Page 66 of The Fake Dating Plan

“I am here now,” I said.

We slept like that.

I woke up to an empty bed the next morning. I was in the sheets; I noticed. He must have put me there during the night. Was he still here? It was morning, so he must have left. I was sure he had other things to do with his time than hang out with me.

The sound of the door being closed brought me to high alert. I got up from the bed with a start and grabbed the baseball bat next to my bed and ran to the door.

“Whoa, what are you going to do with that?” Axel had bags in his hands that looked like they came from one of the fancy bakeries I only visited whenever I was celebrating.

“I thought you had left.”

“I had, but I brought back these.” He lifted the bags and placed them on the kitchen counter. “Can you please put that bat back where you found it?”

I dropped the bat. “You scared me.”

He frowned. “Sorry. I wanted to make breakfast for you, but,” he opened the fridge, “you have nothing but water and stale milk.

“You can make breakfast?” I’ve never seen him near a kitchen appliance in my entire life. I doubt he knew how a stove works.

“I can cook an egg…”

“You mean to turn one from liquid to rubber?”

“That was one time! And I was distracted!” He stalked over to me and I squealed when he lifted me suddenly to place me on top of the kitchen counter.

“Like I am now.”

I felt my face heat as his gaze poured into mine. When he drew his head forward for a kiss, my embarrassment flared. I whipped my head to the side.

“What’s this now?”

I covered my mouth. “I haven’t brushed my teeth.”

He removed my hand and dropped a kiss on my tightly closed lips. “You’re are way too concerned about the littlest things,” he said against my mouth. His words were like tiny caresses that made me forget all my inhibitions. His lips coaxed mine open, and he gave me a deep kiss. They left to trail down to my chest.

“Are we doing this now?” My breathy voice betrayed my attempt at a nonchalant response.

“Do you not want to do this now?” he punctuated every word with a nibble moving further down until he latched on my nipple through my dress and grazed it. My body ignited as I slid under his spell. Thoughts dissipated. My brain turned into mush.

What was the question again? “Huh?”

He chuckled and his hand went to the back of the dress, where he found the zip and pulled it down. My dress fell to my waist. He pulled it further down and let it fall to the floor. He stood back; his eyes filled with appreciation. As if he was admiring a work of art. “I love seeing you naked.” It made me feel confident. Sexy. I pushed my chest outward, which elicited a groan from him.

He pounced on me once again. This time, his kisses were hungry and all-consuming. My hands went to his chest. I wanted to feel his hard body in all its glory again. When I went for his belt, he held my hands in a tight grasp.

“This time, I’m in control.” He looked so commanding, I dared not say no to him. “Is that it?”

I nodded.

“Say it.” My panties drenched at the sound of his husky voice.

“You’re in control.”

Satisfied with my response, he stepped back again. “Take off your bra.” I took my time unpinning it from behind and removing each strap slowly. He sucked in a breath when I let it fall. “You like to tempt me, don’t you?”

I was about to say yes, but in one swift move, he took both of my hands, placed them behind me, thrusting my chest out, and took my nipple in his mouth. I moaned. My hips thrust forward, bringing my center in contact with his erection. He held me firm as he continued to assault my nipple. His machinations caused sparks of electricity to run up and down my body. It was as if a connection had been created between my nipple and my pussy. When I thought he was done, he moved to the other nipple.

I wanted to tell him how good he was making me feel, but all I could utter was, “Ax.”

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