I was pinning my auburn hair up on my head in loose curls when Axel walked into the bathroom, his eyes roving over my body before he placed his hands on the counter on either side of my hips. His steamy gaze met mine in the mirror, and he said, “You’re fucking stunning, Blaire. I’m not sure we’re going to make it to the hotel.”

His lips sucked lightly back and forth across my shoulder, his eyes locked with mine before I felt his teeth sink into my flesh there. “Don’t mark me. My dress has spaghetti straps,” I said, hunching my shoulders up.

He pulled away, daringly grazing me with his teeth as he took a step back and began undressing, still watching me in the mirror. He turned and walked toward the glass-walled shower, giving me a view of his spectacular ass, looking over his shoulder once to see if I was looking. I was. He pursed his lips in a kiss, and I returned the gesture.

“Like what you see?” he asked as he turned on the shower.

I bent forward, wiggling my ass a little, still watching him in the mirror. “I sure do. Do you like what you see?”

“I do, and I plan on seeing a lot more of it later. With my mouth.”

Lord, have mercy!

He got in the shower, and I went and got dressed in a champagne slip dress and nude Manolo Blahniks. When I walked out of the closet, Axel crooked a single finger at me, beckoning me closer. Surely, he didn’t expect me to get in the shower with him right now. I was not re-curling this hair.

He stepped close to the long glass wall of the shower as I approached, and he moistened his bottom lip with the tip of his tongue and dragged his teeth through the moist flesh. I looked down to see him cupping his balls, rolling them between his long fingers. He leaned forward a little and placed one hand on the glass, and I put mine in the same spot on the outside of the shower wall. Like we were holding hands, but not.

Ax took his thick cock in his hand and stroked it once, his lips parting. “Watch me,” he mouthed. I looked down and saw him move his hand up and down his shaft before rubbing his palm over the dripping precum at the tip. Then he started pulling himself hard, and I’ll be fucked if my panties weren’t soaked already. I pressed my thighs together, studying intently as he pleasured himself with his hand. It was the hottest, most masculine thing I had ever witnessed, that huge hand powerfully jerking that huge cock.