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“No need to apologize,” I press my hand to her back and lead her around to the passenger side.

I clear my throat wanting to curse my luck. It’s like the universe knew my type exactly, and dropped her in my lap, about 20 years too young, just to drive me mad. And nothing against skinny women -I’m really not picky, and I’m well aware that the personality makes or breaks someone’s attractiveness - but big girls have always been my thing. Maddie just happens to be both curvy and tiny. Something I didn’t know I wanted until now.

Reaching down, I open the door for her.

She hesitates, “I’m a little afraid to get in.”

I pause, “I’m a good driver, Maddie. I would never put you in danger.”

With my hand still on her back, I feel her vibrate with silent humor, “I meant that I was afraid to mess it up.”

“Mess it up?”

“Like make it dirty.” She waves a hand towards the interior.

Focus, Axel. Fucking focus.

“Unless your pockets are filled with sand, I think it’ll be alright.” She lets out a little snort as she laughs, and I slide my hand up her back until my palm is against the back of her neck. “Get in the car, Maddie.”

“Yes, sir.”

Jesus Christ.

Keeping a lid on my increasing need for this woman, I guide her into the low passenger seat.

Once she’s seated, I make sure she’s clear of the frame before I shut the door.

Needing an extra minute, I slow my stride as I circle around the back of the car, silently begging my dick to chill.

Every time Maddie reveals another layer of herself, I fall deeper and deeper into my desire for her. My body doesn’t care at all that she’s too young. Or that she was at the bar to meet my fucking son. My body only cares about the fact that she seems to have everything I’d look for in my perfect match.

If I were looking for such a thing.

Which I’m not.

But if I were, she’s exactly what I’d want.

She’s smart, witty, a little shy, the flawless mixture of innocent and sexy. And my inner neanderthal likes the sadness in her eyes. It’s fucked up, I’m well aware of that, but I like feeling needed. And I haven’t felt emotionally needed in a long, long time.

Stopping at my door, I tip my head back and blow my breath out towards the sky. “Get a fucking grip, man. You’re taking her home, so she gets there safely. Then you’re dropping her off at the door. Nothing more.”

Chapter7

Axel

I lowermy body into the driver’s seat and think – not for the first time – that I might be getting too old for these low cars. Then I look over and see Maddie looking sexy as fuck in my passenger seat. Her black tresses blending in with the black interior, highlighting the beauty of her flawless pale skin.

She grabs the seat belt, twisting towards me as she reaches to buckle it in and her low-cut shirt dips even lower.

Look away, asshole.

Clearing my throat, I buckle my own seat belt, then start the engine.

I reach for the shifter, pause, and pull my phone out of my pocket. “Baby Doll, type your address in my GPS. Yeah?”

“Hmm?” She glances down to the phone in my hand, “Oh, okay.”

I could have her tell me directions, but if she falls asleep on the way, I’ll have no idea what to do with her.

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