He lay next to me, still asleep. His black hair was all askew, framing his face in artful, silky disarray. The cinnamon skin of his brawny shoulders looked dark, as always, next to my pale curves. He lay on his stomach, his face turned towards me, his muscular arm curled around a pillow. His full lips were barely parted, his face peaceful. He looked young in his sleep. Relaxed. That visceral, male aggression that clung to him softened when he slept, but the innate arrogance was somehow still there. In the curve of his mouth. In his strong features and the dark stripes of his eyebrows. I watched him sleep for a few minutes, fascinated by his mesmerizing flawlessness. He was astoundingly beautiful.
He had the build of an athlete. Tall and toned with graceful bones. Powerful, with the kind of strength that draws your eye and makes you aware of it. Of how easily it would be for him to use it. On you. Of how brutal he could be when he drove his immense, thick, hard-as-stone cock deep into you, forcing wave after wave of raw, lustrous pleasure.
I could have touched him, with feather-light strokes across his shoulders. Down his back. I could have rubbed myself against him and kissed his perfect lips, licking him, tasting the minted, drugging flavor of him. I knew he’d be instantly ready for me.
Alexander was always ready.
But today was the day I was starting my new job. As Alexander’s assistant.
Not as his assistant, I reminded myself. As his business partner.
This whirlwind romance had not only landed me a gorgeous sex-god of a fiancé, it had also placed me at the right hand of one of the most powerful CEOs in New York City: founder, owner and mastermind of Wolfe Enterprises. Alexander was the executive of the esteemed and hugely successful magazine Skyscraper. He also owned two major book publishers and ran several investment companies, hedge funds, and a number of cash cow Internet businesses.
He was a type-A genius with a dark side and a voracious carnal appetite. Which he took out on me whenever he got the opportunity. Which was, it had to be said … often.
It was Monday morning. Early. Earlier than we usually woke. We’d become night owls, the two of us. Darkness was our erotic haven, where we could exist only for each other.
I didn’t regret a single decision. Of course I didn’t. But sometimes when I stopped to think about things, like now, in the quiet of a purple-skied dawn, I almost felt a sense of vertigo from the gargantuan shift my life had taken over the course of exactly two months.
Two months ago, I’d been a capable yet fumbling, unemployed, broke, virginal recent-graduate who dressed in baggy clothes, wore unfashionable glasses, had a bad haircut and who preferred to keep all members of the opposite sex at arm’s length. And now? Well, times had most definitely changed. At least when it came to one particular member of the opposite sex.
I lay in the semi-darkness and took in my surroundings. The heavy, decorative drapes that framed Alexander’s – our – bedroom windows were never drawn. We were too high up to be visible to the mortals down below. Our view overlooked the distant streets, the treetops of Central Park, the gritty, graceful skyline of some of New York’s most expensive real estate. It was early October and the deep indigo of the city night hung on. The quiet, expansive room hummed with plush, cocooned luxury. Alexander’s bed was huge, swathed in expensive cotton and silk, most of which had been displaced and/or rumpled by our lovemaking.
At this, I’d proven a prodigy. Whoever thought virgins took things slow once they finally got going at the advanced age of twenty … well, they hadn’t put me in a locked room with Alexander Wolfe. It had taken all of thirty minutes for us to get not only intimate but downright feral. There had been a desperation to it that I still couldn’t explain. Physically, we were like magnets. Greedy, superstrength magnets who had no choice or control. None of it made sense, really. That we’d been willing to risk everything to get as close as humanly possible from that very first encounter – and every encounter since. Who does that? What highly educated, soon-to-be professional, modern woman throws all – and I mean all – caution to the wind just to get down and dirty with a ridiculously sexy, overconfident billionaire?
This one, apparently.
He was my drug and my addiction. With him, lines became skewed and normal considerations simply did not apply. To not get close to him proved impossible. To not want to get close to him seemed insane.
My lover. My devil and my saint. My strength and my weakness.
Beautiful, crazy Alexander. All mine.
I was intensely happy that we would spend the day together. That we’d spend every day together. That seemed to be our way, though. Since I’d met him to interview for the position of his assistant, we’d been … completely overcome, to put it mildly. Inseparable and insatiable. He had difficulty letting me out of his sight, and I knew why. I knew what fueled his protective instincts. Still, it would now be a challenge for him: seeing me at work, having me ensconced in his professional setting. In his office and meeting with his staff. It would be difficult for us both. To resist temptation. To act like normal people and not amped-up, lust-crazed hedonists.
I’ll agree to try to employ you, Alexander had said. I can’t guarantee that this will work for me, though. I’m too close, too deep. I need to be able to focus on my companies, without distractions. And you, my sweet Lila, are more of a distraction than I can handle.
We’d fought about it but that had been before my meltdown. Before Jake had rescued me. I knew Alexander wouldn’t risk driving me away again. I now had a ring on my finger and a key to his universe, to come and go as I liked. He would tame himself, or he would die trying.
I hoped it could work.
And I wanted to be ready for it.
Silently, I rose from the bed, taking care not to wake him. I needed some time to prepare myself, physically as well as mentally. It had been a while since I’d worked or studied, or done anything at all except immerse myself in the decadent idyll of Alexander’s attentions.
I showered alone.
Already, I missed him. The contact. The closeness and the warmth. If I’d stayed in bed, dozing, he would have woken me like he always did. With his mouth on me, licking into me, softly opening me with his tongue, his hair silken against the sensitive skin of my thighs. Or with his cock, pressing its huge, hard heat against me as he spooned me, cradling me in his all-encompassing embrace. At first he’d just hold me. Then I’d feel him finding his way inside, barely entering me. He’d wait, pressing gently until my body began to soften and dew. I’d arch sleepily against him, taking more. And more. Until I became slippery enough for him to slide his massive arousal deep, and deeper, filling me, possessing me entirely. His fingers would be everywhere, intimate and playful. Coaxing warm, blissful pleasure. His powerful hold would demand submission, but I’d squeeze him with my body, pressing back against him invitingly, taking everything he gave. Making demands of my own. My own pleasure would tug at his, drawing the ecstasy out of him in clenching, undulating pulls, until he flooded me with his liquid heat. He’d stay inside me. We might sleep a little more. This time when he woke me, I might feel him at my breast, suckling lazily, feeding on me like I was offering him some kind of spiritual sustenance that was drugging to him. When we were fully sated, we’d get up. We’d shower together. He’d wash me and I’d wash him, my careful fingers soaping him everywhere. We’d make love again. Because we couldn’t get enough. Our hunger for each other was relentless. Eventually, we’d venture out into the day. We’d eat at a restaurant and talk. We’d walk a little, and he’d buy me something he saw in a window. Gold earrings. A cashmere sweater. A leather coat that cost more money than I’d made in my life. We’d visit a museum or a gallery, see a movie, or just walk. We might meet his brother somewhere and have a drink together. And then the two of us would return to his limo and make love, starved all over again.
Today we’d be working.
I dressed in one of the many outfits he’d bought me. I chose a sleeveless sea-green silk tunic that matched the color of my eyes. It was a fitted wrap-around that was simple yet elegant, professional but feminine. I brushed my long blond hair and pinned it up in a French twist. Gold hoop earrings, my gold watch and my new ring were the only (real) jewelry I owned – all given to me by Alexander. I couldn’t help wondering how much he’d spent on my engagement ring. It was beautifully designed, a solid, rose-gold band inlaid with the largest, glintiest diamond I’d ever seen. It looked very, very expensive.
I wondered how Alexander’s staff would take this new development: that his new assistant was also his new fiancée.
Putting on some light makeup, I walked back into the bedroom.
His eyes were open.
He rolled onto his back and slung one arm behind his head. The way he moved was insouciant, utterly self-assured. So purely Alexander.
His body was unreal. Big and bronzed and hair-dusted and fully aroused.
“Lila,” he said, his lazy, sexy charisma hitting me where it always did. In the most intimate place imaginable. That sleep-roughened edge to his voice reminded me of his rasped growls and lust-driven oaths … when he was inside me, groaning my name as we climaxed together, my body spasming around the hard, beautiful bulk of him. “Come here.” He patted the bed.
I went to him and sat down.
His fingers entwined with mine and he played idly with my ring, looking into my eyes. “Let’s get married soon. I don’t want to wait.” The combination of his sincerity and his staunch manliness was riveting to me, almost unbearably alluring. “Something small. At one of my houses. Whichever one you want. At the hotel in Paris, or on the beach in Key West. Or maybe in my vineyard in Malibu, overlooking the ocean. I think you’ll like it there. Water Mill is quiet this time of year. We could do it there, if you don’t want to travel too far. Or in Maine, on my island. It’s very secluded.”
“They all sound nice.” I’d never been to any of those places. Except Paris, of course.
“Or we could do it right here in the city if you want to.”
“I really don’t mind where I marry you, Alexander. As long as I do.”
His slow smile just about killed me. “You weren’t here, in my bed with me, where I need you,” he accused gently, that alpha glint touching his expression. “You’re dressed,” he added, sulky with the observation.
“I’m getting ready. Since I start work with you today. Remember?”
A smile played at the corner of his mouth. Of course he remembered. He was amused by how eager I was. I was eager. In my former life it would’ve seemed too good to be true. I wouldn’t just be working as an underling at Skyscraper, which just so happened to be the most glamorous magazine in publication, that rare combination of stylish and acclaimed, whose editors-at-large included Pulitzer prize-winning journalists, supermodels, film directors, bestselling authors, rock stars, celebrity chefs, presidents and aging beat poets, to name just a few. I wouldn’t just be answering phones and typing memos, I would be meeting these people. Expanding the list. Learning about everything, at Alexander’s side. I would read the articles before they went to press. I would take part in the art direction and the decisions about shoot locations and the relevance of political op-ed pieces. I’d been fantasizing about jobs like this one all through the long days and dark nights of my gloomy adolescence and the toiling, grinding slog of my hard-won Ivy League education.
This was no longer my former life. This was my new, Alexander-charmed life. And today was the day. Today I could finally use all that.
The job itself didn’t make me nervous in the slightest. The only thing that made me nervous was Alexander. How the intensity of our … attraction would mesh with life amongst the cubicles. Not that Alexander ever got near a cubicle, but still. It would be weird, after our orgasmic sexathon over the past month to return to normality. To refrain. To have to wait. To be near him but not allowed to touch.
“There’s no rush,” he said. “The meeting doesn’t start until nine. Our commute is exactly three minutes by elevator.”
“I know,” I said. “But’s already almost seven thirty. I think we should get started. Do I look all right?”
His dark eyes appraised my face, the flattering fit of my stylish new clothes. The smoldering glimmer of his gaze made my stomach flutter. Slowly, he shook his head.
“No?” I touched my hair.
“You don’t look ‘all right’. You look so fucking gorgeous it hurts. Right here,” he said, placing his hand on his heart.
I smiled, leaning to hold his hand, to kiss his broad chest, as though to ease his pain.
“And here,” he smirked, his eyes heavy-lidded. His hand slid to his massive, engorged erection.
His phone rang, splicing through the quiet, intimate privacy and the sparked anticipation. On any other day, he would have ignored the call. I would have climbed onto him and kissed him everywhere, taking him into my mouth, letting the world fade away. Today he’d committed to meetings and attending to overdue issues with his companies. There was an investigation going on in the business Jake was in charge of that was getting a lot of unwanted attention. Alexander had taken more time off in the past month than in the entire course of his business career and his minions were getting impatient. Seven thirty on Monday morning was fair game. He picked up his phone and answered it gruffly.
I got up, letting him concentrate on what was clearly an urgent complaint by whoever the caller was. I went to the walk-in closet – which, after Alexander’s latest shopping spree (for me), was now almost half-full of my new, expanding wardrobe. I put on the new pair of Balenciaga boots Alexander had bought me, to replace the ones I’d ruined when I’d run from him through the pouring rain. I wouldn’t be needing my favorite coat, since we didn’t have to go outside to get to the downstairs office suites.
We could live our whole lives in this building, safely locked away. The thought sent a ripple of unease through me, but then it was gone. I had the key now. I could let myself out anytime I wanted to.
I was putting on some lipstick when he came up behind me. He slid his steel-strong arms around my waist and nipped at my neck. Alexander had such complete erotic power over me that his lusty, possessive bite was enough to rock me to my core. His huge, hard shaft pressed strongly against the rounded curves of my ass. But his arms were gentle and his words were tender as he nuzzled my neck, biting softly like he was marking me as his own. “Are you nervous?”
“About the job? No. I’m excited. I feel ready.”
“You are ready,” he said. “You’ll be amazing today, Lila. Don’t worry about anything. I’ll be right there with you. Whenever you need me.”
I turned to face him. As always, the stunning vision of him made my chest feel heavy with happiness.
God, I loved him.
At first it had shocked me that I could fall this hard and this fast for someone I barely knew. Then again, by the time I even got around to questioning the warp-speed momentum of my connection to Alexander, I’d already had hot, unprotected sex with him twice. Questioning the momentum after he’d repeatedly spent himself inside me had seemed a little ridiculous. It had been crazy. Wild. Unstoppable in a way that broke every rule and recast every boundary. We’d both been all in. Alexander was the one. I didn’t need years or even months to figure that out. I’d known it all along, from that very first moment.
“Whenever I need you?” I repeated, laughing as his strong, warm hand curled around the nape of my neck. His hard cock slid against my stomach and I could feel the heat of his desire through the thin silk layer of my clothing.
He chuckled, nipping the soft hollow below my ear with his teeth. He understood. Our attraction from the word go was … intense. “You’ll have to try to resist me for five minutes.”
“I can’t resist you, you know that.”
“We’re just not used to exercising control when it comes to each other,” he said. “Everything will be fine, once we get started. You’ll see.”
I placed my palm gently against his chest, and I could feel his heartbeat. Sure we could. We could behave like rational, professional adults. We could control our urges and subdue our over-indulged libidos when we needed to.
“You will be perfect,” he continued, kissing me lightly, “the star academic, the new Princeton grad with shining credentials and talent to burn. I will be the pinnacle of discipline and self-control. As I always have been. Before you showed up. And even when you, my Lila, my Kryptonite, walks into the room – or outof it – I’ll make every attempt not to morph into a raving psychopathic lunatic.”
Alexander had a few control issues. He had a problem letting me out of his sight: it made him a little manic. We were working on it. His smile was half-apologetic at the reference to his recent fuck-up, when he’d locked me in his bedroom, triggering my total meltdown.
But I’d already forgiven him for all that.
He held my face in his hands. “I’m going to try to behave like a reasonable, normal human being. As you know, that doesn’t come particularly easily for me when it comes to you.” He was half-joking, but then his tone turned more serious. “You know I’d do anything for you, don’t you, honey girl? You know none of it means anything to me anymore without you.” He kissed me again, just a brush of his lips against mine. “I love you.”
My hands slid up his neck, into the thick locks of his wild black hair. He had amazing hair. “I love you more.”
He smiled and his eyelashes lowered once, his expression soft. Enchanted and enchanting. This was my Alexander, this warm, compassionate lover, devoid of the ruthless authority that was so much a part of his CEO persona. This was the part of himself he saved just for me. “I’m afraid that’s not possible.”
I kissed his lips, touching my tongue to his. The kiss deepened as his mouth took mine, his tongue exploring as I allowed him anything he wanted of me with teasing, adoring invitation. My body and soul opened to Alexander, as always, with an almost worshipful intent. If I was his Kryptonite, he was my superpower. With him, I felt safe. With him inside me, I felt invincible. I gently sucked his tongue into my mouth, craving him with a quiet, savage intensity.
His phone rang again.
He swore under his breath and I pulled back a little.
“You should probably get that,” I told him. He was considering not answering it. His own wicked, beautiful craving burned in the dark light of his eyes. By now I knew Alexander might have let his entire empire crumble around us if I asked him to. “Go.”
He disengaged reluctantly and walked over to pick up his phone from the bedside table. His colossal arousal was rigid and hot-looking, his body as ripped and perfect as a genius’s sculpture come to life. I wished I could feast on him. I felt that now-familiar, decadent longing: to put my mouth on him, to suck on all that throbbing beauty, to drink him in greedy mouthfuls. It seemed such a shame not to indulge in his magnificence, but it was clear enough we would have to take care of business before our pleasure could be attended to.
A first, possibly.
“It’s Jake,” he said. “I’d better take this.”
“I’ll go downstairs to your office and wait for you there.”
Alexander took a long look at me. Then he sighed lightly, and nodded. “Yeah. This could take a while. I’ll meet you on the seventh floor.”
It was surprisingly difficult, already: these interruptions. These small separations. “You’ve got the key,” he added.
His eyes held mine for a brief moment. Yes, I had his key. To get in and to get out. To never be locked up again. Right here and now, though, I felt a little conflicted. I almost wished he would lock me up. With him. To seal us away forever so I could have him all to myself. “I’ll see you soon.”
“You’ve got a hot date tonight, by the way,” he smiled, dark-eyed and wolf-like. “Be ready for me.”
“I’m always ready for you,” I told him coyly.
His eyes narrowed with such smoldering lust I thought he might lunge at me, but his phone was still ringing. He answered it with a pissed-off growl. “Jake. What the fuck’s going on?”
I left him to talk to his brother, closing the bedroom door behind me. I walked down the curved, modern staircase, taking in the view out the wall of windows. New York on a clear October morning must have been the most beautiful place on Earth. Gleaming, sunlit buildings shone like beacons of power against a brilliant blue sky.
I let myself out of the apartment and took Alexander’s private elevator down towards the suite of Skyscraper offices that were located on the fifth, sixth and seventh floors of his building. He had a private penthouse office on the twenty-seventh floor and also a corner office on the seventh floor, which was where I was headed.
A woman sat behind the gargantuan desk and under the wall-sized print of the New York City skyline. I remembered it well, from the day of my interview, although it was a different receptionist today. She greeted me by name, which surprised me a little. Alexander, or someone else, must have told the Skyscraper staff of my new appointment. I wondered if they’d also been informed about my recent engagement to their CEO.
She gave me directions to Alexander’s office, and I found my way easily, entering his spacious corner suite. I felt excited, composed, but also distracted. I couldn’t get my cravings to settle down. It was unusual for us not to have acted on our compulsions this morning. It left me with a small pang of restlessness: to just disengage and walk away from him when he’d been so aroused. And so mouth-wateringly gorgeous.
For god’s sake, Lila, calm down, I ordered myself. You’re at work. Focus. Absolutely do not let yourself be reminded of the job interview. Of that very first encounter. Of the way he looked at you, licking his lips, inviting you into his lair. Of how it felt when he peeled off your sweater and squeezed your nipples between those brutal fingers. Or the way he felt when he slid that –
“Ms. Carmichael, welcome.” I jumped a little, startled. A woman stood there, tapping on the open door. She was around thirty, with a short blond bob and tortoise-shell glasses. She was smiling and attempting to control her fascination, I could see this. I guess it was a vibe I would need to get used to. The ring was on my finger and her eyes rounded at the sight of it. Then she collected herself. “I’m Gwen Smith, one of the associate editors. Congratulations on getting the job as Mr. Wolfe’s assistant. We had about a million applications.”
“Thank you, Ms. Smith.”
“God, that makes me sound about a hundred years old. Call me Gwen. Please.”
“Thank you, Gwen,” I said. She was nice, and I appreciated that she was trying to put me at ease on my first day on the job.
“I can show you around while you wait for Mr. Wolfe to arrive, if you’d like.”
I kept my cool but I felt almost giddy with anticipation. About the job. About seeing Alexander again soon. I already missed him. I missed his black-haired, swarthy presence and the sparks in the room whenever he was near me. “That would be fabulous.”
She smiled and gave me a quick tour, introducing me to several other staff members. All of them watched me, half-intrigued and half-amused. I had no idea how to read their reactions to me and I felt surprisingly unaffected, like I was one step removed somehow, as if I’d been coated with a thin veneer of power. It was ridiculous, really. I didn’t have any power, over anyone. I didn’t even want power. Still, the thought crept in before I could suppress it: their mogul boss was my very-possessive fiancé, who would do anything I asked of him and who had shared with me the most passionate, transformative, intimate experiences of my life, and his. I can bring your CEO to his knees. I can make him come so hard with the flick of my tongue and the squeeze of my fingers that he groans like his heart’s being ripped out of his chest. I’ve taken him into my body and had him in every way it’s possible to do. He belongs with me. He’s mine.
I’d accused Alexander of being obsessive when it came to me but I was equally guilty. Either that or I was going mad. I didn’t even care at this point. I just wanted to see him again. Now. I was having some crazy withdrawal symptoms.
“Here’s the conference room,” Gwen was saying. “This is where this morning’s meeting will be held. I’ll leave you to it if you’d like to set up. There’s coffee on the table in the corner and breakfast will be served at nine fifteen. Mr. Wolfe should be here any minute.”
“Great. Thanks for the tour, Gwen. I really appreciate it.”
“We should have lunch sometime,” she suggested. “I’ll introduce you to a few more of the Skyscraper staff. It’s a great bunch of people.”
“I’d love that.”
“We’ll set something up later. I’ll see you after the meeting.”
Then she left and I was alone in the large conference room. Out the windows, the view was more closed in down here on the seventh floor and, weirdly, I used this detail to ground myself. To remind myself of the new rules and restrictions. He’ll be here soon. You can appreciate his beauty from afar and save the rest for later.
I was placing the print-outs of the agenda around the table when Alexander swept in like a stormy-eyed, billionaire monsoon. I swear the temperature in the room spiked by several degrees. His energy filled the space, crowding around me like sultry, tropical warmth. He closed the door.
He looked almost windblown, like he’d been rushing. Even from across the room, I could detect his relief. He’d rushed so he could see me. A little fissure in my heart seemed to open a fraction wider with the realization that he needed me so much. That I wasn’t the only one suffering from this full-blown addiction.
Alexander was dressed in a beautifully-cut three-piece suit. He looked clean and hastily-groomed and gorgeous. His hair was still damp from his shower and it was a little too long, curling over his collar. It had been a while since I’d seen him dressed up and the effect shot straight to the pit of my stomach. The combination of his wild ferocity, contained as it was in his business clothes, was dazzling. Almost too much to bear. I want to rip those clothes off him. I want to bite him and hold him down as I entice him with my naked body.
He placed his leather briefcase at the head of the table. But he kept his distance, as though similarly affected. “Honey girl,” he greeted me coolly, his eyes predatory and his deep voice edged with a husked, controlled joy.
“You won’t be able to call me that in the meeting,” I said, drawing closer to him, but not close enough to touch him; that would be dangerous.
“No,” he drawled, and his gaze was on my parted lips. “But I can call you that now.”
God. His voice. So deep and gravelled. Thick with husky intent. How would this work? How would we function like regular people when the allure was this manic? I tried to distract myself. I pulled my eyes away, forcing myself to calm down, and I continued placing the papers around the table. “How’d it go with Jake? Everything okay?”
“No. Not even close. He’s coming in this afternoon so we can make a plan. The press is in on it now, which makes everything more complicated. And a lot more expensive.”
I wasn’t used to seeing him so on edge. Most of the time we’d spent together, he’d been relaxed. Okay, not relaxed … intense. But easy enough to placate. The urge to comfort him now was too strong. I went to him, allowing myself one little indulgence: my fingers smoothed an unruly strand of his hair into place. “Is there anything I can do?”
He opened his leather briefcase, as though to distract himself. “We’ll see him later on. We’ll have to go through all the particulars and sort through them. Throw down some hush money if necessary. I don’t know why he can’t keep it on the straight and narrow. My brother has a knack for pushing every boundary.”
“I’m sure there’ll be a solution.” I didn’t know anything about pushing legal boundaries, insider trading, or paying off the press and/or the police. But I wanted to be there for Alexander, to support him in any way I could. I was still touching the coarse silk of his hair. I skimmed my fingers along the line of his jaw, loving the endlessly appealing textures of him. The smoothness of his recent shave underlaid by a barely-detectable roughness. The plump curve of his lower lip. I wished I could touch my tongue to him. To lightly lick his mouth. My craving for him was pulsing in me, along with the beat of my heart.
He wasn’t breathing well. His face looked almost pained. “Lila. Why don’t you sit in that chair. Or stand over there for a minute. It’s probably not a great idea for you to touch me right now.”
My hand stilled, but I couldn’t quite bring myself to draw away. “Why not?”
He paused before giving me a gruff reply. “Because I get a fucking raging hard-on whenever you do. And, as much as I enjoy raging hard-ons, they’re not ideal in editorial meetings.”
Oh, god. I wished he hadn’t told me that. His anger fed my desire, inflaming it. I felt feverish. Alive. And so in love my heart ached.
And I couldn’t do it.
I couldn’t not give in to the most potent addiction I’d ever known. Pleasing him, and pleasing myself.
I glanced at the clock on the wall. 8:29. Feigning obedience, I stepped away from him. Instead of sitting down, though, I walked over to the door and flicked the lock closed. There was a window to the hallway, a single pane of glass that ran the length of the door, but it was tinted and opaque.
Alexander watched me walk back over to him, his eyes wary and so dark they looked black. I’d gazed into them enough to know they weren’t black at all. They were flecked with shades of dark gold and chocolate brown. And he could read my intent. “Lila --” He was watching my face and his question got lost in his breathing, in the intensity of his awareness of me as I stood close to him. Very close.
“It’s only eight-thirty,” I said. He was watching my face. My mouth. He was flustered. I’ll admit it: I loved flustering him. I crazy-loved him when his big, musclebound body reacted to me in a way that was beyond his control. All that broad-shouldered, dark, masculine bravado. Mine. My basest urges were on overdrive. He was far too tempting. “They won’t be here until nine.”
He looked staggered. Torn. Ridiculously sexy. The worry had eased, replaced by a conflicted, ravenous need. Still, he protested. “Lila,” he said, his sternness underlaid with raw desire. “Be reasonable.”
I stood on my toes, licking the lightest touch along his lower lip. “This is me being reasonable. What I really want to do would take much longer.”
He stared down at me, incredulous. But when I ran my hand over the front of his pants, he was fully, mouth-wateringly hard. I kissed him again, licking my tongue between his lips. “I know how to make you come quickly. Let me.”
“Damn it, Lila,” he growled, his breath quickening. I was already unbuckling his belt and he made no move to stop me. “Fuck.”
“I want you,” I whispered, kissing him again.
“Yes. You want me. You have me. And you’re going to be the fucking undoing of me. Which you know already.”
“I am going to undo you,” I crooned, owning his surrender. I knew he wouldn’t refuse me. He couldn’t. He was as needy for my touch as I was for his. “Like this.” I unzipped him, reaching into his pants and grasping my tight fist around the hot immensity of him. “The door is locked. No one can see us. No one knows what I’m about to do to you.”
His eyes were narrowed, almost furious. Letting me do whatever I wanted. Challenging me to do whatever I wanted.
“I’m going take you into my mouth,” I purred. “Just the head first. I’m going to suck on you and use both hands to –”
“Do you want me to stop?”
I squeezed him, working both my fists along his length in careful, provocative strokes. I gripped him harder, rubbing and teasing, totally focused on his pleasure.
I spoke softly, murmuring the words. “Look at you. Look at my fingers swirling your juice all over your big, thick cock. See? You’re already starting to come a little.”
His expression was severe. A mixture between fury and ecstasy. He obeyed me, watching as I worked the silken, purpled crown of his shaft with my playful fingers.
“Be very quiet,” I commanded him. I pulled a chair closer and sat down in front of him.
“Lila,” he breathed, as I laved my tongue over the gathering moisture, tasting him, nipping and kissing his silky hardness. His eyes closed. “—oh, god help me.”
Again, I touched my tongue to his hot, throbbing cock, licking across the broad end in gentle, sweeping glides. I took him deeper into my mouth as I held him in my supple grip.
“Quiet,” I said.
Distant voices could be heard outside, in the offices down the hall, but there was no one at the door. Alexander went very still and I sucked him hungrily, easing him deeper. I ran my tongue along the sensitive underside of his cock as I took him as deep as I could take it, drawing on him with building, circular suction. With my hands and my mouth I pumped him, increasing the pace. He exhaled a curse and I knew he was close. My fingers explored secret, intimate avenues, until his thick cum spilled into my mouth in sudden, furtive bursts. I swallowed as I continued caressing him with my tongue, until he was completely spent. I drank all of it, licking him clean.
It took him a minute to recover. I tucked him back into his pants and fastened them.
“My god,” he breathed, touching a finger to my chin and tipping my face up to him. He pulled me up and held me close. “That was –”
“I love you,” I whispered.
His color was high, his eyes volatile yet awed. He blinked, a slow, enchanted sweep that reminded me of moonlight. “You are so in for it tonight.”
I smiled and stepped away from him, smoothing my clothing. I gave him a look, letting him know I was up for it. For him. For anything that had to do with him and his promises. “I’ll look forward to it, Mr. Wolfe,” I said, with business-like, assistant-worthy subservience.
“So will I, Mrs. Wolfe.”
He stopped me in my tracks with that one. Mrs. Wolfe. Hearing him say it sent little darts of too many emotions to name through my soul.
“All right?” he said to me.
Alexander went to the door, unlocking it.
Just then, two men and a woman approached the door, talking, entering. They were followed by nine more people.
The meeting had begun.
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