“Why did I just cream myself when you pulled your belt off?”

He fell on top of me, jerking my leg up over his hip as he pushed the tip of his erection into me. “Maybe you need a spanking for walking around all night with a bare cunt.” He entered me on a powerful thrust, and we both groaned. His cock was thick and hard, stretching me painfully. He pulled out and shoved himself roughly back into me. “Would you like that, baby? You want me to spank your hot, naughty little ass while I fuck you?”

“If you think that’s what I need.” A smile ghosted his lips. He liked that answer.

“I think you need a standing appointment with that ass whatever.”

“Aesthetician,” I said with a giggle.

“Yeah, that, because this feels fucking amazing.” He started moving in and out of me, the huge head of his dick touching swollen places that had yearned to be touched for over a week. “Am I hurting you?” he asked, jamming his face into the side of my neck and kissing me there.

“Yes,” I breathed.

“Do you want me to stop,” he asked.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” I groaned, and he started riding me with deep rolls of his hips. “God, I love you, Axel.”

“Love you, too. So much, baby. So much,” he panted as our sweat mingled between our feverish bodies.

I heard a noise, but Axel had my mind so scrambled that I didn’t immediately recognize what it was. It sounded again, and I realized it was my phone ringing in my clutch. “Shit. Noooo,” I groaned. “Might be something wrong with Carrie.”

Please, God. Just let it be a spammer wanting to discuss my car’s extended warranty so I can hang up on them. Ax reached over with his long arm and snagged my purse, dragging it across the bed so I could open it.

He rose to his knees, lifting and holding my hips as he fucked me slowly and deeply when I pulled my phone out. I looked at the readout and realized it was the name of our apartment building. “It’s the apartment,” I said, meeting his eyes with a frown.

Shit, what if there’s a fire or something? I swiped my finger over the screen and answered, trying to make my voice sound like I wasn’t being fucked to within an inch of my life as Axel pressed impossibly deeper and rolled his hips. Jesus, he’s a fucking sex god, I thought, watching his abs ripple with every long thrust.

“This is Blaire Cavanaugh,” I answered, my voice sounding slightly strangled as Ax picked up the pace, his hands tight on my hips, and his lips curved into a wicked, teasing grin.

“Dr. Cavanaugh,” came the familiar voice. “This is Vincent . . . from your building.”

“Yes, Vincent. Is something wrong?”