CHAPTER 21 ALEXIS
I let out a huge sigh of relief once we’re back in my bedroom.
Danny grins as he looks at me, and then he locks the door.
He remains by the door, his eyes heating as they fall on me. “God, you’re hot when you’re negotiating.”
I laugh. “Well, you’re hot all the time.”
“We’re just two hot people standing in a bedroom with a large bed waiting to be used.”
“Then use it,” I say coyly, and he takes that as his cue. He stalks toward me, and my thighs seem to automatically clench at just the sight of him walking toward me.
This is all still so surreal. For one thing, I never thought I’d actually be having sex in this bedroom without a care in the world. But for another thing…he’s my husband. I still can’t quite believe that. It’s like I’m living in some dream, and while things are falling down around me, he’s there to pick up the pieces and make sure I’m okay as he dusts me off.
He’s really an entire dream wrapped up into one fine man.
And it’s not just all that.
The fact that I own fifty-one percent of Bodega Talent Agency means that I own my masters. I’m in control of my career for the first time in my life, and there’s a gratifying feeling in that mixed with a new level of power I’ve never felt before.
“I love you,” I say softly once he’s standing a breath away.
“I love you, too.”
“Thanks for having my back. For agreeing to do this. For…just being you.”
“I just wanted you to have what’s rightfully yours, Lex,” he says softly. “And I want our kids to have it someday, too—if they want it.”
My heart skips a beat at his words. “Our kids,” I say softly.
He nods. “Think we should try for one sometime soon?”
“I want to enjoy my husband for a while first,” I say. “But I don’t think there’s any harm in practicing.”
“Oh, there’s definitely no harm in practicing,” he agrees, and his lips collide with mine.
Warmth starts in my core and spreads through me as thoughts of a long and happy future together flood through my mind. I shift so I’m as close to him as I can be, and he deepens our kiss as he thrusts his hips against mine.
I pull back for just a beat. “Are you okay to do this with a broken wrist?”
His eyes heat with lust. “I don’t need my wrist for what I’m about to do to you.” He grabs my chin with his good hand, slams his mouth back to mine, and then lets his hand trail down to my breast. He massages me there for a few beats, and then his hand trails down to my hip. “But I’m going to need your help.”
“Anything,” I breathe.
“Strip for me,” he demands.
Dancing is second nature to me, so I turn him until his back is to the bed, and I gently push on his chest until he’s perched on the edge of the mattress.
And then I start stripping for him as requested. I slowly unbutton my jeans as I dance, and then I slide them down my legs as I make eye contact with him, dragging my bottom lip between my teeth.
I dance around him and play with the hem of my shirt for a bit, lifting it and lowering it, teasing him before I tear it off and toss it to the ground.
I’m in a lace bra and panty set, and his breath hitches as he stares at me. He makes me feel like the sexiest woman in the world when he looks at me like that.
I move toward him and straddle his waist, gyrating over him as I give him a lap dance. Presumably he’s had these before, and I don’t have a ton of stripping experience, but the way he’s breathing heavily as his cock gets harder and harder beneath me tells me that this is the lap dance of his dreams.
I take his jawline between my hands and lower my lips to his, our tongues immediately dancing together as he loops his good arm around me and holds me steady over him. I shift my hips over him, riding his cock with far too many clothes separating us, and I kiss him with urgency as my own desire builds. The ache inside is throbbing, but with every thrust of my hips against his cock, the friction brushes against my clit, pushing me higher and higher, closer and closer as the kiss turns downright brutal, our tongues locked in a battle that’s beautiful and messy and perfect.
I slide along his cock again, wishing we were both naked as the sudden need for release screams through me, a fire ripping down my spine that’s so intense I whimper into his mouth.
He groans as I slide over him again, and I don’t know if he knows how close I am right now, but he pulls back. “I need to be inside you,” he says.
I climb off him, eager to give him everything he needs, and I work his pants until they’re off. I pull his shirt over his head, and then I strip out of my bra and panties, the pretense of dancing long gone as need and desire take hold.
I straddle him again, linking an arm around his neck as I grip his cock with my other hand. I slide down onto him as our eyes meet, a fiery heat traveling between us as a soft cry escapes my lips at the feel of him entering me.
“I love you,” he murmurs softly, and my lips meet his parted ones as we start to move in perfect harmony together. I slide up and down his engorged cock, holding onto him as our bodies move in this way. He pushes up hard as I slide down at the same time, and the full feeling is pure heaven.
He breaks the kiss and angles his neck down to suck one of my nipples into his mouth, and I arch my back to push it more fully into his mouth.
“Oh my God,” I cry.
He groans, the hum vibrating against my nipple, and he lets it out of his mouth long enough to say, “I want you to come all over my cock, Lex. I want you to scream my name while you’re coming.”
Oh. My. God. “Yes,” I breathe. “Yes, yes, yes.”
He starts to thrust a little harder as he sucks my nipple back into his mouth. “Touch your clit while you fuck me, baby,” he says around my nipple, and the dirty talk alone is about to get me off.
I cry out as I slide my hand between us to touch myself, and he grunts when I slide my first and second fingers in a v-shape between us where we’re connected so he can feel the extra grip on his cock. I reach down to touch his balls, and he growls as he lets go of my nipple.
“I’m gonna come,” he says.
“So am I,” I pant.
“Then touch that gorgeous clit and come for me.”
“Oh my God, Danny!” I practically scream as the orgasm hits me hard the second I touch my clit.
“Fuck yes, Lex,” he growls as the brutal climax hits us at the same time. He shoves into me as I rub my clit through the orgasm, and we ride the beautiful wave together.
I stay connected to him as we both come down from the high, and we pant in sync, breathing together as we somehow find ourselves bonding still closer together, as if every time we do this, we’re a little more connected. And somehow, every time we do this, it gets better. I thought it was as good as it gets already, but he continues to surprise me in all the very best ways.
Eventually I climb off him, and we lie together in the afterglow before we force ourselves up to clean up and get ready for bed.
And then I fall asleep with a smile on my lips.