Page 14 of Enemy Ex's Secret Baby

It’s been a while, but the stretch…my god, the stretch feels incredible. My head falls back as I let out a long sigh.

Axel, however, does not have patience. He hooks his hands around my hips and drives his cock fully into me. I’m not ready and cry out louder than I intend. I bury my face in the back of the chair, as if I can hide from the sound I made. He chuckles and then says in a low voice, “You weren’t ready for me, were you?”

On the contrary, I was absolutely ready for him. So ready. I want us to destroy each other. We’ve been keeping up this battle of the minds for two months now. It’s time for a different kind of combat.

“You fucking drive me crazy, Gillian,” Axel grunts, creating a steady tempo with his hips as he drives up into me. I know he doesn’t mean it in the good, romantic way. I also know the feeling is mutual. But right now, he is driving me crazy with lust. With want.

I move a hand like a claw up through his hair, digging my nails into the back of his skull, holding on for dear life.

"Tell me how you feel,” he whispers.

For a second, I forget we’re adversaries and I whisper, “So good.”

“Good.” He peppers kisses to my collarbone. “That’s how I want you to feel.”

I drop my hips down onto him, swallowing up his length. Searing pleasure floods through me, made even better by the choking sound he makes. I start to rut my hips against him.

Axel doesn’t reply. How could he when he’s straining so hard to contain himself from making a sound?

I smile. I needed this so bad. I needed to get laid so bad. The past six years have been nothing but work, worry, tension. Lots of joy and excitement, but where does a mother fit into her own life when she’s dedicating it to her child?

“You’re enjoying this,” Axel whispers.

“Is that obvious?”

“I thought you hated me.”

“Oh, I do.”

Axel grabs my shoulder and rips my sleeve down my arm, releasing one of my breasts from my shirt. He throws himself into my chest and wraps his lips around one of my nipples. That sends a shockwave through me. My steady rhythm of thrusting starts to stutter and jolt at the new feeling.

“Mmmm…” Axel hums against my chest, eyes peeling up toward me. He looks so satisfied.

I take a deep breath, muster my last bit of strength and then…

I go wild.

I hold tight to the back of the chair and buck my hips as hard as I can. I’m going to have him begging for mercy by the time this is over.

Axel’s mouth pops off my breast. “How are you going so fast?”

“I need it, Axel, I need it.”

“Tell me what you need, baby, tell me.” Baby. The word shivers up my spine. I grab a handful of his hair and tilt his head back so he can look up into my eyes.

“Need you to make me come.”

“I thought you hated me.”

I don’t. No, I do. I hate what he’s become. The heartless businessman. The person who will walk on the backs of others to get what he wants, like his father.

That’s not the Axel I know he could be.

I bite on my lower lip, rolling my hips tenaciously. He looks as beautiful as a Renaissance painting. His expression is like someone looking up to the heavens praying for some sort of sign. Lips blushed and parted. Eyes plangent and strained. He is the past and the present blending into one right here and my body is reacting to that.

I feel his hands press into my ass so hard he might leave imprints.

“Gillian…” he whispers.

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