Chapter 24
Alexander
This wasn't the plan.
I only wanted to train with her and see how she'd react when we weren't at work.
She would have gotten the PIN anyway.
But goddammit, I can’t help myself. The moment I saw her in that hot workout outfit, I couldn't think about anything else but grabbing her in front of everyone and claiming her as mine.
I push London against the shelf and close the door behind me. Everything has to happen at once because I can barely control myself anymore. I let go of her just for a brief moment so I can lock the door. I don't need an audience right now.
"You're not seriously planning to do it here and now..." She doesn't get any further. Or rather: I don't let her.
There are other ways she can come.
How did I manage not to fuck her on my desk at the office today?
In that tight pencil skirt, those high heels, and the slightly see-through white blouse with the big bow at the collar.
Feminine. Sexy. Elegant. She can wear absolutely anything, but I like her best naked and aroused, when the only thing she's has on is smeared lipstick.
Thanks to greedy kisses and other things. ..
I kiss this incredibly arousing woman and push her harder against the shelf behind her.
London first puts both hands on my chest before she starts halfheartedly pounding her small fists against it.
She couldn’t even pop a bubble with that.
I know how strong she is and what power lies in those thin little arms when she decides to use it.
Nah, this is more like her desperate attempt to make herself listen to reason. It’s probably a faint whisper, and it’s now falling completely silent. Her heart and her arousal are taking over, because suddenly her arms are around my neck and she’s kissing me back.
“Should I stop?” I ask provocatively.
Of course, I already know the answer, but her startled look is pure delight.
“Are you nuts?”
I smile triumphantly, spin her around, and grab both her wrists. I make sure she can hold onto one of the upper shelves while pressing my hips against her firm ass. She gasps greedily, though nothing has even happened yet.
“Not here. We can’t. What if someone hears us?”
“Nobody needs to hear us. Everyone knows what we’re doing back here. Do you want to disappoint them?”
“Oh God…” she breathes desperately.
Oh yes, she knows what’s coming. Everyone in the club will stare at her and celebrate me as the king who managed to hook up with her.
She only has to say no, and I’ll stop.
“We can still stop,” I offer again.
“Shut up!”
I laugh softly and slide my hands over her arms, down her sides, along her hips.
“There’s still time. We could sneak out the back and find another boxing club.”
“But I don’t want you to stop now…”
“You want me to keep talking?”
I tease, running my hands over her stomach, her ribs, and sliding my fingertips under her sports bra.
I push the fabric up over her breasts, which I hold, massage, and caress with both hands gladly.
Each one a perfect handful, just the way I like it.
As if God himself shaped her breasts to fit my hands.
Like two puzzle pieces once carved from the same piece.
“Of course not,” she utters desperately and leaves it to me to undress her.
That’s quickly done. I run my hands down her stomach and grab her workout pants. Together with her panties, I pull both down—just far enough to access everything I want.
“Oh fuck,” she moans willingly, making it crystal clear how much she enjoys what I’m doing to her. This time it’s different than at her apartment or my house. This time it’s quick. Greedy. Wild. As if it were just a meaningless one-night stand.
Nothing more.