Untitled - Code Name Alexander Steele
My Brioni suit feels like a screen as I scan the sea of sycophants vying for my attention.
My eyes lazily study the glittering crowd, all fake smiles and designer labels.
Vapid and boring is the status quo at these events. My gaze catches on a short, stacked brunette weaving through the crowd. Wait a fucking second. I do a double-take.
Is that…Francesca?
My eyes lock onto that luscious ass as she bends over to set down a tray of champagne flutes. Those curves could make a saint sin, and I’m no saint. My cock twitches, already half-hard just from the sight of her.
Those tight black pants leave little to the imagination, and my imagination is running wild. I’d recognize those hips anywhere.
I take a long sip of whiskey, savoring the burn as I watch her weave through the crowd. She’s a fucking vision in that tight black uniform, tits straining against the buttons. I want to rip it off her with my teeth, buttons flying, and bury my face between those perfect tits.
I watch her straighten up, tossing that mane of dark curls over her shoulder. Christ, she’s even more stunning than I remember. Those full lips, those bedroom eyes.
What the hell is she doing here? Last I heard, that dipshit son of mine had tossed her aside like yesterday’s news. Fucking idiot. If she was mine...
Christ. I shouldn’t be thinking about her like this. She’s Cameron’s ex. Off limits. Forbidden fucking fruit.
But I can’t tear my eyes away as she laughs at some decrepit old bastard’s joke, her entire face lighting up.
I adjust myself discreetly, fighting the urge to march over there and bend her over the nearest table. To run my hands over every lush curve. To make her scream my name while I fuck her senseless.
She’s like a lioness among hyenas—powerful, graceful, alert. Nothing like the girl my son used to bring around. This Francesca exudes raw sexuality and quiet strength. And I want to possess every inch of her.
I can’t fucking tear my eyes away as Francesca glides through the crowd. Her hips sway hypnotically with each step, and I find myself mesmerized by the gentle bounce of her tits.
Some pompous asshole in an ill-fitting tux snaps his fingers at her, and I tense, ready to put the idiot in his place. But she’s got this. She saunters over, a predatory gleam in those big brown eyes.
“I’m afraid snapping isn’t the most effective way to get my attention, sir,” she purrs, voice dripping honey-sweet venom. “Perhaps try using your words next time? How may I help you?”
The fucker leers at her cleavage. “Yeah, sweet cheeks. How about you bring me a proper drink? This champagne is piss.”
I clench my fist around my tumbler, resisting the urge to introduce it to his face. But she doesn’t miss a beat.
“Of course, sir,” she says, batting those long lashes. “I’ll be sure to bring you our finest piss. Clearly, you’re a connoisseur.”
I nearly choke on my whiskey, barely containing a bark of laughter. That’s my girl. The asshole sputters, face turning an ugly shade of puce, but Francesca’s already sashaying away, triumph in the set of her shoulders.
Fuck, I want to bend her over and spank that perfect ass for being such a naughty girl. To feel her squirm and whimper as I rain down blows, her cunt dripping for me.
But as she turns, I catch a glimpse of fatigue in those captivating eyes. Her smile falters for just a moment, shoulders slumping infinitesimally. How long has she been on her feet? How many pricks like that has she dealt with tonight?
Dark circles under those gorgeous eyes, expertly hidden with makeup. She’s running on fumes.
I want to march over there and whisk her away. To pamper her, worship every inch of her. To make her feel like the queen she is.
Instead, I watch as she straightens her spine, pasting on that dazzling smile once more. She’s a fighter. Resilient as hell.
And fuck if that doesn’t make me want her even more.
One glimpse of that curvy ass and I’m ready to risk it all. To hell with propriety. To hell with the fact that she’s my son’s ex. I want her. And Alexander Steele always gets what he wants.
I down the rest of my drink, relishing the burn. Time to say hello.
I stalk across the room, my eyes never leaving Francesca as she ducks behind a pillar for a moment’s respite. Fuck, even exhausted she’s breathtaking. I want to run my tongue along the delicate curve of her neck, to taste the salt of her skin.
“Quite the sharp tongue you’ve got there,” I rumble as I sidle up next to her. “I’d say that prick got exactly what he deserved.”
Her head snaps up, those big chocolate eyes widening in shock. “Mr. Steele! I, um…I didn’t realize you were here.”
“Alexander, please,” I purr, letting my gaze roam over her. My cock throbs, imagining how those tits would feel in my hands, how her ass would redden under my palm. “And I wouldn’t miss it. Watching you put that asshole in his place was the highlight of my evening.”
She bristles, chin lifting defiantly. “I’m just doing my job, sir. Now if you’ll excuse me?—”
“Relax, pretty girl,” I murmur, stepping closer. The scent of her perfume makes my mouth water. It smells like an orchard full of apples. “I’m not here to cause you any issues. Just wanted to say hello and I’m impressed. You handle yourself like a pro.”
Francesca’s eyes narrow, suspicion clear in every line of her body. I want to smooth away that tension, to make her melt under my touch until she’s boneless and begging.
“Thanks,” she says tersely. “Was there anything else?”
I lean in, close enough that my breath stirs the wisps of hair framing her face. “Just wondering how a woman like you ended up slinging drinks for these pompous pricks? You’re wasted here, Francesca.”
She jerks back like I’ve burned her, anger flashing in those mesmerizing eyes. “I don’t see how that’s any of your business, Mr. Steele.”
“Alexander,” I remind her, voice low and gravelly. “And maybe it’s not. But I’m making it my business. You deserve better than this, Francesca.”
Her jaw clenches, and I imagine sinking my teeth into that soft flesh, marking her up. “I can take care of myself, thanks,” she snaps. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have work to do.”
She turns to leave, but I catch her wrist, my fingers spanning the delicate bones. Desire arcs between us, and I know she feels it too from the way her breath catches.
She yanks her arm away and storms off. The way she stood up to me only makes me want her more.
I adjust myself, imagining pinning her against the wall and ripping those black pants down. Spreading those lush thighs and burying my face in her pussy until she’s a writhing, whimpering mess. Until she’s begging me to fuck her.
Christ, what am I thinking? She’s Cameron’s ex. But that thought just makes my dick throb harder. The forbidden temptation of it all. Taking what used to be his and making it mine.
I down another whiskey, barely tasting it as I watch her flit between tables. My eyes zero in on her cheeks, imagining how they’d bounce as I pounded into her from behind. How she’d cry out as I yanked her hair, arching that delectable spine.
She bends to pick up a fallen napkin and I have to stifle a groan. That ass is a fucking work of art. I want to spank it until my handprint is tattooed on her skin. Until she’s soaking wet and begging me to fill her up.
Francesca straightens, and for a moment our eyes lock across the room. Heat sizzles between us, and I know she feels it as well. Her cheeks flush, pupils dilating, and I imagine that’s how she’d look spread out on my bed. Flushed and panting as I worship every inch of her.
She tears her gaze away, but not before I see want in those big eyes even if only for a moment. Oh you sweet little vixen, you have no idea the things I want to do to you. How I want to ruin you for any other man.
I picture her on her knees, those full lips wrapped around my cock as I fist my hands in her hair. The noises she’d make as I fuck her throat. How she’d gag and choke, but beg for more.
The thought of Cameron touching her makes my jaw clench. That little shit never appreciated what he had. I’ve seen the way he treats women—using them up and tossing them aside.
My son’s a goddamn fool for letting her go. But his loss is my gain. I want to erase every memory she has of Cameron. To make her scream my name as she comes on my cock again and again.
I’ll have her. It’s only a matter of time. I always get what I want, and right now, I want Francesca writhing beneath me, begging for my dick.
To hell with propriety. To hell with the fact that she used to be Cameron’s. She’ll be mine soon enough. And I’m going to enjoy every forbidden moment of claiming her as my own.
Whatever it takes to get her in my bed and under my hand.
“Refill, Mr. Steele?” A server materializes at my elbow.
“No,” I growl, waving him off. “But I’ll take that guest list.”
The poor kid looks confused. “Sir?”
“The catering company. I want their information. Now.”
It’s reckless, pursuing my son’s ex.
But I’ve built an empire by taking risks and the thrill of it has me ready to come all over someone’s pretty heart-shaped face.