Page 49 of The Fake Dating Plan

“Yes.” Mine sounded raspy.

His gaze temporarily left mine and wandered to the group and then back to me. “Follow me.” He made his way out of the living area and towards a room below the stairs.

I was like sheep. I couldn’t resist even if I tried. There was an invisible string connecting us. One I couldn’t sever, even if I wanted to. I turned to the other guests in the room. They were all fixated on whatever Hailey was showing them on her phone. I traced his steps. By the time I reached the door, he was already inside. He pulled me in, shut the door behind me, and slammed me against it. Who reached for who, I don’t know. Our mouths touched in an instant and the kindles simmering inside me burst into fire. He tasted just as intoxicating as I remembered. He made me drunk on his kiss in a way the champagne could never be able to. His hands were all over me. Sliding up my dress, grasping my thighs, opening them, and lifting me so I could feel his erection right against my pussy. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him into me.

His lips left mine and slid down my neck, kissing and nipping at it. It was as if he was marking me. He continued down to my cleavage, where he kissed each breast as he ground his erection against me. The fabric separating his cock from my pussy added to the friction. I moaned.

“Do you still believe in coincidence?”

Words were difficult to form under the delicious torture he was inflicting upon me. I wanted to say yes, but a groan came out. His lips went to mine, bit me, then plunged his tongue into my mouth and mimicked the grinding he was doing in the lower region. His lips drifted to my ear and he whispered, “Do you?”

“No.”

“You and I,” he said between bites and licks of my ear, “we are connected. We sync. That’s what we have and I can’t let it go. Try as I might. Try as you might. I can’t explain it, but I can show you.”

My breath sounded choked. I was close to reaching the apex and I could tell he could feel it as he pressed me further against the door and increased the pressure against my pussy. How could he not, when my panties were drenched. I didn’t want to think how much of a mess I had created on his pants. All I wanted was to go over the edge he was taking me to.

“I thought you hated me.”

“I don’t know if I do.” There was truth in that. His candor was obvious.

“What do you want then?”

“I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you so hard you will forget anyone who came before me or after.” It was too much. I was climbing and climbing towards ecstasy. “Your pussy will know only one owner,” he nipped my earlobe again and I felt trills run down all over my body, “me.”

“Yes.”

“So you agree?”

I don’t know what I was agreeing to, but yes to all, yes to him. Yes, to Axel and his torturous pleasure. I reached that pinnacle of ecstasy and he took my mouth into his to cover my screams as I rode the wave of orgasm.

He held me like that for a few more seconds, as if he didn’t want to let me go. Finally, possibly sensing I could now stand on my feet without wobbling, he let me down. The room we were in came into focus. The lights were dim, but I could tell that it was an office. It was the same minimalistic masculinity dominant in all his spaces. With the realization of where I was, came the delayed embarrassment.As I smoothed down the disheveled dress, I thought,where does everyone think we are?I peered at Ax. He had a satisfied look on his face, but when my gaze went down, he was still hard.

“Do you want me to fix that?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“What about everyone else? What will they think when they see the two of us coming out of your study, and you have a hard-on and my cum on your crotch?”

He grinned, turned, and went to his desk. He took out a piece of cloth and lifted it. “You left your scarf when you came here last time.” He strode over to me and wrapped it around my neck.”

“Tell them you were looking for this and I gave it to you.”

“You always have an answer for everything.”

“Of course. But I now have an answer to what I wanted to have.”

“Which is?”

“You and I should be fucking. You want me. I want you. Why are we torturing ourselves?”

“Because you can’t stop being an asshole.”

He gave me his most devilish smile. “Don’t you know, assholes are the best fucks,” and leaned in to whisper, “If I can make you come with a little clothes-on-hump-action, think of what I could do to you unleashed.”

My breath caught, and I watched him as he drew back, smoothed my dress, and leaned over to open the door.

“Think about it. You only have until dinner is over.”

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