Champagne Brunch: The Stiletto Sisters Series by Ainsley Claire (easy readers .txt) 📗

with my team to find out what she may have stolen from my company, as well as those of the other women in the group. It’s not pleasant, but thankfully, Nate doesn’t think any of us were involved. Viviana confessed to him while he was wearing a wire, but now it’s a mess because she’s fighting the charges in court.”

“Well, I’m sorry about that,” Axel says. “All of it.”

It’s finally getting dark enough that the film can start. Axel inches closer to me, and I can smell his sandalwood and citrus aftershave. I shut my eyes to commit the scent to memory. Then I smell SoBe and feel his nose wedging between us.

“Oh no you don’t,” Axel chides. “No cockblocking there, mister.”

SoBe tries the sad dog look, but Axel isn’t buying it, so he comes around to my other side and cuddles in close.

The movie begins, and I relax into Axel’s chest with one hand on SoBe. Already I wonder if we should call it a night and just go back to my place.

Chapter 10

Axel

Mia’s fingers are laced with mine as we drive back to her place. “Thank you for the movie,” I tell her.

“That was even better than I expected, and I really liked the picnic,” she says. “We’ll have to do that again sometime.”

When we arrive at her place she asks, “Are you coming in?”

I smile. “I didn’t want to presume.”

“Then I insist.” Her voice is soft and seductive, like a siren of the sea calling to me. “Come on up.”

I follow her into her house with SoBe leading the way. When I arrived earlier, I’d expected her to live in an apartment, and I was surprised to find a fairly large home right on the boardwalk that runs along the waterfront from the Golden Gate Bridge to the Bay Bridge.

She offers me a drink, and when I agree, she hands me a glass of Jonnie Walker Blue Label and points toward the gas fireplace. It tastes like butter. We sit down on the couch, and Mia snuggles close. I like how well she fits against me. My thumb runs a circle on her shoulder, and she sighs. I like that, too. There is music playing, and we watch the flames as they lick the artificial wood.

“Your home is beautiful,” I tell her. “How long have you lived here?”

“I’m coming up on ten years, actually. After growing up in a noisy apartment in Manhattan, I wanted to live someplace quiet with a view of the water.” She laughs. “I got the view, but the boardwalk out front is louder than you’d think with people always strolling along.”

SoBe finds a spot on the floor and seems to take in the view. After finishing our drinks, we enjoy the quiet. I imagine I can hear the sounds of the water, but I’m not sure. Mia looks up and me, her eyes dark. Leaning in, I kiss her softly, licking at the seam of her mouth. She grants me entry, and our kiss is soft but not urgent.

Then she stands, reaches for my hand, and leads me upstairs to her bedroom. I don’t notice anything other than her.

In the bedroom, she stands before me and lifts her dress over her head, leaving only a lacy pair of boy shorts behind. Her brown nipples pebble, begging to be touched. She’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Walking to me, she kisses me and reaches for the hem of my shirt, lifting it and removing it.

She caresses my chest. “You’re so beautiful.” My own nipples are laser points, and my cock is straining behind my pants. She kisses me again, her hand stroking. She does something to me. I’m so turned on that if I’m not careful I’ll blow my load right in my pants.

Leaning down, I kiss her neck, and I can almost hear her pulse racing. Next to her bed I spot a bottle of lavender massage oil.

She follows my gaze. “You try walking in four-inch stilettos all day and tell me your calves don’t hurt.”

“Can I give you a massage?”

She looks up at me, biting her lower lip, and nods.

I want to be the one biting that lip. But if I don’t slow down, I’m not going to last long. “Take off that underwear, and lie down on your stomach.”

She turns toward the mirrored closet doors and watches me remove my wallet from my pants. I deposit three condoms on the bedside table, and she licks her lips as I drop my pants, my erection hard as a lead pipe.

“Let me know if I do something you don’t enjoy.”

She smiles lazily.

I pick up the bottle and pour oil onto the palm of my hand. Then I hold my hand over the small of Mia’s back and let the warm oil drizzle onto her bare skin. She arches slightly, and I’m struck again by the extreme beauty of Mia’s body.

She has a slight sway to her back that accentuates her gorgeous behind and creates a delicate curve that somehow reminds me of a cello. I noticed Mia’s dancer’s body when I first set eyes on her on the stage at the Flirt event. The charge of physical attraction coursed through me immediately, a surge of pheromones that had me imagining being inside her. Now that I’ve spent time with her and gotten to see what kind of person she is, my attraction has only increased.

I kneel next to Mia and ever so softly run my hand over the drizzled oil, spreading it across her lower back. Usually, I’d start on the shoulders, easing into the massage and encouraging a gradual relaxation. But with Mia, I feel compelled to go right for her lower back. And her ass. And her thighs. The way she looks at my cock, with hunger