Chapter 12 #3
He sent me his room number. After throwing my bag onto the bed, I quickly changed into team sweats.
Then, with a smirk, I grabbed my laptop bag.
I’d tucked the candles and lube safely inside it, so I’d have everything I needed.
We could claim we were working if caught.
Flying chartered jets was nice. We didn’t have all the restrictions found on commercial airlines.
I strolled to the door and listened. A door closed, leaving silence. Time to go. I popped my door open and looked both ways. The hallway was empty. Strutting toward Alex’s room, I checked the numbers. As I reached his place, I texted him.
Julian
Here.
He cracked the door open. “Did anyone see you?”
“No, let me in.” I pushed the door and slipped past him.
“Jesus, I have my laptop bag. I can blame my being here on shit we needed to discuss” With a scoff, I paraded into the room, set my bag on his desk chair and fished the candles out.
After turning them on, I set one on the nightstand along with the lube, and one in the center of the desk.
He covered his grin with his fingers. “Oh my God, you really did it. Where’s the—”
Rapping filtered into the room. “Go answer the door.” I stepped to the bed and threw myself onto my back.
Murmuring floated in from the doorway, and then Alex said, “Thank you so much.” Shaking his head, his gaze twinkled as it found mine. He stood at the foot of the bed, holding a bouquet of peach, pink, and yellow roses. “They smell amazing.”
“Yeah? Let me see.” I crawled to the end of the bed and sniffed them when he held them toward me. The sweet and slightly spicy scent floated into my nose. “Damn, they do smell good.” I bet Margot’s flowers weren’t nearly as nice.
He held them to his nose, breathing them in, and set them on the desk next to the candle. “Thank you, Julian. This is really nice.”
“You’re welcome.” I rested my back against the headboard of his bed, right in the middle. “So, what’s next?” Would he want sex right away? I’d be okay with it.
“I missed you.” He crept over me and lowered down, his legs slipping between mine. “So much.” Kissing the tip of my nose, he sighed. “I never knew you had a romantic side.”
“Only with special people.” I wrapped my arms around him, my dick swelling against his abs. If I said these things and felt the truth in the words, which I did, this was serious. “Are the guys playing Call of Duty tonight?”
“They are, but I told them I was too tired.” He snickered softly. “Of course, Big Hopkins made a comment about my girlfriend keeping me up last night.”
“Which wasn’t true…” A quick flash of heat pierced my chest. Hadn’t he gone apartment hunting with her? “Did she find an apartment yet?”
“No.” He rested his cheek on my chest while his arms hugged my sides. “I saw two places with her, but she found fault with both of them.”
“Do you think she’s finding fault with them on purpose, so she can stay with you longer?” I was tired of discussing Margot, but I needed to point out what she was doing. I brushed my fingers along his back.
“I don’t know. It would be mean to kick her out. I have a large house. There're four bedrooms, and she’s in the guest room.” He lifted his head and gazed lazily into my eyes. “The room would just sit there unused if she wasn’t staying in it.”
And there was the rub. He didn’t have a plausible reason to kick her out.
“That’s the problem with having such a large house.
My place is large, yes, but only has three bedrooms. One of the extra rooms is a home office, and the other has gym equipment with a Murphy bed, so when people visit, they can’t get too comfortable. ” I offered a quick grin.
“Good strategy.” He pressed a long kiss on my mouth, moaning softly. “I’d like to see your place sometime. I’ll bet it’s filled with fancy shit.”
“It depends on what you’d call fancy. I have some original artwork, but the rest of the place has a modern aesthetic.
They built the complex in the Tuscan style that was so popular.
I hate that shit and had it all torn out.
But of course, the exterior is beyond my control.
” I gazed deeply into his stunning blue eyes.
“Maybe I could show it to you when we get back. Make you a fancy dinner?” With a soft chuckle, I bit his lower lip, scraping my teeth across it as I released it.
“You cook?” He pressed a solid kiss on my lips.
“Not really, but I can order in. I’m close to Old Town and the mall, so there are restaurants everywhere.” I rocked my hips, pressing my firm cock against his abs. Enough chit-chat.
“Someone’s hard.” He kissed along my chin and down the column of my neck.
“You’re not?” Tilting my head to the side, I exposed more of my skin. His kisses tingled down my spine. It was nice to take our time after the rushed blow jobs in my office.
“I’m in bed with you. Of course, I am.” He rolled to the side and sat up, then shucked his shirt off, throwing it to the floor. “Can I fuck you again tonight?”
My cock twitched. “Absolutely.” I should have brought my damn plug and worn it here. But candles and flowers had distracted me. Sitting up, I undressed, watching as he slid his sweats and underwear down his legs. “How do you want me tonight?”