Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 29253 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29253 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 146(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
“He never remarried, did he?”
“Nah. I mean, he dated a lot.”
Joey knew that was accurate. Axel’s father had slept around with a lot of women. He was a man who many had described as broken, because he fell in love and lost his wife. It was sad. A lot of women had hoped to win him over but never had. He had died of cancer a few years ago. Again, this was all town gossip she was privy to being the owner of a coffee shop.
“No one could ever compete with my mom,” Axel said. “There was a time I thought he might hate me, you know. With everything that happened.”
“I doubt that.”
He chuckled. “I wouldn’t doubt it so much, but we talked it out, and he loved me.”
She had no doubt at all.
“But with Mom gone, he had to learn how to take care of himself, as she had taken care of him. He taught me to cook and take care of myself too.”
Chapter Four
Axel finished dinner, and it wasn’t anything fancy or too filling. He picked up the ingredients for chicken salad and brought them home before work. He had marinated the chicken in some lemon, garlic, and chipotle, as he loved that kick of spice.
He didn’t know if Joey liked spice, but she complimented his food. He knew how to make a damn good salad, and as far as he was concerned, there had to be a boiled egg on it. Softly boiled, not so it was runny, but it had a softness to the yolk.
After they finished eating, he gave her a tour of his home—the dining room, kitchen, sitting room, his office, and then a game room. There had been a potential for a library, but the few books he owned went into the game room. Next was upstairs, where he showed her the two spare bedrooms, along with the spare bathroom.
Then, he took her hand, leading her straight through to the bedroom, and he closed the door.
“You did all this yourself?” she asked.
“I did.”
He had a lot of time to himself, and when he wasn’t working on other projects, he liked to keep himself busy. It was a dream home, and as he looked at Joey, he was no longer thinking about work, but more importantly, how to get her naked.
She wore jeans once again, and a shirt, and he moved in close, gripping the edge of her shirt and pulling it up and over her head. He tossed it to the side, and next he tugged at her belt, along with the button and zipper. He worked fast, and as he was close to removing all of her clothes, Joey started to attack his.
He helped her with the shirt, but he was more interested in getting her naked, and he sunk to his knees, pulling her jeans down, and then with her panty-covered pussy, he couldn’t resist pushing his face against her cunt. She smelled so damn good. He breathed her in.
Sliding his fingers beneath the band of her panties, he began to pull them down, slowly at first, taking his sweet time, and then he no longer had the patience. It was like it all ran out at the same time, and he tugged them off, making the fabric snap. She let out a gasp.
“Don’t you worry, I will replace them.”
He already had a couple of sets in mind that he would love to get her into.
She let out another moan as he pressed his face against her stomach. Then he kissed her stomach before moving up to take each breast into his mouth.
At the same time, he started to remove the rest of his clothes. It was easy to take everything off, as he moved from one nipple to another, sucking at her buds. They were so fucking sexy. He growled against her flesh, and then, with his clothes finally gone, he got to put his hands on her. Cupping her tits, he pressed them together, and he couldn’t help but kiss the side of her tit and then bite down just a bit before going to the other.
After he had played with her tits, he cupped her face and kissed her. His rules were completely shattered. There had been no point in even following them.
Leading her to the shower, he turned it on and stepped inside, taking the full force of the cold water. Thankfully, it didn’t take long for it to warm up, and within minutes, he had nudged her underneath the now-warm water. He just couldn’t stop kissing her or stroking her body. She was everything. He loved the feel of her lips against his.
Axel pressed her up against the wall of the shower and slid his tongue across her lips. She let out a gasp, and he growled against her mouth, plunging inside, teasing his tongue with hers. This time he broke the kiss and started to trail his lips back to her neck.