I know he needs to fit into his suits for the interviews and the premiere but the man works out every day. I think he could eat a brownie and be alright.

  “Good thing they aren’t for you then,” I tell him as I set the brownie pan in the sink to soak and head into the pantry to grab some saran wrap.

  “Who are they for?” Axton asks, his brows furrowing as he glares at the offending plate of brownies.

  “Our new neighbor. I thought we could go over there and welcome them to the neighborhood before we had dinner.”

  “I don’t want to,” he says, already losing interest in the brownies.

  “I do,” I say, looking up to meet his eyes.

  Axton scowls, looking away and I know that he’ll be coming with me. I try to hide my grin as I finish wrapping the brownies. I carry them into the hallway, Axton hot on my heels. When I pause by the front door to check my hair and makeup out in the mirror there, I can see Axton’s grumpy face over my shoulder but I ignore him and head out the front door.

  Axton lives in a mansion in a gated community in Calabasas. The houses are spread out but since we’ve been cooped up inside all day, I opt to walk. The houses are all done in the Spanish villa style with immaculate landscaping and bright green lawns.

  Axton and I walk silently down the sidewalk, waving at Mrs. Grithe who lives across the street from us as she comes out to check her mail. Axton barely acknowledges her and I briefly wonder if I should have just left him at home.

  It’s too late now though. We walk up the porch steps to the front door and I shift the brownies around so that I can ring the doorbell. Axton stuffs his hands in his pockets and glares at his feet as we wait for someone to answer the door.

  Finally, the door swings open and Archer Holt, the lead singer of The Heartbreakers, stands there shirtless. My jaw almost hits the floor as I take him in. He’s leaner than Axton but still in top shape with shaggy black hair, bright blue eyes, and a six pack and that V that leads down to his–

  “Alright, that’s enough of that,” Axton says behind me, sounding pissed.

  I snap out of my stupor and jerk my eyes up, blinking as I smile at Archer. Before I can say anything though, Axton rips the brownies out of my hands, shoving them at Archer before he grabs my hand and starts to drag me backward.

  “Wait! We’re supposed to be welcoming him to the neighborhood!” I say, my shoes dragging on the steps as I try to stay rooted to the front porch.

  “I’m not sure I want to find out how you were going to welcome him,” Axton says darkly and Archer bursts out in laughter.

  “Thanks for the warm welcome… and for the brownies, neighbor! I’ll see you later, Sweetheart,” he calls after us and I notice Axton’s shoulders tense up.

  He picks up his pace and I almost have to run to keep up with him. I try to wave over my shoulder at Archer and when I stumble, Axton swears under his breath, turns and lifts me over his shoulder.

  I come face to face with his tight ass, which, hey, no complaints here. My hair hangs around my face and as his hands move higher up my thigh, my breath catches in my throat. All of my attention is locked on where his fingers are stroking dangerously close to my lace panty line.

  All too soon, we’re home and Axton helps me slide down his body until my feet hit the floor. He makes sure I’m steady as all of the blood rushes out of my head and I grip his forearms, blinking as my equilibrium returns.

  I smile up at him when I’m back to normal but he just keeps glaring at me.

  “What the heck was that?” He asks, his stormy eyes even darker as he watches me.

  I swallow hard, my eyes wide as Axton glares down at me.

  “What was what?” I ask, my nose scrunching up as I try to figure out why he’s so annoyed.

  “You were basically drooling when you saw him!” Axton exclaims and I can feel my emerald eyes widen in shock at his outburst.

  “Uh, yeah. It’s Archer Holt. He’s freaking hot. Did you see his body?” I ask and Axton grinds his teeth together so hard that I’m sure he must have cracked a molar.

  “I don’t want to see you throwing yourself at other guys,” he grits out but in my usual fashion, I just throw my head back, my red curls flying as I laugh.

  Axton spins on his heel, storming out of the room and back to his office. My laughter follows him the whole way.

  4

  Axton

  * * *

  I’m not used to feeling jealous. I’ve played characters before who were jealous assholes but I’ve never been one myself. Teagan and I aren’t even dating so I can’t say that I’m a jealous lover now.

  Paper crunches between my fists as I think about the way her and Archer had flirted right in front of me. She had practically been drooling when he answered the door without a shirt on. She doesn’t need to be checking out some singer when I’m here with her all the time. Maybe I should start walking around without a shirt on.

  I push that thought aside and take a deep breath, letting the air out in a whoosh as I try to push thoughts of Teagan and Archer aside.

  Then I remember how he had called her sweetheart and told her he’d see her later. No way in hell that’s happening. She’s not his sweetheart either.

  My stomach rumbles and I remember that I stormed off before I could eat dinner. It’s close to nine now and I wonder if Teagan is still up. Has she had dinner yet? Usually she waits for me so we can eat together.

  I stand, stretching and working out the kinks in my back and shoulders as I make my way out of my office and down the stairs. The scent of thyme and garlic greet me and my stomach gives another growl as my mouth starts to water.

  I round the corner, my mouth watering even more when I see Teagan standing at the stove, a neon pink frilly apron cinched around her waist. The bow hangs down, drawing my eyes to her round ass and suddenly I’m starving for something other than food.

  “Finally ready to talk to me?” She asks as she spins around and spies me standing there.

  I don’t answer her, just head over to the cabinet and start to set the table for the two of us. I help Teagan carry over the salad, spaghetti, and garlic bread and then take my seat across from her.

  “How was your afternoon?” She asks as I start to pile both of our plates with food.

  I grunt and I see her grin out of the corner of my eye.

  “Find any new interesting scripts?” She asks next and I grunt again, taking a bite of food and filling my mouth so I won’t have to answer her.

  “Maybe we should have invited Archer over for dinner?” She says innocently and my eyes snap to hers.

  “Not funny.”

  “I mean, it was a little bit funny,” she says, her voice cheerful.

  “I don’t know why you’re so fascinated with him,” I grumble and she laughs.

  “Shall I list all of them? Abs, that messy hair, his arms, his voice. Take your pick.”

  I glare at her across the table, angrily shoving more salad into my mouth.

  “You don’t need to worry about me and Archer. Berklee has been in love with him for years.”

  “Hoes before bros?” I ask.

  “Ah, one; never say that again.”

  I can’t stop the smile from forming on my lips and I take a drink of water, trying to hide it.

  “And two, yeah basically. Besides, Archer isn’t really my type. He’s pretty to look at but I like my men a little bit thicker.”

  “Like me?”

  The words are out before I can stop them and I swear my heart stops as silence stretches between us. I’m afraid to look up at Teagan so I just shove more food into my mouth, wishing that I could go back in time and keep my freaking mouth shut.

  “Yeah, like you.”

  The words are said so soft that I barely hear them, but I do. My eyes snap up and I stare at the top of Teagan’s head, taking in the curls that have escaped her ponytail and now are in disarray around her face.

  She’s staring at her plate and I’m dying to have her look up at me, to have her eyes on me. She finishes off her spaghetti and stands carrying her dishes over to the sink. I watch as she rinses them off and loads them into the dishwasher.

  I stand and join her, rinsing my own dishes and setting them beside hers in the washer. My arm brushes against hers and my cock stiffens in my pants. It feels like my blood is pumping faster and when I hear Teagan’s breath catch in her throat, I can’t wait any longer.

  I grab her shoulder, turning her to face me. Her big green eyes are wide as they meet mine. As I watch, her tongue darts out and licks across her full bottom lip, making it shiny and inviting. I can’t help myself.

  I lean down, brushing my lips across hers.

  It feels like my heart is trying to beat out of my chest as her soft lips part beneath mine. I wonder if she can hear it. I want to grab her and pull her against me. I want to shove my tongue into her mouth and learn her taste.

  My hands wrap around her shoulders, tracing down her back until I reach her waist. I dig my fingers in there, pulling her until she’s flush against me. It feels like my whole body has been electrified. My cock hardens between us and when Teagan rubs against it, we both moan.

  It’s that sound that has me coming back to reality.

  I can’t be kissing Teagan. She’s my employee. We can’t be together and I know that. Teagan deserves someone who will love her and treat her like a queen. Not someone who is anti-relationship and a grumpy loner.

  She’s your employee. She lives with you. This can NOT happen!

  Warning bells are going off in my head but I only push my tongue into her mouth. All of those thoughts race through my mind but I still can’t seem to be able to pull myself away from Teagan’s delectable mouth. She’s apparently my Achilles heel.

  A ringing sound breaks through my lust filled fog and I pull back, taking a step away from Teagan just to be safe.

  We’re both breathing hard. Her face is flushed and her lips are swollen. I want to say fuck the consequences and dive back into her, but my phone rings again and I let out a string of curses under my breath, spinning on my heel and stalking out of the room as I hit accept on my cell.

  Teagan’s taste is still on my lips but there’s something else there now too.

  Regret.

  5

  Teagan

  * * *

  Axton is acting weird.

  Weirder than normal, that is.

  Ever since that kiss last night, I’ve been on edge. Axton had disappeared right after, taking a call and then locking himself away in his office for the rest of the night.

  I had thought that he just needed space, maybe some time to cool down because that kiss had been HOT. It’s been twenty-four hours now though and he’s still being distant. Even more so than usual.

  He’s been in meetings and interviews all day so I haven’t seen him much but he barely looked at me this morning. Just downed his protein shake and practically ran out the front door. I know he was running late and I have a feeling that he had waited to come downstairs until the very last minute.

  Dinner was pretty much the same way. Him eating his chicken, spinach, and quinoa as fast as humanly possible and then trying to rush out of the room. I caught him this time though and stopped him before he could get away.

  I hate when things are awkward so when I finally got him to turn those bedroom eyes on me, I had just blurted out, “Is this about the kiss?”

  I thought he was going to bolt right then and there but he had just shifted on his feet and let out a sigh before he nodded slightly.

  “I’m sorry, Teagan. You’re my assistant. It never should have happened.”

  “I liked that it happened,” I whisper and I watch as his eyes flare.

  I want to tell him that I’ve loved him for years. That I can see what a good man he is and that I like him even though he’s grumpy and gruff. Before I can open my mouth though, Axton’s got his on it.

  His strong hands cradle the back of my head, his fingers getting tangled in my curls as he tips my head back. He pulls me against him, nipping my bottom lip. I gasp and he uses the opening to push his tongue past my lips to tangle with mine.

  Just like last night, it feels like I’m being plugged into a socket. My nipples pebble inside my bra and I rub my breasts against his firm chest. Axton growls against my lips, the sound driving my desire higher and I gasp as I feel the vibrations against my body.

  I can feel his cock growing between us and my thighs press together. It feels like my body is burning up from the inside out and I start to rock against him, driving both of us crazy.

  Axton’s grip in my hair tightens and he pulls my head further back, giving himself access to my neck. My back arches, my tits rubbing against his chest as he licks and nips his way down the column of my neck.

  “I want you,” Axton mumbles against my skin and I shiver.

  My breasts feel heavy and there’s an ache between my legs that I can’t seem to ease, no matter how tightly I press my thighs together.

  “Then take me,” I practically cry as my arms twine around his neck.

  I’m in his arms, my legs wrapped around his waist a second later. I feel him moving but as long as he’s taking me somewhere where he can peel my clothes off and take away this ache, then I don’t care where he takes me.

  I barely notice when he carries me into his room and lays me down on the bed. His hands are running over me and I moan and arch into them, nerve endings all over my body coming to life as my clit perks up, eager for attention.

  We lose our clothes in a blur of fumbles and rushed movements. His cock rubs along my skin, hot and heavy against my soft curves and my hips lift, needing him to move just a little lower.

  My head is thrown back on the pillow, my hands fisted in the sheets as I try to rock against him. His lips wrap around the stiff peak of my nipple and I cry out, arching into him further in an attempt to get him to take more into his mouth.

  His tongue teases the sensitive bud and heat pools between my thighs. When the head of his cock dips lower, bumping over my clit, I’m sure that I’m about to come. He’s not even inside of me yet and I’m already so close to the edge.

  “Fuck, I love your body,” he groans against the swell of one breast.

  I can only moan as he kisses his way to the other one, taking that nipple into his mouth to tease it with his tongue. He licks and sucks until they're red and puffy. They’re wet from his mouth and I can see that my chest is flushed a rosy pink.

  “Spread those thighs. I need to taste you. I want your flavor in my mouth when I fuck you the first time.”

  I spread my legs enthusiastically as Axton kisses over the swell of my stomach and settles between my thighs.

  “So pretty and pink,” he says as his thumbs spread my lower lips, exposing all of me.

  I’m about to beg him to taste me when he leans in and takes one long slow lick up my center. My head thrashes on the pillow as Axton’s tongue licks up and down my slit, spreading me with the tip of his tongue and circling my sensitive button.

  My hips move against his mouth as my peak starts to grow near.

  “Give it to me, Teagan,” Axton growls against my drenched core and I almost sob as the first wave hits me.

  “Axton!” I scream as I come against his mouth.

  His tongue licks up all of my cream, his thumb working my clit as he tries to prolong my orgasm.

  When my body goes slack, he gives me one last lick before he looks up, his eyes meeting mine. I can’t wait any longer.

  I grab his arm, dragging him up my body and then pulling him down until his mouth meets mine. I kiss him hard, tasting my release on his lips as I shift beneath him, urging him to slip inside me.

  Axton’s hands run down my body, his palms cupping my plump ass as he yanks me forward, thrusting into me in one swift move. He seats himself fully inside of me and I gasp, wincing as I struggle to get used to his cock stretching me so wide around him.

  I probably should have told him that I was a virgin but it’s too late for that now.

  “Fuck, Teagan,” Axton grits out, a pained expression etched onto his face.

  “Just give me a second,” I tell him and already I can feel the pain starting to fade as pleasure takes its place.

  When I start to shift under him, he takes my cue and begins to move. He’s slow at first, letting me get used to the new sensations. When I wrap my legs around his waist, digging my heels into his ass and urging him to go faster, harder.

  I gasp when he gives me what I want, pounding into me as his fingers dig into my ass. My arms wrap around his neck and I hold onto him as that familiar pulsing feeling starts to grow inside of me.

  “Ax, Ax, Ax,” I chant as he angles my hips up so that he can brush against my clit with each pass.

  Tingles start to grow stronger and my hands slip to his shoulders, my short nails digging into his muscles as I start to splinter apart around him.

  “Yes! Ax!” I scream as I come, my back arching and my legs tightening around his hips as I come all over his cock.

  Axton’s hips piston into me as he swells and starts to come inside me. His body shakes as his release splashes inside of me.

  “Teagan,” he groans against my neck as his release subsides.

  We’re both breathing hard as Axton pulls out of me slowly and then collapses next to me on the bed. When I’ve finally come back down, I roll onto my side, giving him a love drunk grin.

  “I guess that was pretty good for my first time,” I say drawing the words out dramatically.

  Axton gives me a dry look, his lips tipping up at the corners.

  “I’m sure you tried your best,” I say dramatically as I roll onto my back.

  Axton huffs out a laugh before he rolls on top of me.

  “Let’s see if we can do better,” he says as his lips claim mine once more.

  6

  Axton

  * * *

  Waking up with Teagan’s lush curves pressed up against me is heaven. It’s been like that all week. You’d think I'd be over waking up with her red hair fanned out across my chest and part of my face and it should be annoying but I still just find it charming.

 

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