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didn’t let me finish.” I slide my hands down and curl them in the opening of his blazer. “You’re the best fuck I’ve ever had, but that’s all you’ll ever be. I don’t have time for more.” I pause and watch his face. The confidence in his smirk has faded to uncertainty. “Now, if you can accept that, you’re still welcome to come to my place later tonight. If you can’t, then we’re going to keep things strictly professional between us. Now what’s it going to be?”
    He stares at me for several seconds, then smiles. “I’ll be there. But just so you know, I’m going to be working to change your mind about us,” he says as he straightens and walks to the door.
    He rips the door open and holds it for me. I walk past him, then hesitate outside the doorway as something occurs to me.
    “By the way, those were some crazy ass fighting skills you used in there. Where did you learn those moves?”
    His expression clouds over, and I see pain there. “That’s a story for another day.”
    I want to push, yet at the same time, I don’t. I don’t want to cause him any more pain than I already have. “Sure thing, Axe.”
    “Axe?” he furrows his brow.
    “It just rolled off my tongue. Don’t read too much into it.”
    “Oh baby,” he says through a playful smirk. “I don’t ever read.” He gestures with his hand into the club. “Now, how long do you plan on having me hold this door open?”
    I walk past him and head back into the club. When I feel the light breeze cut off behind me, I know Axel is following, and so I decide to put on a show for him. I dig one heel into the ground after the other, sauntering down the hall with a playful twitch of my ass.
    And when I gaze over my shoulder, his eyes are right where I want them to be. I have him wrapped around my finger, only I’m not sure that’s a good thing. Because as powerful a hold I have on him, he seems to have just as powerful a hold on me.
    He’s already possessive of me, and we aren’t even in an actual relationship. It turns me on, even scares the hell out of me a little, to think what he’d do for me, who he’d kill to protect me, if I was ever really truly his.
     

Chapter Eleven
     
     
    Axel
     
    When we enter Alyssa’s apartment, she heads straight to the bedroom, ripping her shirt over her head in one quick motion. I follow suit and toss my blazer and tee to the floor.
    My hand falls to my belt as I make my way to her, but she swats my hand away and takes control. With haste, she undoes my belt first, and then my button and fly. She pushes my jeans down my hips, followed by my black boxer briefs.
    My erection springs free. She’s lost in the moment, her eyes focused squarely on my hard length, but it’s not too long before she wraps a soft hand around my shaft, and I shudder from the touch.
    She runs her hand up and down, tracing a path from the head of my cock to the base of my shaft, then running her thumb over the slit.
    My knees buckle and I take advantage of my lack of control to pull her up and push her back against the bed.
    I kick free from my jeans and boxers, and tug her shorts down her legs.
    Under the light of the moon, which paints Alyssa and the bed like some kind of modern film noir, I get a glimpse of what heaven looks like.
    She angles her knees in the air, and glides her panties down her hips. I lunge forward to assist her, ripping them down the remainder of her long, silky legs.
    Here we are, both stripped bare for the second time in as many nights. Somehow, it doesn’t feel real. I might be one hell of a cocky son of a bitch, but I feel like I don’t deserve her. She’s too perfect for someone like me, and that makes me want her all the more.
    “What are you staring at?” she questions as she rises to lean against her elbows. Her gaze pulls me inside out. The entirety of her existence is one huge contradiction after another. Yeah, she’s as pure as white snow, but she’s also this crazy sexy devil.