I take a seat on the edge of my bed and slide my hand back down my panties, continuing to watch Daxton while I circle my clit. He hoists himself out of the water in an effortless pushup, the display of strength sending another rush of blissful heat through my core. I stroke faster, my breath accelerating at the pleasure.
Water trickles down the chiseled contours of his torso. Daxton swipes the dark hair out of his eyes with one hand and the other reaches down to his groin. When he turns to the side, I realize he’s hard. He’s worked up right now and I hope it’s because of the dance I gave him.
All I can think about is how his dick looked in the shower, so long and thick. The ache in my center tightens, growing unbearable. I’ve teased myself enough and slip a finger deep inside. A fantasy forms in my head, that Daxton is above me.Inme. The moan that comes out of my lips is untamed. One finger is not enough, so I work two inside, stretching myself open to imitate the feeling of his cock.
Daxton looks to my bedroom and I instantly freeze. For a moment, I panic, scared he can see me. Yet the fear only heightens my arousal, making me cup my free hand to my mouth to muffle another moan.
I know I’m safe in the dark when Daxton looks away. He grabs a towel and dries himself, so I slip another finger inside, hissing in a sharp breath as an orgasm flirts with me. The feeling builds, so strong that my inner walls clench around my fingers. It may be wrong of me, but I continue watching Daxton, letting the very sight of him push me over the edge until I can no longer control myself. My climax arrives and I moan louder than intended, bliss spreading all throughout my body in hot waves.
I know Daxton has heard me when he looks back in my direction. I wonder again if he can see me. The thought only intensifies my orgasm, making my muscles contract tighter around my fingers. The darker side of me returns from in the gym, and as I ride out my orgasm, I hope Daxtoncansee me.
