Axel Tantalizing tender tatas tease my cheek. My hardening manhood is begging to be unleashed. Amythest is inflaming my raging appetite for a woman. But rules are rules. No touching. Imagine the utter shock that courses through my stimulated body when this goddess saunters into my conference room a few days later. My cocksure attitude spectacularly backfires in my enamored face as she rebuffs my advances. Watching her curvaceous abundant ass stomp to the elevator further stokes my cravings. Letting her alone now isn’t an option. But she must explain why she strips. Is it wrong to ask her if she gets paid for sex? Apparently so, the slamming door and my stupid unfiltered mouth forcing her to retreat. When I heroically save the day, a powerful man accosting her in the park, she agrees to a rendezvous. Then panic stops my captivated heart as BLOCKED appears in big red letters on my cell phone hours before our date. What the hell!? Addison’s in unthinkable trouble. I feel her cry of desperation in my bones. No measure is too drastic to protect my precious woman. I pray to God I reach her in time. I love her. Exactly as she is. Addison Tonight was just another typical gig. Until the one they called Captain swaggered my way, his lust-filled eyes burning through my self-control. My breasts swelled against his stubbly cheeks, the intimate exotic shimmy borderline indecent. The deepening craving stimulated my core, willing him to stroke me. But rules are rules. No touching. Imagine my shocked gasp as synchronicity aligned our paths once again at his office, my trembling ravenous body barely maintaining professionalism. Axel exuded a commanding all-consuming hold over my equilibrium. He demanded to know my motivations for throwing my assets at greedy powerful Navy men. My Dad’s military honor is at stake. My Mom’s declining health is achingly fragile. But that’s none of Axel’s damn business. Either he accepts me exactly as I am, or he doesn’t. When the egomaniac Admiral takes advantage of me at a birthday party, I’m forced into a life-altering choice. He has graphic pictures. Of everything. Despite Axel’s ill-timed self-absorbed behavior, I’m hopelessly falling for him. But my behavior tonight is reprehensible. It’s nine pm. My cupless scarlet red bra and crotchless lace panties reveal every square inch for the bastard Admiral to take. Forgive me God. Axel won’t. Axel is a sexy, steamy, enemies to lovers military romance. If you love happy endings with a heaping pile of drama on the side, enlist in his crew today.