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His bewildered expression just makes me laugh harder.
Clearly curious, Axel bunches the material up more, looking for the top of the shorts. But since they go almost all the way up to my bra, all he can see is more white material, stretched to torturous lengths.
The whole situation is too funny for me to overthink how my tummy looks in the shorts, knowing full well that my chuckling is shaking everything.
Letting my skirt drop, Axel gives the front of my neckline a gentle tug, so he can look down my dress.
I laugh more and slap his hand away. “What are you doing?”
“Looking for the end of it.”
I snort, and that finally elicits the smallest smile out of Axel.
“Isn’t easy access kinda the point of lingerie?” he asks incredulously. “I’d need a pair of shears to get you out of that.”
“Oh my god,” I groan. “It’s not lingerie.”
“Then what is it?”
He’s so lost, and it’s so cute, that I can’t stop smiling. “They’re chub rub shorts,” I try to explain.
Axel’s expression turns stony. “Don’t say that about yourself.”
He’s so mad on my behalf it makes my heart squeeze. “It’s just what they’re called. They keep my thighs from chafing. Which I know isn’t a sexy topic, but it’s reality. And they, well, they smooth everything else out.” I shrug, my blush finally breaking through my humor. “Keep the jiggling to a minimum. Ya know?”
“I clearly didn’t do a good job explaining what I like last night,” Axel grits out, his hand dragging a path across my thighs and up my stomach. “Because all thatjiggling, that’s what I fucking crave, Baby Doll. If you’re not bouncing around, I’m not doing it right.” He leans back in his seat. “Now get out of the car, before I drive us straight home and break my promise.”
“Your promise?”
“Yeah. My promise to wait until tonight to fuck you into tomorrow.”
Chapter33
Maddie
“Here you are,”the motherly woman who took our order beams as she sets a plate in front of me. It’s piled high with a stack of blueberry and hazelnut waffles, topped with a generous swirl of whipped cream and a drizzle of dark chocolate. And when she sets a mini carafe of maple syrup next to my plate, I know I’m about 20 minutes away from slipping into a food coma.
Axel got the same thing, and even though he had one and a half breakfasts this morning, something tells me he’ll be able to finish it.
Sneaking glances at the big man across from me, I carefully cut off a corner of my waffle and place it into my mouth.
“Ohmygawd,” I moan around the sweet carbs. “This is amazing!”
My eyes close automatically. This might seriously be the best thing I’ve ever tasted.
A creak has me opening my eyes just in time to see Axel sliding out of his side of the booth.
“Scoot over,” he gestures with one hand while the other shoves his plate over so it’s next to mine.
“What are you doing?” I ask while I chew.
He doesn’t reply, just starts lowering his oversized frame onto the seat next to me and I scoot down the wooden bench.
I can’t help but snicker when my shoulder bumps into the wall and my other shoulder is mashed into Axel’s arm.
It’s a good thing I’m not claustrophobic. I might have a slew of other issues, but claustrophobia isn’t one of them. Even if it was, something about Axel feels inherently safe.
“Um…?” I wait for Axel to glance down at me, then I lift my brows. “Whatcha doin?”
