I went back into the kitchen, trying to tell myself it was none of my business how he spent his money. I poured myself a glass of wine so full that I had to bend down and suck some off the top so I could pick it up without spilling it.

“That’s what I like to see,” Axel said, coming back into the kitchen, smelling like heaven after his shower. “Practicing those sucking skills.”

I shot him a glare as I turned to get the meatballs out of the oven. I put the garlic bread in and set the timer. Axel was crowding up behind me, and I said, “Excuse me. I need to start the pasta.” Dammit, why does he have to smell so fucking good?

He backed up a step to let me pass, and I went to the pantry and pulled out the spaghetti, breaking it—imagining it was Milan’s skinny neck—and putting it in the boiling water. I slugged down about half the glass of wine before stirring the sauce. Then I drank the rest of it. By the time I took the bread out and drained the pasta, Axel had refilled my wine glass.

We sat down to eat, and Ax kept my wine topped off the entire meal. He made all kinds of sexual innuendos that went right over Carrie’s head, and by the time we were done, I was getting a bit tipsy. Okay, a lot tipsy. And a lot horny. Pissed off and horny should make for a killer orgasm.

Axel helped me carry the dishes into the kitchen, rubbing his crotch against my ass when I bent to put dishes into the dishwasher. He grabbed me roughly when I stood and said, “You finish up here, and I’ll get Carrie bathed and in bed. I have plans for you, gorgeous. Hot, dirty plans.”

“My favorite kind,” I purred, feeling much more relaxed after all the wine. I got the dishes cleaned up and went upstairs to take my shower before climbing into bed totally naked. Axel entered the room a few minutes later and grinned as he locked the door and pulled his shirt over his head. My eyes dragged down his broad shoulders, chiseled pecs, and washboard abs, and I licked my lips hungrily. His body is so freaking amazing. And then he pulled his pants down. Wow. His cock hung heavily between his legs, the tip wet with pre-ejaculate. “You’re so yummy, baby,” I told him, my words slurring slightly.

“And you’re so drunk but fucking adorable,” he said, stroking his thick length as he stalked toward me, his eyes on fire and his nostrils flaring like he could smell me from across the room.

“Maybe you should take advantage of me,” I challenged.