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

at a Flirt event, so he has a general picture of my life and lifestyle. It’s truly refreshing that he doesn’t need to tell me how important he is, how much money he has, or where he vacations. Nor has he talked to me about funding a startup. Part of me wants to put it all out there, just so I can stop worrying about it, but this has been a wonderful day, and I’m not about to ruin it. We’re just dating and getting to know each other, and that’s kind of fantastic. I really think this might go somewhere.

When Axel rings the bell, I open the door, trying not to seem too eager. SoBe bounds in and nearly beats me with his tail.

Axel blushes. “I brought an overnight bag, but if you prefer we not stay, I get it.”

“No, I’d love for you to stay.” I walk into my living room. “Can I offer you a drink?”

“I’ll take a bourbon with ice, if you have it.”

I smile. “That’s easy. If you’re going to get into a bunch of fancy juices or mixers, I might have to get them delivered.”

“I’m not that high maintenance.”

Once I bring him his drink, we sit down on the couch and he puts his arm around me. I curl in.

He chuckles. “Well, you say that now, but you haven’t met my family. In less than twelve hours, I will have four boys under age seven living in my house.”

“What happened to bring your family back to the States so suddenly?”

Axel spends the next half hour telling me about how his sister got to Australia and why he’s flying her home last minute.

I’m amazed at his generosity and support for her. “She’s so lucky you can do that. Not a lot of people would.”

“My parents weren’t supportive of her relationship with Marco at first. But now they want her to stick it out no matter what. That’s placed a lot of pressure on her with Marco struggling to stay on the professional surfing tour. I want her to make the choices that are right for her. But I’d do anything for her—which you may have to remind me when I have four kids running crazy at my house.”

I move closer. “You’re so sexy when you say things like that.”

He leans in and kisses me softly. “You’re pretty sexy yourself. Maybe we can go upstairs and enjoy being sexy together while naked.”

I stand and lead him upstairs to my bedroom.

“You look very uncomfortable in your clothes…” I tell him.

“What are you thinking?” His eyes roam over me.

“I’ve been thinking a lot about you, and I thought I might take advantage of you tonight.”

Axel smiles and there’s a twinkle in his eyes. “You want to be in charge?”

“Would that bother you?” I ask. My eyes go to his crotch and my mouth falls open slightly.

Axel unzips his pants and lets them drop to his ankles. He’s wearing boxer shorts, and his cock fills them nicely, growing long and thick. He steps out of his pants and stands before me.

“I usually prefer to be in charge.” He looks me up and down. “But you can have a turn.”

I reach down and unzip my capris. He watches me carefully. I reach in with both hands and slowly slide the pants down my legs. I’m wearing lacy bikini underwear that shows off my ass, just for him.

I bend over to pull my feet out of my pants. His cock twitches as he’s riveted to my every move. “You’re still wearing your shirt,” I challenge.

“Maybe I need some help.”

I step forward and begin unbuttoning his shirt. As I open it, my hands splay across his hard torso, sliding up seductively to push the shirt over his shoulders.

Shivering with anticipation, I step back and reach for the hem of my sweater. Once I pull it over my head, I stand in front of him in a matching bra of fine lace.

Axel’s eyes move to my breasts, and my nipples pebble.

“Good,” he says softly. He pulls down the waistband of his shorts with two hands, and I bite my lip in anticipation. He makes it slow and dramatic—one inch at a time until he’s revealed himself fully.

“And you?” he asks.

I stare at his cock, slowly pulling down the straps of my bra. The lacy cups are loose now, barely containing me as I reach around my back with one hand, trying to unclasp my bra.

“Can I help?” Axel asks valiantly, and I turn my back to him.

He moves behind me. “You’re so unbelievably gorgeous.” He plants a kiss on my shoulder and unfastens my bra, and sliding the straps off my arms and gliding his fingers softly over my skin. Then he reaches for my panties, sliding his finger along the edge before moving them down over my ass and legs.

I place his hand on my breast. He pulls and kneads my nipple until it’s erect and hard. He then takes it into his mouth, sucking and stroking with his tongue. My legs become weak, and I almost collapse as he snakes his arm around me and his cock presses between my legs. My heart pounds.

I guide him to the bed, and he slips his fingers into my folds. The warm wetness of my sex aches for his touch. “God, that feels so good.” I reach for his long, hard cock and caress him with luxurious strokes.

He penetrates me with his fingers, working that magic spot inside. It doesn’t take long before my channel clamps down. I groan.

“You’re so fucking tight right now. I can’t wait to feel my cock pushing inside you,” Axel grits. Suddenly, he pulls his fingers out and grabs my wrist. “I don’t want you to come yet, and I certainly don’t