Page 13 of Enemy Ex's Secret Baby

Is that a smile on his lips? “Yeah, I know.”

I shake my head. “You’re not getting off so easily.”

“Fine.”

“Fine.”

I let every care fade away–my daughter in the next room, my best friend who has made Axel repeatedly off-limits to me, the fact it’s been years since someone’s been inside me–and I go for what I want.

I reach down between us and grab for his cock. He’s already hard through his pants.

“Jesus Christ,” he mutters, shock and pleasure from my touch colliding.

I wrap my other hand around the back of his head. My fingers thread through his dark hair. “I did this.”

“Well, you did promise you’d make things hard for me.”

I can’t help but laugh. “I said difficult, not hard.”

Axel lifts his chin. Eyelids lazing low. Glimmering green. Temptation. “Whatever, Gillian. You got your wish.”

Was this my wish? From the second I saw Axel in the hospital, my stomach filled with so much dread I felt nauseous. And yet every moment since then, the tension has built and built, embers growing into a blazing fire.

And now, here we are.

Axel grabs my wrists and presses them up to the wall behind me. “Don’t look so fucking smug.”

“Oooh, tough guy,” I tease, swaying my hips side to side against his so that I can feel his hardness through my jeans. God, I missed this.

He grabs both my wrists in one hand as the other slides into the top of my jeans without warning. I don’t even have time to react before his fingers curl in between my folds. I gasp, rising on my toes as if I can somehow escape the pleasure I so desperately want. “You’re not the only one who can tease, Gillian.” His fingers hook inside me.

My mouth falls ajar. I can’t stand the man, but his touch has me melting. I don’t know if I’m ready to feel good like that. It’s been so long. “We can’t wake up Stella.”

“Should have thought about that before you kissed me.” Axel removes his hand from me. I’m embarrassed that I miss his touch immediately. Then, he undoes the closure on my jeans and rips them down to my knees.

“Now you,” I whisper.

For a second, his eyes lock with mine and the anger dissipates on his lips. He swallows as if he’s about to tell me a secret before undoing his own pants. I stop him halfway through and grab onto the waistband of his slacks. Our eyes harden in each other’s before I work his pants down his hips, my fingers grazing the sides of his ass, until his cock bounds free.

“There he is...” I say and then wrap a hand around his shaft.

Axel grunts, both in frustration and arousal and then pushes me up against the wall again, nose nudging against my jaw. “I’m going to fuck you right here.”

“No, you’re not.”

His hands slide down to my bare ass, sending electricity through my body as he slams our hips together. I can feel him hard right at my groin, so close he could slip inside me. “You sure about that?”

I go slack in his arms for a mere moment. Let him think he has control. “Yeah,” I say, before pushing him against his shoulders.

Axel stumbles back, catching himself on an armchair. I follow, stepping out of my jeans and then straddling him, trapping him in the chair. He laughs. I know he loves this. Loves the game.

And so do I.

I grab his cock, positioning it against my entrance, and then sink down onto it. Raw, wet, warm.

Perfect.

Axel’s body goes rigid with shock. “God fucking dammit, Gillian.”

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