He set the bottles down next to his gun and handcuffs. “Then why are you wearing a towel?”

“Because my shirt is torn. I need to find a T-shirt in my suitcase.” She clutched the towel tightly, like if she let go she’d expose herself to a roomful of children not the man she’d just had sex with. She looked nervous.

So basically, she didn’t want to walk around naked. That was insane. If she really was his girlfriend he would beg her to wear as little clothing as possible at home. She really had a banging body. Considering where his mouth had been modesty seemed unnecessary but he wanted her to be comfortable so he didn’t tease her about it.

Instead, he pulled her into his arms. “Before you get dressed, can I do something?”

“What’s that?” she asked, looking up at him with a mixture of curiosity and desire.

Axl undid the knot she’d made of the towel between her breasts and tugged so it all came free. She was gloriously naked, warm still from sex. With his hands on her waist, he brought her up close against him so he could feel her full round tits pressed against his hard chest. “This. I wanted to do this.” He brought his head down and kissed her. Not softly, but with possession.

His cock was hard and he wasn’t done yet for the night. Axl let his hands drift lower so he could grip her sweet ass and bump her against him. She gave a soft moan and it was the most gratifying sound he’d ever heard.

“You like that?” he asked.

“Yes,” she whispered.

While he kissed her deeply, sweeping his tongue over hers, he shifted one hand so that he could stroke over her soft folds. She leaned into his touch, which was immensely satisfying. He teased her apart and massaged over her clit and then eased a finger inside. Three strokes and he had her body damp for him.

Thank fucking hell his wallet was in arm’s reach where he had just tossed it by the coffeemaker after getting the soft drinks. One handed he flipped it open and found a condom between the folds. Leighton was making delicate sounds of pleasure in the back of her throat, her head rested on his shoulder. He drove his finger deeper inside her.

“Oh, Axl,” she said. She rocked a little onto his touch.

“Can I fuck you, Leighton? I want to fuck you against the wall.”

She gasped, her head lifting up. Her eyes were glassy.

For a brief second he thought he had offended her, but she nodded enthusiastically.

“Yes. Yes, you can do that.”

He didn’t hesitate. He slapped a condom on, turned her body, and thrust his cock up deep inside her.

Six

Leighton lost her ability to breathe. She had thought Axl was done for the night, because, well, she didn’t know why she thought that. She had just assumed one and done. He’d hang out for a bit, then head home.

But now he had her back against the wall and was taking her with a sexy ferocity she had never experienced.

Dang, it felt so good to be right. The minute she had laid eyes on him she’d known he would be a man to take a woman against a wall. She just never dreamed she would be the one being taken. It was a very lucky break, because this was amazing. This was everything.

This was life.

She couldn’t think, she couldn’t react. All she could do was hold onto his shoulders, stand on her tiptoes, and be on the receiving end of the world’s best dick. Award-winning, that’s what it was.

He had one hand under her ass, holding her weight up, the other flat against the wall.

It must take amazing thigh muscles to do what he was and Leighton was impressed. And aroused. And oh so very grateful.

She didn’t think she could have an orgasm in that position.

She was wrong.

It swept over her without warning, ripping through her like a gale force wind and she cried out. “Yes!”

“Yeah? Is that good? Do you want more?”

That was clearly a rhet

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