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This man is an absolute Silver Fox and my libido that’s been slumbering in hibernation for the last decade just woke the fuck up.
Because I’m tired of being lonely. Because I want someone to hug me. Because I want to know that there’s someone – anyone – that might love me the way I want to be loved.
I wait for the angel on my shoulder to tell me to keep my pants on and to walk out the front door. But the devil on my other shoulder has the angel tied up and gagged.
And if this thing works out between us, we’ll have to decide if you should call me mom or sister because I call Axel Daddy, too.”
Oh Maddie, you shouldn’t have worn my sweatshirt. There are consequences for your actions, Baby Doll. And you’re about to find out what happens to naughty girls who misbehave.
“You need a man.” Axel inhales through his nose, his huge chest expanding further with the action. “You need me.”
Oh. My. Fucking. God. I’m dead. I’ve literally died and gone to what-kink-is-this heaven.
Jesus Monster-Dick Christ. I can’t decide if I’m excited or terrified.
“But you better have a damn good reason if you want to be done with me, because I’m not gonna go quietly.”
“I clearly didn’t do a good job explaining what I like last night,” Axel grits out, his hand dragging a path across my thighs and up my stomach. “Because all that jiggling, that’s what I fucking crave, Baby Doll. If you’re not bouncing around, I’m not doing it right.” He leans back in his seat. “Now get out of the car, before I drive us straight home and break my promise.” “Your promise?” “Yeah. My promise to wait until tonight to fuck you into tomorrow.”
“I thought you liked when… I called you something else.” His eyes darken and I know he knows what I’m talking about. Axel’s fingers dig into the flesh at the top of my ass, pulling me closer. His voice quiet enough so only I can hear. “You can call me Darling in public, but it’s Daddy in the bedroom.”
Axel crouches down, one knee on the ground. “Maddison Faye Richards, you can come with me willingly or I can haul you out of here like the brat you are.” His fingers snag a lock of loose hair, letting the curl twist around his finger before he gives it a gentle tug.
