CHAPTER
Long before I am fully awake, the first thing I am conscious of is the ache in my body. My limbs ache especially my legs and the pulsing of my mound, still sore from Axel’s lovemaking last night. I smile remembering how I’d been embarrassed at first, noticing the blood on the sheets, on my thighs and even on his dick. He hadn’t minded but brought me to his bathroom where we’d spent over an hour in the hot tub. The hot tub, where he’d lifted me onto his cock and instructed me to ride him slowly. I’d started slowly yes but then incensed with need, I’d ridden him hard and fast, becoming accustomed to the rhythm of our sex. No wonder I still feel sore.
I roll over in the bed and reach out for Axel, frowning when I encounter only bed linens, the ones we’d used to make the bed after stripping off the other we’d ruined. I open my eyes and the bed is empty on his side. There’s still an indentation in the pillow where he had slept beside me.
He could be anywhere in the condo and I tried to shake off the disappointment that he hadn’t waited for me to wake up but had left me to sleep alone. After our intense lovemaking sessions last night, this is hardly how I anticipated waking up. Alone. I’d expected at least to find us the same way we went to sleep. Him spooning against my back, his arm wrapped around my wait, a kiss pressed to the nape of my neck.
I sit up in bed with a groan, listening out for sounds to indicate he’s in the condo but I can’t hear anything. I check the clock on the bedside table and it’s some minutes after ten. I can’t believe I’d slept this late. He’d kept the curtains drawn so I wouldn’t be disturbed by the morning light.
Sliding from the bed with a wince, I walk gingerly to the bathroom to pee. I’m still naked since we’d decided to go to bed without a stitch on. It had been Axel’s idea. Joking that if he wakes in the middle of the night with a hard-on he would want to be able to slip it in without much hassle.
Peeing stings a little and I figure I must have gotten a little torn by our vigorous lovemaking. Maybe I shouldn’t have been so exuberant the second time around but there had been something very sensual about being on top with the bubbling waters of the hot tub around us.
I decide it can’t hurt to take a shower and step into the cubicle. Once again, I marvel at the difference in showering here. The massaging force of the water makes a lot of difference. There’s also a back washer which massages the skin. I couldn’t resist and it feels great. I reluctantly leave the shower and dries off. I’m accustomed to him having disposable toothbrushes and quickly wash my mouth and brush my here.
There, no one could tell how ravished I had been last night. I look all decent again. Except I have nothing to put on. I assume my dress is still somewhere on the floor in the hall where Axel had stripped it from my body last night. I wonder what to do. As much as he’d kissed and loved the most intimate places of my body last night, I can’t see myself walking around in the nude.
Spotting his closet, I walk in tentatively, feeling a bit odd at going through his personal stuff. His closet is huge with several cupboards and racks where clothes are hung. I locate what seems to be a cupboard for his T-shirts and snag one, shrugging it over my head before leaving.
As soon as I step outside his bedroom, I smell a delicious aroma of what must be breakfast. So that’s what he’s doing. A small smile on my lips, and feeling less apprehensive, I walk barefooted to the kitchen and stop in the archway, staring at him shell-shocked. Apparently, I’m the only one who has morning after jitters.
He is naked as the day he is born, flipping pancakes. Shock gives way to desire as my eyes roam his body hungrily and it has little to do with the wonderful smell of the pancakes either. I can’t believe I am still sore from last night but I want him again. His back is to me and I study his broad back, narrow hips and taut backside.
I am not sure if I make a sound but he turns and catches me watching him. Now I am no longer staring at his backside but at his front. My eyes widen at his cock swelling beneath my gaze. Oh my.
“You see what you do to me, woman,” he says to me. “Come here and give me a kiss.”
I approach him shyly, thinking of giving him a peck but that’s foiled when he snags me around the waist and kiss me fully on the lips. His dick pokes me in the belly and I clutch his arms, almost swaying when he releases me.
“That’s good for a start,” he whispers and pushes a hand down between my legs to stroke me gently. “How are you down here? This is the only thing that can cure what’s ailing me right now.”
I pull away from his touch. “I’m a little sore,” I admit.
“I can kiss it better.”
I blush and walk away from him to sit at the island in the kitchen. “Breakfast is a better idea,” I inform him.
“Okay, one breakfast coming right up.”
As I watch him, I wonder how a man could be comfortable in so many different domains. He piles pancakes on our plates and a platter with scrambled eggs and bacon. Orange juice tops up our glasses and we dig into breakfast.
“This is good,” I moan around a mouthful of eggs.
“I can think of a thing or two that’d be much better.”
“Do you ever think of anything else besides sex?” I quip, taking a sip of the orange juice.
“It’s not my fault my cock remembers so well how good it feels being inside of your tight body.”
My face is red from his comment and I decide it would probably be safer for me to stop talking. Otherwise he would come up with more sexual innuendos, making me horny and as much as I could imagine how great it would be for us to have sex here in the kitchen, I don’t think I could go up to another round at all. My body needs some time to recuperate.
He finishes breakfast before me and gets up to wash his dish.
“I’ll clean up,” I tell him. “It’s only fair since you made breakfast.”
“Okay. I’ll go take a shower. Amuse yourself until I get out.”
He leaves the kitchen and I feel like I’m finally able to breathe properly. I quickly wash up, wiping down the counters, marvelling at how at home I feel in his home.
Afterwards, I go searching for my handbag and dress. I can’t find my dress anywhere but my bag is on a little table in the living room. I search inside, trying to find my phone to call Jessica and gossip a little before Axel gets out the shower but it’s not in my bag. I can’t think of anywhere else it would be. I check the bedroom but it’s not there and I don’t feel comfortable poking my nose about.
Not because we’d slept together last night means our personal space isn’t our own.
I’m sitting on the bed, frowning when Axel walks out of the shower, a towel knotted around his waist and another rubbing his hair dry.
“What’s wrong?” he asks then gives me one of his usual cocky grins. “Missed me already?”
I roll my eyes at him. “I’m trying to find my phone to call Jess. She’s probably worried she’s not heard from me all night. Do you remember if it also fell out my bag at the parking deck?”
“Hmm, you don’t have to worry about that,” he replies.
“What do you mean? She knows I’m here yes but she’s a very active imagination. I’m sure she’s called me a dozen times by now and probably thinking of you as Jack Ripper since I’ve not answered.”
He chuckles and walks towards his closet. “You’re right. She called you ten times but don’t worry. I called her back and let her know you’re okay, just sleeping.”
“You did what?”
I am taking to his back because he’s already disappeared into the walk-in closet. I can’t decide if he’s ignoring the question or didn’t hear me.
I trail after him into the walk-in closet where he’s getting dressed. I’m distracted a bit when he pulls on a pair of navy blue boxers but shake it off.
“What do you mean you called her? Where’s my phone?”
“It’s in my office.”
“What’s it doing in your office instead of in my handbag?”
He glances over at me with a bored expression which only serves to tick me off even more. “Try to keep up, will you Joyce? I heard your phone vibrating so I answered it and told her you were fine.”
“You went through my bag?” I exclaim in astonishment.
“Your phone was ringing.”
This time my face isn’t red with embarrassment as it usually is around him. It’s infused with heat from my anger and the way he is so nonchalant about it.
“My handbag’s my personal space. You don’t just go through a lady’s handbag.”
“Get over it already Joyce. No harm done.”
He turns to me, now fully dressed and attempting to leave the closet but I’m standing in his way and I have no intention of moving until I get my point across.
“I don’t want you going through my purse, my phone, nothing!” I tell him. “How’d you like it if I searched through your apartment?”
“Be my guest,” he says in amusement. “And while you’re at it, see if you can find my favorite cufflinks. I’m sure I dropped them somewhere.”
I’m so frustrated with him, I’m barely stopping myself from stomping my feet. “I’m being serious here Axel.”
“For fuck’s sake Joyce, it’s no big deal. If I can cum inside you. I sure as hell can go into your bag or your phone.”
This is one time I don’t appreciate his plain speaking. “One has nothing to do with the other. You violated my privacy.”
“Do you have something to hide?” he demands. “Do you have a call you’re expecting so you can leave here and hop in bed with another man?”
I gasp in outrage and I’m so hurt by his stamen, I slap him hard across the face. I regret it instantly, seeing the red imprint of my fingers against his white flesh. I step back but not soon enough. He grabs me by the arm and pulls me up against him, his eyes glinting dangerously. I pale thinking he’s going to slap me back or worse.
“Don’t you ever do that again,” he said softly but his tone brooks no argument.
Tugging my arms behind my back, he kisses me ferociously. My brain tells me to resist him but I can’t. He has me weak as usual. I lean into his hard body and accept his kisses, sucking on his tongue. My nipples are hard beneath his shirt and sore or not, I want this man inside me. Now.
I rub against his crotch and he lets me go as though burnt. I am blinking up at him in his confusion and his face is hard, robbed from any trace of affection or warmth.
“I’ll get your dress from the dryer,” he tells me. “You’re to get dressed. I’ll drop you back at your apartment.”
I nod around the tears in my throat but I could have saved myself as he’s already walked by me out the closet. I take a minute to swallow the sob rising up inside my chest before I walk into his bedroom. He returns with not my dress, shoes and my phone.
“Thank you,” I say to him.
He ignores my note of gratitude. “Meet me in the hall and don’t take all day.”
He walks out once more and I hastily dress. I’m still fighting the tears when I meet him in the hall and we walk side by side to the parking deck without touching. He opens the car door for me as usual but now I see he does it out of habit and not because he thinks I am anything special. The truth is devastating.
The ride to the apartment is way too short while I struggle to find something to say to make things better between us once more. He doesn’t get out the car when he gets to the apartment building but parks outside with the engine running.
“I’ll be out of town for a few days on business,” he says to me. “You’re not expected to show up to work until I get back.”
“Okay.” He says nothing else and I realize this is it. I quickly exit the car and slams the door shut. He drives away before I even get to my apartment. My eyes are blinded by tears, driving me to frustration as I miss the keyhole several times. Inside the apartment, I finally let the tears fall.