I could feel his eyes on my face, watching me watch him, and that only made it more erotic. He stroked himself harder, and I saw his fingers curl against the glass and heard his soft grunts. “Blaire…” he said on a loud groan as the first jet of cum hit the glass. I traced the fingers of my free hand over the spot, and he groaned again, coming harder as he watched me touching his cum through the clear wall.

When I finally looked back up at him, I found that our faces were only an inch apart. “I love you,” he mouthed, and I said it back. I was breathing heavily when I stepped back, even though I had done nothing more than watch. Axel gave me a wink before turning to wash himself, and I went back into the bedroom, slipping off my wet panties as I sat on the bed.

Holy shit, my man is fire.

Axel came out a few minutes later, dressed in a black suit and blue tie that perfectly matched his eyes. “Damn, you look hot,” I said, my eyes taking in every tall, sexy inch of him.

“As do you, sweetheart,” he said, taking my hand as I rose. He looked down. “What is this?” he asked, pulling my panties out of my hand.

“They were pretty wet, so I took them off,” I said with a coy smile. He held them to his nose and inhaled before slipping them into his jacket pocket and giving me a wicked grin.

“I think we’re both going to enjoy tonight very much.”

If she will allow it.

“I hope so,” I said as he led me down the stairs, holding my hand so I didn’t break my neck in my heels.

He took his phone out of his pocket and placed it on the counter. “That’s staying here,” he said gently, dipping his head to look me in the eyes. “Okay?”

“Okay,” I told him, feeling relaxed for the first time in days. “I’ve got mine in my purse in case we need it, and I told Evan to only call me if there’s an emergency with Carrie. Beau and the boys know I’m off the grid tonight, so we shouldn’t be disturbed.”

I grabbed my small, gold clutch and took Axel’s arm as he carried our small overnight bag. And then we walked out the door for our night of blissful solitude.

46. Blaire

Blaire

We were led to a candlelit table near a window, and Axel pulled out my chair for me as I sat. He sat across from me and took both of my hands on top of the table. “You look so beautiful tonight, Blaire.” His thumb brushed over the platinum bracelet he had given me years ago. I hadn’t taken it off since that night in his closet, except for when I was in surgery.