Model, millionaire, Karlie Cora had done everything she needed to do in order to get in the position she wanted to be in, one of the top models in the world. But she walks into the wrong alleyway and now, the most powerful Mafia man is protecting he...
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"I still can't get over the fact that you have a foot fetish." I say, making him look at me.
"I still can't get over the fact that you can't sit in a chair right." He deadpans, looking at the way in sitting in the car seat. "Plus, I don't have a foot fetish."
"I see no problem with it." I say, ignoring his last statement and glance down. My legs are crossed and I'm leaning forward so my elbows can rest on my knees.
"As long as you're comfortable, my love." He mumbles, looking at his phone.
He's a little grumpy because I'm bringing him to the photo shoot and he wanted to sleep. I told him he could sleep on me while we drive there but he said it would be bad for his 'image'.
Journey is going to be there and I haven't seen her on a couple of days so I'm pretty excited for it.
"Do you think Journey's mad at me?" I ask, gaining Jaxon's attention.
"Why would she be mad at you?" He asks, rubbing his beard.
Fuck me. I love his beard. Especially, when his head is in between my thighs. The hair tickles my thighs and for some reason, it adds to the pleasure.
"I haven't seen her in a bit." I say, shrugging.
"You've been busy, she won't be mad at you for that." He says it like it's the most obvious thing in the world.
"I've been busy with you. It's not the same." I say, making him furrow his eyebrows.
He sighs, grabbing my knee and pulling it until I'm straddling his lap. He has another fetish. I'm always sitting on his lap.
"You've been busy and if you want to blame it on me, you can. It's okay." He says softly, cupping my face as his thumb rubs circles on my cheek.
He's so perfect.
I groan, shoving my head into his neck as his hand moves to my back, rubbing up and down my spine.
"You make me so horny." I whine, making him chuckle. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Good afternoon, Karlie. Who do you have with you?" James asks, with a smile.
"This is my friend, Jaxon." I say, getting a pinch on my butt. Why does that hurt so bad? Smile through the pain.
"Alright, well you know where your room is." He says, kissing both of my cheeks before walking away.
I grab Jaxon's hand and pull him to my dressing room. Crossing my arms when the door is shut, pouting slightly.
"Why'd you pinch me?"
"Why'd you call me your friend?" He returns, taking a step towards me, making me take one back.
"Because you are my friend." I say, taking another step backwards, only to fall onto the couch.
He places a knee between my thighs as he leans down. His lips merely centimeters away from mine.
"Your friends doesn't know the way you taste." He says, lowly before pressing his lips to mine momentarily then taking a seat.
"You're ridiculous." I scold, narrowing my eyes towards him.
"I'm your ridiculous." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Whatcha think?" I ask, giving him a spin.
I'm wearing a simple but beautiful white laced full piece lingerie that has a cut out tear drop from the top of my chest to my belly button. I wear fluffy earmuffs and fluffy mittens.
I watch as his eyes trail down my body, lingering on my chest before looking at my thighs. "Do you ever bring this stuff home?" He asks in a daze.
"Sometimes." I mumble as his hands reach for my hips and he pulls me into his lap.
"I want to see every single piece you have with you and then after that, we'll be getting you more." He says, cupping my face between his hands, making my face squish together slightly.
"I have more than enough." I tell him, cupping his face in return.
"Are they with you?" He narrows his eyes.
"No." I mumble, glancing at his lips.
His eyes light up before he pulls my face closer to his, making my mouth hover his as his minty breath fans them.
"Than I'll get you more." He says before smashing our lips together.
I sigh, finally getting what I wanted. His lips on mine. I settle on his lap, fisting his shirt in my hands.
Fuck, his mouth his heaven.
A low noise comes from the back of his throat before he's pushing my ass against his hard dick beneath the rough fabric of his jeans.
He releases my lips as I throw my head back from the pleasure that racks my body. It nearly makes me fall to my knees for this man.
My mouth opens to moan before it clamps shut when the door gets knocked on.
"Karlie, are you ready yet?" I hear James mumble through the door.
"One more minute!" I yell, looking at Jaxon as he glares at the door. If he had lasers, James would be dead.
I move, maybe an inch, only for Jaxon to tighten his grip on me and moves his glare from the door to me.
"Later, Darling." I tell him, pecking his lips before standing. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "You look beautiful today." Jaxon says as he sits next to me, wrapping his arm around my waist and making me lean back with him.
"Thank you, sweetheart." I say, smiling. Well, isn't he being nice today?
"Absolutely gorgeous." He mumbles, rubbing his hands up my sides.
"What'd you do?" I say, sitting up. He's never this nice. He only butters my biscuit when I'm naked. I do get compliments from him daily but he's doing too much.
"Wha- I didn't do anything." He says, making a face.
I continue to stare at him, waiting for him to break like a wing bone on game nights.
"I have to go to my warehouse." He mumbles, sitting up to rest his elbows on his knees.
"Then go?" I tell him. He acts like he's chained or some shit. Maybe, I should check.
It's another fetish!
"I don't want to leave you by yourself and Kane and Logan isn't here." He says, sighing.
"I'm a big girl, Jaxon. I can handle myself. Plus, I've already found five hidden guns." I say, shrugging.
"What?" His head snaps to me.
"Yeah, you should find better hiding spots because anybody could find them." I tell him, looking around the living room. "Oh, I found another one. 6 hidden guns." I correct myself.
"Where?" He asks, skeptical.
I stand, walking to the TV stand to grab the gun behind the row of CD's. Who keeps a gun behind CD's? What if I want to watch a movie?
