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  Not as nice as the image of your lips parted open and moaning as I lick your pussy. “Yeah. It was cool.” Axe continued to hold her gaze until she shifted her eyes to the centerpiece, a light red blush staining her cheeks.

  “Who do you know? The groom or the bride?”

  Axe threw her a half-smile. “Groom. You?”

  “Bride.” Her laughter was sultry, even though he could tell she was nervous by the way she kept smoothing down the tablecloth.

  “You’re very pretty.” His eyes moved to her mouth, then slowly made their way down to her peek of cleavage.

  “Oh. Thanks.” The woman turned to the older gentlemen beside her. “Can you please pass the pepper?”

  Before the man could react, Axe stood up, leaned across the table, and handed her the pepper shaker, his hand touching hers. A spark lit and blazed through him, and he raised his eyebrows as she gasped, staring boldly into his dark gaze. Fuck me. What was that?

  “Thanks,” she mumbled, then averted her eyes, breaking the intensity of the moment.

  “No problem.” He smiled, loving the way she absentmindedly doused her salad with pepper then choked when she took a bite. Yeah, he was making her nervous. The way she bit her lower lip was sexy as fuck, and the perpetual blush on her neck and cheeks was turning him way on. Before the night was over, he’d have to have his cock in her pussy, which he bet would be wet and sweet.

  Throughout the rest of dinner, they checked each other out. By the time the table was cleared, Axe sported a rock-hard dick, straining against his zipper. He was ready to grab the vixen by her hair, slam her down on the table and fuck her like a wild animal in front of all the wedding guests. Never had he experienced such an urge to bang one particular woman.

  Fucking women was as much a part of Axe as breathing was. His first fuck had been in the woods behind the trailer park when he was fourteen. Sadie had a reputation for being easy, and she was three years older than Axe, but she took him by the hand one late, summer afternoon and showed him what to do to a woman. After that, he was hooked. He fucked his way through half of the girls in his high school then proceeded to do the same in community college.

  Since joining the Insurgents, he’d come to love easy pussy from the club whores and hoodrats whenever he was horny, which was most of the time. Axe didn’t want the drama dating involved, or the constraints of being tied down to one woman, so he fucked them and walked away. He always made sure he left the woman purring, though, and he’d never had any complaints.

  The woman who made his dick throb intrigued him. She wasn’t like the club whores or hoodrats. Something about the way her body was covered up by her sexy dress made him hornier than he’d been in a long time.

  The music started, bringing Axe out of his daydreaming. He hated dancing, but he’d make an exception and ask her—at least he’d be able to hold her. Before he could scoot his chair back, however, a lanky man in his early thirties approached her and whispered something in her ear. She laughed, placing a small hand on his. Axe growled. What a flirty bitch. She checks me out all through dinner, and now she’s making a play for this nerd? Fuck that.

  She stood up, and the wedding guest led her out to the dance floor. She was tall, her four-inch heels adding even more height. Axe wanted to feel her heels digging into his ass as he banged her hard against the wall. Why didn’t he forget about her and pick another woman? Several had been giving him the once-over, and he still had the giggling threesome from earlier in the evening. Axe liked fucking two and three women at once, and he knew the airheads would be more than willing, but he wasn’t interested. All he wanted was to screw the woman who moved so seductively on the dance floor.

  He watched as they danced. The nerdy guy kept trying to look down her dress, and the way he pressed her in to him told Axe that he wanted to feel her tits against him. Axe couldn’t blame him for wanting that, but he wasn’t going to let it happen. The jerk’s dick was probably semi-hard. And why was she allowing him to hold her like that? Fuck, she’s so close to this guy, they’d need a crowbar to pry them apart. Axe was going to stop it. Immediately. He sauntered over, making a bee line for the couple.

  “I’m cutting in,” Axe stated, his eyes focused on her mouth.

  “Well, I—” the man began, then stopped when Axe’s death stare froze him. Her dance partner dropped her hand and backed up, allowing Axe to take over.

  Her hand was silky, and he curled his arm around her waist, tugging her closer to him until her tits were pressed against his hard chest.

  “Are you always this pushy?” she asked in a soft, lilting voice which skimmed over him, hitting him right in his cock.

  “Only when I want something.”

  Her eyes widened. “What do you want?”

  “You.”

  The woman’s lips parted, and Axe wanted to slip his tongue inside her warm mouth.

  “Excuse me?”

  “You heard me. We can play it like you don’t know what I’m talking about and I’ll keep feeding you lines, or we can be honest. I want you, and you want me.” Axe placed his fingers against her lips. “Don’t deny it. You’ve been eye-fucking me since you sat down at the table.”

  She gasped. “What kind of woman do you think I am?”

  Axe leaned down and whispered in her ear. “I don’t know, but I’m aiming to find out.” When he took her earlobe gently between his teeth for a second, he felt her shiver.

  “You’re pretty sure of yourself, aren’t you?”

  “Yeah, and I’m pretty sure you’re gonna be screaming and begging me for more after I’m finished with you.”

  The woman cocked her head, scrutinizing his face. It was as if she were battling with some internal voice. Axe knew she was intrigued, but she was fighting with her goody-two-shoes persona. He hoped like hell her naughty girl beat the shit out of the good girl so he could have some fun.

  “I don’t do this sort of thing,” she said softly against his ear, her breath tickling his neck. She was too sexy.

  “I’m not judging you, sweetheart.”

  “If—and I’m not sure I’m going to do this—but if I decide to throw caution to the wind, this will be a one-night stand only. No names, no phone numbers, no personal information at all. Okay?”

  Axe kissed her neck, murmuring, “You’re my kind of woman. Nothing but a good time. No strings attached. I’m totally on board.”

  “I’ve got a room in the hotel.”

  “What’re we waiting for?”

  “Shouldn’t we stay until they cut the cake?”

  “I’m sure we can find something to eat besides cake.” He winked at her, and she blushed. It had been a long time since he’d made a woman blush. This is gonna be more fun than I thought.

  Discreetly, they walked out of the ballroom and entered the elevator. When the shiny brass doors closed, Axe crushed his lips against hers, pulling her close while he squeezed her ass. Stiff at first, she eventually relaxed and opened her mouth, his tongue diving in. During the entire elevator ride to the twentieth floor, they groped, panted, and kissed until the bell dinged and the doors opened.

  “I’m in room 2032,” she said between breaths as Axe continued to kiss her.

  “Lead the way, sweetheart.”

  Chapter Two

  As Baylee inserted her key card, her thoughts spun out of control. What the hell am I doing? I don’t even know this guy, and I’m taking him up to my room for a one-night stand. Am I nuts?

  The door swung open, and a nicely decorated room greeted them. The king-sized bed looked like a beacon guiding the lovers to it. Baylee knew she was beyond insane; in all her years, she’d never done anything like a one-night stand before. Yes, she’d been going through a dry spell because her career was so demanding, but the last thing she wanted was the complication of a relationship. Before she came to the wedding, she’d told herself that if she found someone interesting she’d have a no-strings attached liaison for one night. But telling herself and doing it wer
e two different things. She didn’t think she’d go through with it.

  Baylee had noticed him in the church, out of the corner of her eye as his stare bored into her. His chiseled good looks stood out among the wedding guests. The way he looked at her made her stomach flutter. Later, at the reception when she’d walked up to the table, Baylee noticed it was him: the sexy, dark-haired man whose stormy eyes locked with hers, and she took it as a sign that her one-night stand was meant to be. Even then she didn’t think she’d have the nerve to actually go through with it. Yet lo and behold, she was now in her room with this gorgeous stranger.

  From where she’d sat, she could see how ripped his chest and arms were, and she had to force herself to turn away for fear she’d start to drool. His mop of hair fell down over his forehead, and she wanted to lean over and brush away the strands. When he’d sneak glances at her, a slow throb pulsed through her center, and she’d pictured his hands and mouth stroking every inch of her body.

  Then he took her in his arms on the dance floor, and she’d melted. But in her hotel room, standing before him and his rock-hard bulge, she began to have second thoughts. Baylee, you need this. Let this hot guy fuck your brains out, get rid of all your pent-up tension, and go on with your life. An opportunity like this doesn’t come around every day.

  “Whatcha thinkin’ about, sweetheart? Not changing your mind, are you?” Axe stood back, his dark gaze roaming up and down her body. “I bet you’re beautiful under all your clothes.”

  Baylee twirled a strand of her hair around her finger, staring back at Axe. He was gorgeous and at six-foot-three, he was just the perfect size for her five-nine height. Even with her high heels, he still stood taller than she. Licking her lips, she took in his strong jaw and broad nose, which looked like it may have been broken more than one time. His full lips exposed straight, white teeth when he smiled. His face had a hard edge to it, and she was sure he’d show her a night to remember. The guy was clearly dark, dangerous, and rough around the edges. A perfect person to give her the release she craved without the fear of falling for him. She’d bet he was a dirty talker, and she hoped he was, because she loved a filthy-mouthed man. It was one of her secrets she didn’t share with anyone—not even the men she’d been involved with.

  As she stood there, staring at him, he walked over and yanked her against him, his mouth covering hers. He kissed her with such ferocity it took her breath away. Her stomach was doing a samba, and she chided herself for reacting so foolishly to a stranger she’d never see again.

  “You taste delicious. I have a lot of plans for your luscious lips.” Axe’s breath on her made her shiver, and she clasped her arms around his neck tightly, throwing her head back further so he could bury his tongue deeper in her mouth. “Fuck yeah, baby. I like that,” he said huskily when he broke away from her.

  “I like the way you kiss me.”

  “Oh, I’ll be doing a lot more than that. By the time the sun rises, you’re gonna be hoarse from all the screaming I’m gonna make you do.” Axe led her over to the bed then whirled her around and unfastened her cocktail dress.

  As he slipped the dress off her, she heard him suck in his breath. “Hot-as-fuck ink job.” He kissed around her delicate branch tattoo with pink and white flowers running down her spine. Axe then moved his mouth to her neck and shoulders, bringing it back to her tattoo. Each kiss was wet, warm, and sensuous, and by the time he made it to her lower back, her dress lay on the floor, pooled around her ankles.

  A low, breathy whistle tingled her skin. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous. Love your lace panties. Your ass is so sweet and soft,” he said as he grabbed two handfuls of her cheeks and squeezed them. His breath became heavier as his hands trailed up her back, landing on her rounded breasts. He cupped them firmly and she moaned, leaning against his hard chest.

  “Mmm, feels good,” she whispered.

  In one movement, he’d unfastened her lace bra, her breasts spilling out. Her dusky rose nipples were quickly stiffening as he pinched and pulled them while his tongue traced a scorching trail from her earlobe down past her neck, settling on her delicate shoulder. He sank his teeth into her tingling skin.

  “You like a little pain with your pleasure?” Axe’s lips on her skin fed the dull throb between her legs.

  “Maybe,” she panted.

  “I guess you’re gonna have to find out if that’s your thing.” He licked and tenderly kissed the area he’d just bitten.

  “Is it yours?” Baylee held her breath in anticipation of his reply.

  “Oh, yeah, baby.”

  She swallowed hard, trying to digest what he’d just told her. Baylee had always had fantasies of being tied up and having a man take charge in the bedroom. She worked in a man’s world, and had to fight twice as hard and produce two times as much as any of the men in her company, just to prove she was as good as they were. It was tiring.

  Each time she hooked up with a man, she wished he’d take charge in the bedroom. But she always ended up with a sensitive man who was awkward when he tried to talk dirty, and who’d ask so many questions when she’d tell him to tie her up that by the time she was finally secured, all her desire had waned.

  The dark-haired man had awakened her senses from the moment she’d laid eyes on him, had watched her with such fire and lust that all her senses were in overdrive. The way his mouth moved over her skin electrified her, and when he bit her, the pain mixed with the pleasure that followed as he caressed the soreness blew her mind.

  Turning her head toward him, he possessed her mouth again, one hand tucked under her chin while the other tweaked and pulled her nipple. It was exquisite. Axe guided her to the bed, his lips never leaving hers, his fingers flicking her stiff nipples causing her pussy to clench and throb like mad.

  He broke contact with her only to push her down on the bed. Then he loomed over her, his hair falling down over his forehead, his dark-chocolate eyes reflecting a voracious fire. Once again, his lips seized hers, and his tongue plundered the depths of her mouth. Eagerly, she sucked on it as her arms circled his neck, drawing him closer to her. Baylee moaned as his mouth continued ravaging her while his hand glided down her body, landing on her inner thigh. She squirmed under him, twisting her legs as encouragement for his hand to explore further, to touch her pulsing, wet mound. Axe kept his hand dormant on her thigh, though, the heat from it on her skin made her crave his touch even more. Taking her knee, she rubbed it against his hand, nudging it toward her engorged sex, but he didn’t move it—not one fucking inch.

  Breaking away from his mouth, she whispered, “Touch me.”

  “What the fuck do you think I’m doing, babe?”

  She turned her head away. Axe’s penetrating stare unnerved her, making her feel embarrassed. “No, I mean really touch me.”

  A hint of a smile played on his lips. Grasping her chin, he forced her to look at him. “Tell me what you want.”

  “You know.” Redness spread across her cheeks.

  With the tip of his warm, delicious tongue, he licked across her lips then traced over her cheeks and jawline. “Like this?” he rasped, his words vibrating against her skin.

  “That feels good, but I want you to touch somewhere lower,” she said in a barely audible voice.

  “Where?” His tongue flicked her earlobe sending tingles over her body.

  “My pussy.” There, she’d said it. She’d said it many times in her sexual fantasies in her head, but she rarely said it aloud. The men she’d dated were not the kind who wanted a woman to say “pussy” during sex. But something about the way the handsome, dark man acted told her he’d love a woman to say it.

  “Well, babe, I have plans to touch and do a lot of nasty things to your pussy, but I will decide when that happens.”

  But you’re driving me fucking crazy! Baylee ran her fingers down his back as he blazed a wet trail from her neck to her collarbone. She slipped her hand between her legs, needing to touch her aching mound to relieve some of the pressure. B
ut before she could even graze her swollen lips, Axe grabbed her hand and brought it up.

  “You’ll touch yourself when I tell you to. For now, I’m the only one who gets to touch your pussy. Is it aching to be touched?” His finger circled the skin around her nipples.

  Nodding, Baylee squirmed again, trying to reposition herself so his thigh would hit it. No such luck; he was unmovable, his legs like steel rods. And what the hell was he doing to her chest? His finger kept coming so close to her hardened nipples, but he just missed them as he played with her breasts. Axe’s tongue scorched her skin as it traced her collarbone, and that damn hand of his teased as it rested on her inner thigh, millimeters away from her shuddering mound. Baylee’s body was in a state of agitation. It was like every nerve was a livewire, ready to short-circuit at any second.

  Then he grasped her arms and put them above her head. He drew back and stared at her quivering flesh: her hardened, dusky buds, her glistening pussy, her slightly parted and trembling legs. His dark glance started from her hazel eyes then moved slowly over her body down to her feet before heading up again, lingering for a few seconds on her sex and tits. As he assessed her, she swept her look over his chiseled chest, noticing a large cobra tattoo spread over it, the evil eyes boring into her. Axe’s stomach was flat, a sprinkling of dark hair disappearing beneath the waistband of his pants, which clearly showed he had a raging hard-on. From the way his pants bulged, she suspected his dick was a big one, and her mouth watered from just thinking about how it would taste and feel in her mouth.

  “Liking what you see?” His rough voice brought her eyes to his face. He smirked. “That’s good, ‘cause I’m lovin’ what I’m seeing.”

  In one movement, he slid his belt out of its loops. “You want to be tied up, baby?”

  His question went straight between her legs and she swiveled her hips, trying in vain to clench her thighs together to relieve some of the ache.