“Yeah. Sure.” I take it from him and he puts his hat back on, turning and walking away. I shut the door and go to my room, but I can’t help my worry. I feel like his disappearance is somewhat my fault. I hurt his feelings. I cut him deep. I shouldn’t have said what I did.
I know it’s dumb to do, but I grab my phone off the nightstand and text him, asking if he is okay. I don’t get a response, and because I don’t, I can’t sleep. When it’s time for me to get ready for work, I panic a little more, but I get dressed and go because I can’t be late tonight.
God, why does it have to be tonight when my head isn’t clear? Fucking Axel.
The club isn’t too busy, which is good. I need things to be easy for now so that I can get into the swing of things. It’s going to take a while to get used to walking the whole club, making sure everything and everyone is accounted for, but I’m not complaining. It doesn’t beat making drinks all night, though.
As I check off a few things on the clipboard for supplies, one of the waiters comes to the back. “Hey, Vanessa, there’s some guy asking for you out back.”
I look back at Reba, eyebrows dipping. “Did he say who he was?”
“Nope. Just said to ‘tell the redhead firecracker to come out.’” She laughs at that and I don’t know why, but I instantly fill up with relief.
I nod and place the clipboard down, walking past her. “Yeah, I know exactly who that is.”
I walk to the back and the music fades more and more the closer I get to the door. Pushing it open, I step out but I don’t see anyone at first. Not even his car. But then I smell a cigarette burning and I look to my right.
Sitting on one of the broken stools from the bar is Xander. His hair is a mess, but in a sexy way. He’s wearing all black and the stubble surrounding his mouth is thicker.
I walk his way and he turns his head, but doesn’t meet my eyes.
“What are you doing here?” I ask, doing my best not to sound too thrilled about it.
“Wanted to see you,” he responds.
“Why? Need another quick fuck?” I roll my eyes.
He stands up, tossing the cigarette and stepping on the tip of it. “That would be fucking great, but no. That’s not why I’m here.”
“So…why?”
“I wanted to let you know that I’m moving closer to campus with my cousin. He has an apartment there. Says he’ll only make me pay half.”
I don’t know why my heart sinks hearing this. “Oh.”
He presses his lips. “Just thought I’d let you know.” He looks away. I do too.
We’re quiet for a long time, but my heart is pounding now. “Well, thanks for telling me. I should get back to work,” I finally say, taking a small step back.
He stares at me, but doesn’t say a word, so I keep stepping away. When I realize he isn’t going to stop me, I feel my heart shrivel up in my chest and I turn my back to him, walking to the door.
I grab the handle, but before I go in, I look back, asking, “Why stop by and tell me? Why not just go?”
He thinks it over, rubbing a hand over his scruffy jawline. “Because I like you.” He pauses. “And I wanted to see how you’d react. Wasn’t the way I was expecting though.”
“You like me,” I repeat. I release the door handle, facing him again. “How long have you liked me?”
“Too fucking long,” he mumbles, like he can’t believe it himself.
I step toward him, palms clammy now, my chest so heavy. “Why didn’t you tell me that before?”
He gives me a small smirk. “It was just sex, right?”
I swallow hard. “Axel, I…I like you too.”
“Thought you hated me?” He cocks a brow.
“I mean, yeah, I hate you sometimes but…” I let out a deep breath. “I don’t know. Your uncle came by my house today looking for you. And when he told me he hadn’t heard from you and I realized I hadn’t seen you in days, it worried me. Too much. All night I’ve been worried about you and trying to figure out where you could be.”
He fights a smile. “Worried about me, firecracker? That’s a first.”
“I’ve thought about it—a lot. How it wouldn’t be so bad to have you as my roommate. You shouldn’t go. You should stay here. With me. If we end up killing each other, then we’ll just kill each other.”
“You really think that’s a good idea? I’m not the most reliable person, Vanessa.” His face is serious now.
I shrug. “If it doesn’t work out, then you can go stay with your cousin. If it does, well…it just does. But you’ll have to get a real job. No more scamming college students.”
He laughs at that. “Actually, a part of the reason I haven’t been around much is because I have a job now.”
“You do?” I breathe.
“Yep.” He wraps an arm around my waist, reeling me in. “It gets annoying as fuck being the disappointment. After that argument with you it made me realize I do need to get my shit together. I’m getting older, not younger. Plus, I was getting a little tired of the fucking partying too. It was good money, but it’s so fucking lame. Moving to his apartment will kill me. All that kid does is party.”
I giggle. “Yeah, I’m glad you came to that conclusion.” I rub a hand over his chest. “Where did you get a job?”
“Mechanic. Working on cars and shit. I’ve always been good at it.”
I grin. “That’s great, Axel.”
He sighs, looking down at me with hot gray eyes. “You sure about this, firecracker? I don’t want any bullshit. I move in and it’ll be fucking casual. If we want to fuck, we fuck. If we don’t, we don’t.” He shrugs.
“Sure. But there’s one condition.”
“What?”
“No other women. You move in with me, you only get me. You want another woman, you move the fuck out. Got it?”
He chuckles, lowering his head and sweeping his lips across mine. “Oh, yeah. I got it all right.”
He holds me tight in his arms and I throw my arms around his neck to kiss him. I don’t know what the hell I’m doing, but I hope it’s not a mistake. Axel and me as roommates? That’s fucking shocking. But we live and we learn right? What’s the worst that could happen?
There will be rules, of course, but the way I see it, it will be a no-pressure thing. I can deal with that. But I’m so serious about not having any other girls around.
I want to be the only one he takes. Me. It may seem selfish, but I don’t care because at the end of the day, I realize that all I want is him.
All I can think about is him.
Having him move in solves all my problems.
It’s only right.
Epilogue
Axel
Eleven Months Later
“Take your panties off.”
Vanessa is standing in front of me as I sit in my office chair, her red hair swimming around her shoulders. She has on a school girl uniform, looking sexy as fuck. It’s my birthday and she surprised me with this. I had a late night at the shop and was going to be home soon but I guess she couldn’t wait because she’s here now, wearing tights and a white button-down shirt tied above her belly button. Her skirt is short as hell, showing off those sexy legs.
She takes off her panties willingly. “I like your new office, babe,” she says in a sweet, seductive tone. “This kind of promotion suits you.”
Yeah, she’s right. It didn’t take me long to move up. I’m good at my job—even better than I thought. The cars get fixed and I don’t dick around. I’ve been working on cars my whole life.
“I’m glad you like it,” I say, stroking my cock as I look up at her, “but I’m getting impatient, baby. You’re standing there with almost nothing on and all I want to do is fuck the shit out of you right now.”
She moans and comes my way, lowering on my lap. As she drops, I feel her soaking wet pussy wrap around my tip and then she slides down, lower and lower, until I’m all in.
“Oh, fuck, that feels good,” I rasp. I clutch he
r plump ass in my hands and she sucks on my earlobe, grinding her pussy on my dick.
Shit has been great with Vanessa. Hell, it’s been better than I thought. I was hesitant about moving in with her, but I can’t think of having it any other way now. I come home to her—to the only woman I want. The woman I’ve wanted for fucking years.
I come home to a nice home cooked meal and good pussy. I’ve grown to love her, and that takes a lot to admit, but I do. I love her and I want to be with her for as long as I can. Hell, one day I want to marry the shit out of her. I tell her I do every day.
I stand up with her still wrapped around me and lay her down on the desk, building up quick thrusts as I fuck her.
“Yes,” she moans, throwing her hands in her hair. “Like that. I want it in my ass too, Ax.”
“Oh, shit, yeah.” It’s a good thing we’re closed and no one is here. She’s about to get loud real quick and I don’t want her holding back.
I pull out and flip her over, bending down and spreading her ass cheeks apart to lick her tight little hole. She tastes fresh and clean, like she showered before she got here. I wrap one hand around my swollen cock, ready to be inside the sacred hole.
“Your ass is always fresh when I need it to be,” I groan, pulling back.
She moans on the desk when I stick my tongue back in, licking around the rim and inside again. I stand back up, gripping my heavy cock. I look down and see a few drops of cum leaking from the tip, some landing on the back of her thigh.
Moving forward, I stick the head directly on her asshole, slowly stretching her open. I feel myself about to cum already as I grip her hip with one hand, using the other to slide my cock inside her tight little ass.
“Oh, God, Axel!” she cries out as I stretch her a little wider.
“Hold still, baby.” I push in a little more. Her ass swallows my cock, the sight of it making me harder by the second.
She clutches the edge of the desk and I sink in more. I grab her ass with both hands, holding on tight as I lightly stroke in and out of her hole.
“Shit, your ass is amazing,” I groan, and she writhes below me, calling my name, begging for more. The desk rattles as I pick up the pace, still gripping her ass cheeks and drilling her hole.
“How does it feel being a teacher getting fucked on a desk?” I ask in her ear, leaning down and pumping in her ass a little slower. I wrap a hand around her throat.
“Feels good,” she breathes. “So fucking good.”
“I bet it does, firecracker.” She pushes back, wrapping her whole ass around my throbbing cock. She’s officially a teacher now and she starts her new job soon. She got the call two days ago. It’s like we both got good news at the same time and it feels fucking great.
And because of it, I’m going to fuck my pride right into her. I’m proud of her. Proud of us. I pull my cock out and flip her over so I can see her pretty face. I slowly slide my cock back into her ass in a missionary position, holding onto the back of her neck for support. She pants hard, gripping my upper arm.
“You know I love you, right, Nessa?” I groan. I’m so hard in her ass. I’m about to fucking cum because it feels so good—she feels so good.
“I know you do,” she says. “And I love you, Axel.” She holds my face and kisses me when I plant my knuckles on the desk. I don’t stop pumping, not even when I feel myself explode. I blow my whole load right into her tight little asshole, our tongues locking. My cum is hot and thick and dripping out of her ass with the final, rigid thrusts.
“Fuck,” I sigh when she pulls her mouth away from mine. “I am never going to get enough of that shit.”
“Of what?” she laughs.
“Every fucking time you kiss me and I’m fucking you—shit. There’s no greater feeling, baby. Makes my fucking head spin.”
She giggles. “I’m glad to know that.”
I draw myself out but sit in the chair and hold her thigh up. “Don’t move.”
“What? Why not?” she asks, looking down at me.
“Because I’m about to eat my future wife’s pussy. That’s why.”
Her face turns red. She loves when I say that and I love it when the words come out of my mouth, so naturally.
I bury my tongue into her hot, sweet cunt and she moans loudly, and as I eat my little firecracker on my new desk, I know it won’t get any better than this.
She’s fucking amazing and I can’t get enough of her. She pushes me to do better. She believes in me and I haven’t had a woman believe in me other than my grandmother.
I’m so attached to this woman. She’s everything I need and it’s taken me years to figure that shit out. She’s mine for life. Only mine.
We’ve had our slip-ups. We still fight and bicker, fuck hard, but we love even harder and that’s hard to come by.
She’s all I want, I’m all she wants, and it will be this way forever.
I’m going to marry this girl. I’m going to make her my everything.
THE END
Next Up:
CRAVE, a sexy office romance.
ONE
JENNA
What is wrong with me?
Normally, after having a session with Jude on Sunday, I’d leave the hotel feeling great—like a woman who could conquer the world—but that night was a little different. Maybe I was crazy, or maybe there was so much more to this than he cared to admit. It’d been three months of this now and neither of us could get enough of each other.
Every Sunday it was just the two of us in a fancy hotel suite. He would book it for us, and we’d do things in there—naughty things that I knew couldn’t really be explained. Only experienced. There were times when I’d wanted to stay, but he would tell me to leave. There were times when I wanted to kiss him so badly it hurt, but he would always reject me. I sat there that night, staring at him, wondering just how he felt about me—wondering if he could feel the magnetic pull I constantly felt when we were in the same room. He had his eyes closed and was sleeping peacefully. It was the first time I’d actually seen him sleep since this started. He was comfortable, like he didn’t want to be anywhere else but here.
“Jude, I have to go,” I whispered, sliding closer to him.
He groaned and mumbled in his sleep. I didn’t want to interrupt his rest. He’d been drinking a little too much, like he’d been stressed. I could feel his stress between my thighs and on my hips—a sweet soreness that I didn’t want to fade anytime soon.
I of all people knew he needed to get some sleep, so I slid to the edge of the bed and grabbed my jeans off the floor, shoving my legs through the pant legs and standing to button them. I found my sweater on the chair and grabbed it, pulling it down over my head.
“You can’t leave,” Jude mumbled as I picked up my bag. My eyebrows dipped and I turned to focus on him.
“What?” I whispered.
“Can’t…leave.” He sighed, rolling to his side. His back was to me now. “I like being with you. I like…you.”
I was surprised to hear that. He…liked me?
I didn’t get it. Was he still drunk? Was he thinking about someone else? Was he thinking about her? I needed to hear him say it again.
“Jude,” I called from where I stood in the middle of the room.
He didn’t respond.
“Jude,” I called again, but seconds later I heard him snoring.
I dropped my gaze to the floor, contemplating whether to stay or go. Eventually, I went with the latter. He would be upset if I stayed longer than I was supposed to. He’d established rules and I was going to follow them. This was best for him and me, especially for me because I was already wanting more.
Needing more.
Craving more.
Sighing, I walked to the door and grabbed the knob, twisting and pulling it open. “Goodnight, Mr. Clement,” I murmured, and left.
Left my boss to be alone.
TWO
JENNA
Monday morning. The day after.
People seemed to loathe Mondays, but I don’t think there was anyone who disliked them more than me. My eyes bounced over to the clock on the wall. I knew in about five more minutes, he would be strolling through that door, so I stacked the papers I had in my hand, placing them neatly on his desk.
I knew not to be in here when he arrived, but I needed to talk about yesterday. I needed him to look me in the eye and tell me I wasn’t crazy—that I’d heard what I heard. The elevator chimed from where I stood and my breath nearly caught in my throat.
I looked down, sliding my slick palms down the front of my white pencil skirt and then smoothing out some of the wrinkles from my silky red blouse that revealed way too much cleavage, just the way he liked it. Not to mention the red stilettos I bought to wear to work, just for him. Red is sultry, sexy, tempting. He, of all people, could never resist it. I checked my hair in the mirror on the wall to my right and just as I straightened up, the door opened wider.
He walked inside, making it halfway through the room, focused on the iPhone in his hand. Like he knew he wasn’t the only one in the room, he picked up his head and as soon as he spotted me, he stopped walking.
I froze, hardly breathing.
His beauty alone could make any woman stop dead in her tracks.
He was very handsome.
Judas Clement—a name that should have frightened my fragile heart from the start. Before I met him, really got to know him, I was pure. I deemed his parents insane for giving him such a blasphemous name, but then I got to know him, spend an ample amount of time around him, and realized his name suited him all too well. Why? Because he betrayed my heart constantly, played me like a fool every week, but I forgave him every single time.
When I first laid eyes on this man, I wondered what the good Lord was thinking while creating him. From crown to foot, he was breathtakingly beautiful, and he knew it. Oh, trust me, he knew it.
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