My hands start at Axel’s chest, feeling the strong muscles beneath his shirt. But I want more. Dragging my fingertips down his stomach, I hook them under the hem of his shirt and press my palms against his warm skin. And at the same time, his hands pull up the back of my dress, so his big hands can grip my now bare ass. I instantly melt into him. Axel is so big. So damn big and thick and exactly what I’ve always pictured when I’ve thought of my perfect man. He’s a protector and a fighter. But also a giver. Our heads tilt to deepen the kiss and Axel reaches lower between my legs, from behind,
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