25. Alex
25
ALEX
My coffee cup is halfway to my lips when Katherine emerges from the bedroom wrapped in a white bathrobe. She looks completely at home in the opulent hotel room surrounded by luxurious fabrics in creams and golds.
More importantly, she’s well-rested—we slept like the dead once we made it to the hotel—and utterly lickable. Her hair is tucked to one side, showing off her throat and the copious amounts of whisker burn I left there on the flight over.
She glances out the window at the city, blinking at the bright morning light.
Pretty as a picture.
I stand, drawing her attention. Damn, I love the way she looks me over, her eyes so warm. Like she’s happy to see me, relieved I’m here. As if I’d be anywhere else when I could be with her. We covered that last night.
“Hungry?” I ask.
Her gaze lowers to the table where there are three different boxes of cereal, a bowl, a spoon, and a carafe of milk. A gasp falls from her lips, music to my ears, and she rushes forward, reaching for the middle box.
“If this is your thing with King, I get it. There are croissants and fresh fruit. It’s technically lunchtime, but?—”
She drops the box and cuts me off with a kiss, hands cupping my cheeks. I set the mug down with a clang, pull her against me, and move to my seat again, settling her on my lap.
I love her slight weight resting against me, the delighted sounds pouring from her lips.
“How did you know?” she asks between kisses, hands roving my face, neck, chest.
“A green-eyed bird might have texted me.”
“He did?”
I nod, and she melts right before my eyes, glowing with happiness. Little moments of kindness mean the world to her. It’s hard to imagine growing up in such a cutthroat environment and extra heartbreaking to know such a simple text could bring such breathtaking joy.
And yet, it obviously does.
Her smile is wide, and her eyes are watery.
Her hands move to the belt of her robe, tugging the tails of the lopsided bow. “I kind of love that you guys are teaming up on me.”
I push the lapels of her robe away, marveling at her creamy skin. The generous swell of her breasts calls to my lips. I want to nuzzle and lick and suck every inch. Starting with the pretty pink tips.
It takes considerable willpower to remember what we’re talking about. Teaming up on her. “Yeah?”
The idea of sharing her right now makes my chest tight. But at the same time, I’m fully aware that I’d do anything for this girl. She wants cereal for breakfast. Ordered. She wants to cuddle between me and our best friends? We’ll buy a bigger bed.
Every smile she turns my way sinks me deeper for her.
It’s both exhilarating and terrifying to hand a piece of me over to someone else.
She nods.
“What do you want to do today?” I ask because although I have a list in mind, it occurred to me that she might want some say in our itinerary.
She makes a delighted humming sound. “Eat breakfast. Make out with you. Shower. Make out some more.”
I dip my fingers beneath her robe, cupping her breasts. Her nipples pebble against my palms, silently begging for attention. I’m only too happy to provide it.
“What about you?” she asks, straight-faced like I’m not teasing her with my thumb.
But I am, and she presses herself into my touch.
“Your schedule sounds perfect.” And very much in line with how I’d like to spend the weekend.
“Doesn’t it?” She grins, her eyes lighting up like a baby who’s just had her first bite of cake
I hate to do anything to dim that sparkle, but I give her the bad news because honesty is the best policy.
“I am waiting for a call, though. I’ll keep it short, and then I’m free until Tuesday.”
She doesn’t even blink at the possible intrusion. Just how often did her parents put her second, third, or worse on their priority list?
“I get you for three whole days?”
“Plus the rest of today.”
She makes a low purring sound and quickly turns. My hands fall away as she pushes everything down the table, making a clear space.
“That’s the best news I’ve ever heard,” she murmurs as she turns back to me, fisting my shirt.
Damn. She’s a dream come true. My fantasy come to life.
I’ve never met a woman who enjoys sex the way she does. Who wants me for me. Not connections. Not my bank account.
She tugs me forward, not a hint of hesitancy in her. That’s so sexy. I lose myself in her kiss, touching her all over. Her lips part with a sigh, and I take advantage, sweeping my tongue into the warmth of her mouth. She sucks on the tip, and my cock presses against my slacks, insistent.
Need boils in my veins, and I push her back onto the table, coming down on top of her. Her thighs spread, welcoming me, and her heels lock behind my back. Like getting the fucking keys to the kingdom. She’s all mine. So very much mine.
I can’t give her up. Can’t back down.
Need to taste her and tease her and make her scream my name as she comes on my cock.
Damn, I am so very gone for this woman, and it’s only getting worse. My need to possess her and be possessed by her...
She squirms beneath me, hands sliding down my sides. I feel her fingers at the button of my slacks. I want her touch more than I want my next breath. To feel those cool fingers, her soft skin against my hard, raging hot erection.
Damn.
My office should be calling any minute, and I can’t find a single care.
“Alex—”
“Yes, Beauty?”
She moans, tipping her head back. Her neck calls to my lips, begging for my brand, and the horny teenager in me wants to mark her. To suck a bruise on her pretty pale skin for all the world to see.
And yes, a perverse part of me wants Gabe and King to see it, too.
Why am I so obsessed with leaving my mark on her?
I’ve never felt the slightest urge with anyone else.
She gives a sultry little hum and it’s all the permission I need.
Her sigh, as I latch onto her throat, is magic.
I slid a hand down her front, cupping a breast, pausing long enough to tease the nipple. It strains against my fingertips, begging for sweet pain and a bite of pleasure. But I don’t stop. Can’t stop.
My cock begs for release. For her wet heat.
I suckle harder, and she moans, fingernails digging gently into me.
Her silky skin guides the way to her pussy. It’s so needy and I can’t help but want to tease it, tempt it, please it. I want to spoil her with so many orgasms she never leaves my side.
Which is a startling thought when, just a week ago, I was sure I could claim her and not hand over my heart in the process.
What an idiot I was. She’s absolutely bewitching, body and soul.
“So slick.”
“That’s all your fault,” she purrs, eyes twinkling with mirth.
How have I existed without her in my life?
There’s the answer, isn’t it? I’ve been existing. Not living. That stops now.
“I’ll gladly take the blame.”
She rocks her hips against my fingers, coating them in her wetness. I tease her clit, and her thighs spread, making more room for me. I hope this table holds because there’s no stopping. Not until we’ve both tipped over the edge to euphoria.
Every circle of my thumb over her clit makes her tight cunt clench more. She leans back on her elbows, watching me with hooded eyes. My pulse pounds through my veins, wanting to make her come but needing to be inside her.
Such a quandary.
Her head drops back, all that gorgeous hair falling in a silky wave. Later, I intend to wrap it in my fist and relive that amazing blow job she gifted me in her kitchen. Her enthusiasm slays me.
“So close.”
“Good. Come for me, Beauty.”
“Please don’t stop.”
Her skin tightens as her orgasm grips her. She tries to thrust against my fingers, but with her thighs spread and feet dangling, she has no leverage.
“I’ve got you,” I promise, keeping steady pressure on her nub.
“Ale—” My name dies on her lips as the orgasm detonates. Her pussy grips my fingers, flooding them with another wave of wetness.
She collapses against the table, robe gaping open, hands cupping her breasts. A light flush covers her skin, making her look rosy and vibrant. Her lips part as she sucks in a breath. She’s more kissable than ever.
“Damn, Beauty. I want to take a picture of you just like this, spread out on my table, looking so fucking edible.”