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Instead of shifting away from her he was a greedy bastard who snaked his hand around her front and cupped her breast. It was a dick move, he knew that. But she was way too tempting. He realized Leighton wasn’t full asleep, though, because damned if she didn’t wiggle that sweet ass up against his cock.

“Is that a gun or are you just happy to see me?” she murmured, sounding sleepy.

“What do you think?”

“I think you’re a very bad man.”

“Can’t argue with that.” He teased her nipple, which drew a tiny gasp from her. “You don’t have to do anything. I’ll do all the work.”

“Axl…” It wasn’t a protest. More like a moan.

“That’s my name.”

Her ass bumped him again. “Make me come.”

“I thought you wanted to sleep.” Axl shifted her hair and kissed the back of her neck.

“It will only take a minute.”

That made him laugh softly. “Whatever you want, sweetheart.”

He eased his fingers into her panties and started to stroke across her clit, and inside her. Leighton responded immediately, with soft sounds of approval and her body growing damp for him. She rocked her hips so that his finger went deeper inside her.

She was right. It only took a minute before she was shuddering in pleasure.

Damn, he needed to make a note to himself. Sleepy Leighton came fast and hard.

Probably because she was relaxed. That wasn’t always the case when she was wide awake.

“Yum,” she murmured.

“I agree. Turn towards me, baby.”

He had to encourage her but she rolled onto her opposite side, languid and sleepy-eyed. He got rid of his boxer briefs, lifted her leg onto his hip, and eased into her warm heat. She moaned and he thought there was nothing better than this. Her slick hot pussy, the scent of her arousal, the sound of her voice enjoying his cock.

Now he knew why he had come here tonight. This was it. Tomorrow her family arrived and everything went full throttle.

Their last stolen moments alone, with any sort of truth or intimacy between them was right here, right now. His eyes trained on hers, her fingers stroking across his chest. Her nightgown bunched at her waist while he slowly, methodically, thrust his cock inside her body.

He thought it was so fucking hot that she wore a nightgown. Every other woman he’d dated slept in oversized T-shirts and basketball shorts or pajama pants.

Not Leighton. She was like his little piece of old Hollywood, curvy and silky and sexy.

When Axl felt Leighton orgasm a second time, he joined her. Let himself explode inside her while he gripped her hip.

He wanted to say something. He didn’t know what. But within a minute or two of his coming, Leighton was already drifting back into sleep. His cock still inside her.

So he brushed her hair back off her forehead and watched her eyes flutter and her mouth drift open as she settled into a deeper breathing.

He didn’t think he would be able to sleep. He never crashed right after a three to eleven shift. But he did.

His last conscious thought was that he just might be falling love with Leighton.

* * *

“What is actually happening?” Axl murmured to Leighton. He was sitting at his parents’ dining room table next to Leighton, his arm over the back of her chair.

“I’m not sure,” she whispered back. “This is very weird.”