Page 58 of That Girl is Trouble

The pads of her fingers move down my sides, and her hands circle around my waist. When she presses her tits against me, I suck in a harsh breath.

“You didn’t claim your prize,” she murmurs, her lips so close I can smell those fucking cherries. “You won me. Now you get to have me.”

I get to have her.

Temptation. A test of a man’s will. Never been good at that, saying no because it’s right. Sometimes I say yes just because it’s not right. Sometimes not right feels too damn good to pass up.

I let my hands slink over her bare skin and grip her hips, pulling her flush to me, my cock pressing into her stomach. She gasps when I thrust her hard against the shower wall. Her breath hitches when I dip my head down to her neck, her body shuddering as I drag my tongue over her skin.

Just a taste. This one time.

“Please, Axe,” she begs. She guides my hands to her ass.

I squeeze hard, reliving the way the crack of my palm making contact with her skin reverberated around my bedroom.

“Fuck,” I rasp. We have to stop. This shit is still teetering on the edge of barely legal. But I don’t get the chance to shut it down. The voice suddenly coming from outside my bathroom forces the issue.

“Axe?” Graves calls out.

Heart beating out of my chest, I back up, tossing her a warning to keep quiet.

She throws me a scowl that says, obviously, because she knows how this would look. Like I was about to fuck her. And maybe that’s exactly what I was about to do.

Poking my head out of the shower, I seal the curtain around me and scan the floor, searching for her clothes. They’re piled in the corner in plain sight, so I pull my towel from the rack on the wall and throw it on top.

“Yeah,” I call back. “What?”

Graves pushes open the door just as Kat slides her hands around my hips to my stomach and then lower to my cock. I still for an instant, then slap my hands on top of hers and steady them in place.

“Triss is in your office,” he says, stalking in and kicking up the toilet seat. He unzips his pants and starts taking a piss, and I dip back into the shower, closing the curtain tight against the wall. “Says she wants to talk to you.”

When I turn back to Kat, the woman is on her damn knees, her face level with my cock, her eyes hungry. Fuck. I grab her by the hair, pulling her away from me before she can take me into her mouth.

The woman is gonna be the end of me.

Graves is gonna be the end of me if he finds her in here.

“Yeah, all right.” I go for casual, not looking away from her. There’s a fucking smile on her face, and I want to wipe it off. Another instance where she thinks she’s winning. And this time, maybe she is.

“Feels like everything’s back to normal, don’t it?” Graves asks me.

“Just about.”

“Everything square with our shipment? Bane had no problems last night?”

Kat pulls my hips forward, and the head of my dick brushes her lips, sending a tremor down my spine. “All good. No surprises,” I say, barely masking the croak in my voice.

“See? Back to normal. Money flowin’ in instead of out,” Graves says.

I drop my head back, irritation sliding over my neck as I curse him and the longest fucking piss anyone has taken in the history of the world.

“Know this goes without saying, but I appreciate you taking a hit for Kat last night. Or… a bunch of hits. Triss would have fought that asshole herself if you hadn’t. Which means I would’a had to fight him. And maybe I’m going soft, but I’m kind of tired of getting punched in the face.”

I snort. “Anytime.” The pain from my beating last night might be making every inch of my body scream, but I’d fucking do it again if it meant keeping her away from what I know would’a went down last night.

“You’ll meet Triss downstairs?” he asks as he flushes the toilet. “Oh shit, sorry.”

The water runs hot, and I quickly slip out of the stream. Kat shuffles with me, her mouth finally closing over my cock.

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