I watched in fascination as the muscles in his arms, his shoulders, and everywhere I could see worked to pleasure me. He put everything he had into loving me. He gave himself to me.
And I wasn’t ever giving him back.
When my orgasm began to build, I gripped his backside pulling him deeper, wanting him closer.
He waited until I was already toppling over the edge, pulling him close, before he let out a low groan of relief and completely enveloped me with his large body.
We lay in a sweaty, heaving heap as we came back to ourselves. He moved us so that I was on top of him as his hand stroked over my back. I didn’t want to get up, ever.
“Let’s get some sleep,” he suggested, moving us further into the bed and pulling the covers over our bodies.
“I can’t sleep naked,” I squeaked.
He chuckled. “Why the hell not?”
“I don’t know. I just can’t,” I stammered. “What if there’s a fire? What if Mad needs me in an hour?”
“Your clothes are five feet away. I want your skin under my hands,” he said in a tone that wasn’t to be trifled with.
His large hand swept over my breast down to my stomach before he cupped me intimately.
“Okay,” I agreed breathlessly.
“Okay.” He pulled my back to his front and we fell asleep with his hand between my legs.
I’d never felt so worshipped in my life.
Chapter 7
The next morning when Mad was babbling and cooing from his crib, Axel got up, threw on his boxers and brought him back into bed with us.
The three of us lay cuddled close and I didn’t think I’d ever felt more content.
“We gotta get to the club,” Axel announced when Maddox grew restless and clearly wanted food.
“So early?” I wrinkled my brow.
He scoffed, throwing on a t-shirt as I rose from the bed wearing his discarded t-shirt I’d thrown on earlier. “I would have been there at 3 a.m. if I thought I could’ve dragged you and Maddox with me.” He stepped closer, grasping my hip to pull me to him as Maddox lay cooing on the bed. “As it turned out, it was much better for me that we stayed here,” he told me, taking my mouth in a quick but consuming kiss.
“For me, too,” I agreed breathlessly.
“You wearin’ my t-shirt?” he asked as I scooped Mad up and headed for the kitchen.
“Yeah,” I shrugged.
“My dirty t-shirt,” he amended, his eyes sweeping my frame.
“It smells good,” I swallowed, trying to keep some semblance of sanity under his lust-inducing gaze.
“You smell good on me, too.” He gave me a crooked smile and ran his fingers under his nose.
Holy hell.
The doorbell chimed loudly then, surprising us both.
“Go get some clothes on,” Axel ordered, cocking his head toward the bedroom.
“Bossy,” I mumbled, taking Mad with me to throw on some clothes as Axel stalked to the door.
When I re-entered the living room, I was surprised to see an older suit-clad man standing by the front door. He looked slightly nervous as he looked up at Axel’s imposing figure as he stood guarding the man’s entry with arms crossed.
“Miss Foster?” he presumed, peeking his head around Axel’s large body and pushing his glasses further up his nose.
“Yes?” I answered, confused.
He sighed, looking relieved. “I’m so glad I tracked you down. I’m Frank Greenwood from JC Financials,” he explained, though that didn’t mean anything to me.
He must have seen the blank look on my face. “We manage your trust.”
My brows knit in confusion as to what he’d be doing tracking me down. “Come in,” I gestured, giving Axel a look to relax. He nodded once and moved further into the room gesturing that the man should have a seat.
“Coffee?” I offered.
“No, thank you,” he shook his head as I took a seat nearby. Axel placed Mad in his Pack ‘N Play with some toys and joined me.
“Miss Foster, your brother contacted us recently. He was concerned about statements you made that your parents had cut off your trust fund,” he began as he opened up a briefcase and removed some documents. “We were very concerned and immediately investigated. What we uncovered is quite disturbing,” he admitted with a sigh.
My mouth went dry as I waited for him to continue.
“It seems as though one or both of your parents have been intercepting your payments for the past year. Since we had no forwarding address for you and weren’t aware you had left NY, the checks continued to go to them. It is also worth noting that a significant sum was left for your brother upon your grandfather’s death that I’m just now able to provide to him.”
“Did they try to steal that, too?” I asked quietly, bracing for his response.
“It would seem so,” he admitted frankly.
“So they weren’t able to actually cut off my fund then?” I asked, needing clarity.
“No,” he shook his head. “Your grandfather left that money to you and was very explicit with the terms. This is why, despite the interception, your parents weren’t able to successfully acquire any of yours or your brother’s funds. I can’t prove it but it seems they did in fact try to. I’m here to deliver the back pay from the past year and to confirm payments moving forward.”
I looked over to Axel, needing him to center me in the whirlwind I’d suddenly been caught up in. He put his arm around me, pulling me into his warm body.
“Do her parents know you’re here?” Axel’s deep voice demanded, the rumble of his voice vibrating from his body.
“I’d imagine so,” Mr. Greenwood nodded.
“They want control of those funds. That’s what last night was about,” Axel growled.
“I don’t understand,” I shook my head. “They’re rich. Why do they want our money?”
“Maybe they’re not so rich anymore,” Axel surmised. “Can we press charges?” he asked Mr. Greenwood.
I stiffened, the reality of the situation slamming into my chest and causing my heart to fly.
“You can try,” Mr. Greenwood nodded. “Though you might have difficulty making anything stick as the checks weren’t cashed. Unless you can prove they made a concerted effort to acquire the funds they can claim they had no forwarding address and were simply holding on to the money.”
“Shit,” Axel growled.
“I’m sorry about this,” Mr. Greenwood offered, seeming sincerely distressed. He handed me an envelope which I held in my lap.
“Is this the address future checks should be sent to?” he asked.
I looked to Axel. So much was yet to be worked out between us. Confirming an address felt like so much more. It meant not only that Maddox and I would be here, but that I trusted Axel in a way I couldn’t even trust my own parents.
He held my gaze, his eyes glittering with emotion. “Yes.” He confirmed Mr. Greenwood’s question without breaking eye contact.
I looked back into his eyes knowing I was about to take a leap of faith.
“Yes, use this address.” I nodded, looking toward the banker.
“Okay then,” he stood, reaching out to shake both our hands. “I’m off to your brother’s house now,” he confirmed. “You two don’t have the same last name?” he questioned as he straightened his jacket.