Chapter 21
London
This guy!
"I'm calling your mother," I threaten, which only makes Alex laugh. "She's on my side."
"You want to tell her we had sex, and I took a picture of you? I’d love to witness that conversation." He leans back comfortably, beckoning me with his dominant hand. "Go ahead."
"Don’t be so sure I won’t." I raise my brows, to threaten him. But unlike me, he’s completely calm.
I already fear this is a battle I can’t win.
"I’ll do it!" I insist, and frantically dig out my phone, as if I’m about to call.
Alexander doesn’t even blink. "Just give me your phone so I can delete the picture! "
"Only under two conditions."
Two conditions?
I listen attentively and remain a few steps away from him. But I'm still holding my phone in my hand so he can see it clearly.
"Two conditions?"
He smiles at my question, cold as ice.
"You're going to cheer me up right now, and on Monday we're going to the boxing club together."
"You just want me to go boxing with you?" I’d be there anyway.
"You’ll be very nice to me there," he says, grin widening.
"You mean flirt with you in front of the others?"
"No. You’ll see."
I swallow. Damn, why does he seem so confident and assertive? What is he up to? He's not going to throw me into the ring or kiss me in front of the men, is he? Nah, he wouldn't do that. Maybe he just wants to be seen with me and train together.
"And how exactly am I supposed to cheer you up now? You’re already grinning.." Isn't that enough?
"Do we have a deal? If yes, you’ll get my PIN—when we leave the boxing club."
I take a deep breath. "But what should I do now? I’d like to know before I agree."
This is what I get for falling asleep and trusting him.
"I’ll leave that up to you."
So it’s my choice. I already know what I need to do.
"Okay. Agreed. Deal."
Alex smiles, clearly satisfied, waiting.
I sigh softly and glance down at myself: a simple mint-green summer dress with and elastic waistband and a wavy pattern--looks like someone washed their paint brush in water. Sandals, no jewelry.
Slowly, I lift the hem a bit so I can grab my underwear.
I pull it down to my knees before it falls to the floor on its own.
I glare at Alex, who is visibly enjoying the little strip show.
I sigh then lift the dress over me, taking my sports bra along in one movement so I don't have to take either off completely.
I turn to him, spin around once, giving him a reproachful look, and then get dressed again.
"Hmm. Seen that already," he mocks.
Excuse me? How dare he!
"That’s not enough for you?"
"You'll have to come up with something better," he teases me and seems rather bored, though the slight grin remains. He knows exactly how crazy he's driving me. No matter what I do, I'll probably never satisfy him enough to get his PIN.
"Then tell me what you want," I demand.
Alex smiles and pats his thigh three times with his hand, a clear sign for me to come closer. I pull the sports bra and dress back over my body, but he disapproves.
"No. Not like that."
What does he mean?
"Take it off."
"What happened last night was a one-time thing!"
"One time in your apartment," he counters smoothly.
Oh no, he's not getting around it like that. I stand there, not really knowing what to do.
"You can keep the sandals on," he says with a satisfied smile.
I'm afraid he means it. With a grim look, I slip off my dress and bra, then slide out of my panties and push them aside across the floor. I just throw my dress and sports bra on top of them. Annoyed, I put my hands on my hips.
"And now?"
“You could let your hair down,” he says and smiles happily.
That too.
I sigh, remove the hair tie, and toss it onto the pile of clothes. Then I run my fingers through my hair to loosen it up.
“And now come over here and take a seat.”
“Where exactly?” I ask, because the armchair is next to a couch. He follows my gaze and then brushes his thigh with his hand.
“I'm just supposed to sit down?” Alex smiles at that. "It was a one-time thing, and it will stay that way. I'm definitely not going to start a relationship with my boss!"
“I'm not your boss yet.”
I inhale deeply at that. The things we do to get a PIN.
So I step closer and want to sit on his lap, but he makes an instructive gesture with his right hand. I briefly consider what he might mean before I get it and sit on his lap backwards and nestle my back against his chest. Alexander's hands soon wander over my bare stomach to my breasts.
“I'm not completely satisfied yet, but it's not a bad start.” He whispers hungrily in my ear, giving me goosebumps.
His deep voice makes me tingle all over.
He reaches for my breasts eagerly, teasing my nipples, then moves both hands down a little. One rests on my stomach, while the other slides between my between my spread legs. I whimper eagerly and place my hands on his wrists. Oh, that's unfair!
"You can look as angry as you want. Your body’s telling the truth," he says with a slightly mocking undertone, while I shudder. Alex massages me skillfully, which elicits hot and greedy sounds from me. This is so unfair. I wasn't prepared for this at all
I tilt my head, offering my neck for him to kiss. But suddenly, Alex pulls back, just as I’m getting worked up.
"Don’t stop," I plead desperately. That’s just cruel.
But then I hear him undoing his belt.
"Please, keep going..." I whimper and gently move my body until I feel his hardness between my legs.
I look down at myself while he presses me against him again with both hands on my stomach. Skillfully, he guides himself into me with one hand, making me moan with satisfaction.
Alexander's hands grasp my breasts, my stomach, my hips, while he simultaneously moves inside me and I rotate my hips. It feels fantastic. I lean my face closer to him, panting against his cheek, and don't hold back for a second.
"This is so good..." I pant insatiably while enjoying his deep sounds. Hearing how aroused he is and how much fun he's having makes me shudder again.
My body belongs to him. For the second time.
Twice is coincidence, isn't that what they say? Whatever. Just this one more time and then never again. Just now. Just today.
The living room becomes our playground — the armchair, the couch, even the table becomes the perfect place for a wild moment.
Alex is so greedy and demanding and demanding that I simply let myself be carried away like a small rowboat on the high seas.
The waves will soon crash over me, but I enjoy the ride.
Again and again. With each sweet and intense climax comes another, even bigger one that almost takes my breath away.
I'm lying face down on the couch. My butt is sticking up slightly as he kneels behind me and pulls out of me.
I'm completely exhausted and whisper: "If you want to go again, go ahead. But I can't move anymore."
I will never complain about exercising again no matter if it's weightlifting, jogging, or jumping rope. This was much more intense and it came with several rewards that I don't get from exercise. The dopamine and serotonin kicks are really awesome, but they don’t hold a candle to orgasms.
Smiling, I lie there trying to catch my breath while he gets up and adjusts himself. Unlike me, he kept most of his clothes on.
And then there's a slap on my ass.
"Hey!" “Hey!” I exclaim in alarm, which makes him laugh. Am I a horse that needs to be patted down after being ridden really hard? Seriously!
"I think I'm quite satisfied. Do you want to join me in the shower?"
"Quite satisfied? Have I fulfilled the first part of the deal now, or not?"
I slowly sit up as he extends his hand. After brief hesitation, I take it. Alex helps me stand up.
"Yes, you have. My bedroom is upstairs. The shower too."
I say seriously.
"Okay," he says rather indifferently.
That bothers me. He's not even fighting for a chance to do it a third time?
"Even though the sex is great, it just can't happen again."
He nods in agreement. "Best sex I've ever had. But yes, it should stay this way. From Monday on, we need to be professional."
Is he serious? He's not even grinning. So, this isn't a joke on his part?
"Do you want to shower alone? I have a guest bathroom down here."
"Yes," I reply, still standing next to him completely naked.
Alex doesn't even look at my breasts anymore as he fastens his pants.
"Okay, make yourself at home. I'll be right back."
His smile seems forced as he leaves. His face neutral, he exits the living room, and I'm left alone.
What was that all about? I'm totally confused.
I pick up a blanket that has slipped to the floor, wrap myself in it, and sit down. I need to process what just happened to me emotionally.