Champagne Brunch: The Stiletto Sisters Series Ainsley Claire (primary phonics books .TXT) 📖

We’ve been lost in the moment. We’re both breathing hard.

He sits up. “I need to get a condom.”

“I’ve had the shot, and I’m clean,” I counter.

Axel stares at me, and after a moment I doubt my suggestion. “It’s okay if you don’t know or if you’d prefer to stick with condoms,” I tell him.

He smiles. “I’ve never had sex without a condom.”

“Whatever you want.”

“I haven’t slept with anyone since I met you, but, uh, I haven’t been checked in a while either, so before we go without a condom, why don’t I get us a clean bill of health?”

I nod. Is it me, or does he seem a little relieved?

“You’re so fucking sexy.” He kisses my neck, and I coo with pleasure. He kisses my shoulders and the space along my collarbones. His hands glide over my skin, taking it slow. I’ve never felt anything so soft.

I touch every inch of his back and his shoulders, his arms and hair. But my hands always seem to gravitate to his ass. I cup his cheeks—caressing, holding, and squeezing them. He pulls himself toward me, just grazing my center, teasing.

He scrambles out of bed and grabs the condom from his pocket. When he hands me the packet, I rip it open, and before I roll it on, I lock eyes with him and take his large, bulbous head into my mouth.

“I need to be inside you,” he growls.

I roll the condom on, and he climbs between my legs. He rubs his tip along my slit and then into the folds. “Just let me know if this is too much.”

“Fuck me,” I mewl.

He pushes inside and lets my body adjust. Axel groans. “It’s like a wet, warm fist squeezing my cock.” He lowers himself into me, and I gasp.

Somehow he rolls us over so I’m on top. He reaches between us and strums as he watches me slowly raise and lower myself, moving in slow motion, my mouth open. Each time, I press him in a bit deeper.

He rolls my nipples, and when it seems he can’t take my slow pace any longer, he holds my hips and presses into me, rotating his hips and stroking me with his cock.

I moan with pleasure, rocking my head from side to side, my long hair swinging. I raise my arms over my head and roll back and forth on top of him, rubbing myself against his hard shaft for that perfect friction. Axel continues to push himself in and out of me, going deeper each time.

He quickens the pace of his thrusts, and soon he’s slamming his pelvis into me. I moan with every push, my breasts bouncing as Axel pummels me.

“That feels amazing,” I gasp. “Right there. Don’t stop.” I climb higher and higher to my pinnacle. Then every muscle in my body freezes, and I moan so loudly they probably hear me out on the boardwalk.

Finally, my orgasm subsides, and I collapse against his chest. Axel slowly strokes me, taking his cock all the way out and pushing all the way in. After a moment, I come back to life and move my body with his. We’re in unison.

Suddenly, as if possessed, Axel flips me over on my back. In an instant, he’s on top. My eyes widen.

“I’m in total control now,” he growls.

I surrender to him without reservation.

“Put your legs around my neck,” he says.

I lift my legs to his shoulders, and Axel strokes long and fast. It doesn’t take long until he grunts his release. I’m so sensitive that I can feel him pulse his climax.

He pulls out, and immediately I miss him. He grabs a tissue from my nightstand and wraps the knotted condom before tossing it in the wastepaper basket. Then he returns to pull me close.

“I swear, each time we do this, it gets better and better. I wish I didn’t have to be at the airport so early tomorrow.” He kisses my ear.

“And I wish I didn’t have to meet with the lawyer tomorrow.”

“Regarding Flirt?” he asks.

“No, tomorrow I’m being deposed by Viviana’s lawyer.”

He sighs. “I’m sorry. I’ll be there with you in spirit. Come meet my sister and her kids tomorrow for dinner. We’ll order something and just relax. You can tell me about your day, or we can completely ignore it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” he whispers, sounding half asleep.

“Do you want to go with me to Jackson Graham’s wedding next weekend in Maui? No pressure,” I add in the same breath. Part of me is still certain he’s going to run away. I still haven’t totally come clean.

“I think I can make that happen,” he says after a moment. “The team will be doing an East Coast swing.”

I lie in his arms, and my heart soars.

Chapter 18

Mia

Geoffrey Lindsey, the Assistant US Attorney from Oregon, has joined Marci and me for today’s debacle: my deposition with Viviana’s lawyer at her office. Marci warned me that Tatyana Turgeneva plays dumb to increase her witnesses’ anxiety. And she appears to be correct. So far, Tatyana has forgotten to tell the court reporter the correct time for our meeting, said her computer wasn’t connecting to the network and her notes were on the server, then the camera wasn’t recording, and now she needs another coffee after all this time.

“Are you sure you don’t want another coffee?” she asks us, a faint Russian lilt to her voice.

“I’m good,” Marci assures her.

Assistant US Attorney Lindsey waves her off.

I shake my head.

More than an hour after we were supposed to begin, the court reporter has arrived, Tatyana is connected to the network, the camera is recording, and finally she sits across from me with her hot coffee.

She places both palms on the table. “I think