Chapter 52
ALEX
Istare down at the woman sleeping in my arms.
I should be berating myself, but for some reason I can’t. Brooke is beautiful, but in my profession, beauty is hardly unfamiliar. Aubrey was beautiful, and Loretta was a supermodel, but with Brooke, it’s about more than her appearance. It’s what’s inside that draws me to her.
She turns her head into my neck.
“Hmm, I thought you were a dream,” she says, kissing the skin beneath my ear, her hand trailing over my chest.
“Not a dream,” I say, pulling her hard against me, her thigh sliding over mine and brushing close to my straining cock.
Her hand slides down my chest before encircling me. Dropping my head back, I groan as she suckles my neck and teases the crown of my cock with her thumb, spreading my pre-cum.
Turning my head, I capture her mouth with mine.
“Minx,” I breathe against her lips which tilt up into a smile.
“Good morning,” she says, her eyes opening as her gaze meets mine.
“Good morning,” I say. “How are you feeling?”
She grins. “Surprisingly well rested, but then I’ve heard that about orgasms.”
“Have you now?” I say, rolling us so she’s beneath me.
“I have. It’s in all the magazines. Orgasms flood your brain with a delicious cocktail of hormones. The perfect sleep tonic.”
“I’m glad I could be of service,” I say, lowering my mouth to hers.
She moans as our tongues touch, her hips rising and pressing against me. I run my fingers down her front, cupping one breast, teasing her nipple until the sound deepens against my mouth. I continue to travel south, pausing as I reach her mound.
“Please, Alessandro,” she begs.
My name on her lips is all I need.
I slide my hand between her legs, savouring the warm, swollen flesh. She rolls her hips and spreads her legs, my fingers trailing through the evidence of her desire.
“Is this what you want?” I ask, finding her entrance and sliding a finger deep into her core.
Her head drops back. “Yes,” she says as I curl my finger against the magic spot on her front wall, watching her eyes widen. “Oh… Alex…”
“That’s it, relax, beautiful. Let go, I’ve got you,” I say, my eyes never leaving hers.
I use my thumb against her clit, sliding a second finger into her, careful not to hurt her after last night.
“Shit,” she says, her eyes widening, her breathing becoming faster and shallower.
Our gazes lock as her muscles tighten and her body begins to contract around me, her fingers digging into my shoulders.
“That’s it,” I say, moving and curling my fingers, drawing out her orgasm.
When she finally comes down, she pulls my lips to hers in a frantic kiss.
“I want you,” she says, throwing her leg over me and straddling my waist, her desire warm against my stomach.
I lean over and grab a condom, quickly sheathing myself. My fingers find her entrance.
“How are you feeling?” I ask.
“Delicious,” she says, biting her bottom lip.
I flick her clit a couple of times with my thumb until she’s moaning, her hips moving against me.
She lifts up, placing me at her entrance.
“You’re in control,” I say, earning myself a wicked grin.
She presses down, her mouth dropping open as she impales herself on me.
“Oh… wow… I…” Her words come out in a jumbled state. She slides down, taking me deeper.
I grit my teeth, counting in my head. Her tight little body is a vice around my sensitive dick, and I don’t want to embarrass myself.
She rocks and rolls her hips with me deep inside her body.
“That feels amazing,” she says, her hands coming up and squeezing her breasts as she moves above me.
I grip her hips, helping her balance, although her muscles are hard as rock beneath my hands.
She leans forward, planting her hands on the bed either side of my head as she presses her lips to mine. Her tongue moves against mine, as she slowly slides up and down my cock, slowly, teasing and tormenting. A pressure builds deep in my balls.
She continues to move and roll, groaning every time my cock hits her front wall.
“That’s it, ride me, ride me slowly,” I say, loving the sight of her above me.
She pushes herself upright, taking me as deep as possible. She tilts and rocks, her hands returning to her breasts. A flush spreads up her chest and across her cheeks, stealing my breath and control.
I find her clit with my thumb, drawing circles. Her breathing turns ragged as her eyes fly open and she shatters above me, her muscles pulsing, her desire coating the condom.
“That’s it, beautiful, let go.”
She begins to ride me hard, her muscles still contracting until I, too, join her over the precipice. My muscles tense as my cock jerks, filling the condom. She collapses on top of me, dropping her lips to my neck.
“Now that’s what I call a wake-up call,” she says, her breath tickling my skin.
I chuckle, sliding my arms around her. My cock begins to soften, and I reluctantly withdraw from her warmth.
She lets out a grunt of complaint, nuzzling my jawline before moving to my mouth.
I sink my hand into her hair and pull her closer, devouring her mouth.
Her stomach grumbles, followed closely by my own.
“Come on, all this exercise, I need to feed you,” I say.
She drops sideways and lies facing the ceiling before turning her head and grinning at me.
“My legs are like jelly,” she says.
“Good, that means I did my job as a lover.”
“Really?” She quirks an eyebrow.
I scoop her into my arms, making her squeal, her laughter warming something deep in my chest.
“Shower, then food,” I say, carrying her into the bathroom before setting her down on the marble surface and turning on the shower.
“Then files?” she says.
“We don’t have to… I’m sure we can find other things to do with our day.”
She opens her mouth. “Who are you and what have you done with Alessandro Bianchi?”
I growl. “You know what it does to me when you use my full name,” I say.
“Oh, I really do,” she says, wrapping her legs around my waist as I move us into the shower.
* * *
We work together to make breakfast before Brooke convinces me we need to finish the files.
I sit at my desk, hitting print on the final pages.
The printer whirls to life. Brooke looks over her shoulder, her eyes darkening, as she catches me watching her. She gets up and walks towards me, her bottom lip between her teeth.
“Is there something I can assist you with, Ms Feldmann?” I ask, sitting back in my chair, loving this carefree woman in front of me.
She rests her arse against the desk.
“I just need to stretch. Being on all fours…”
I moan, too aware of what she looks like on all fours, opening and closing the files, her pert arse in the air. I have spent the past few hours imagining what it would be like to pull down her leggings and slide my cock into her tempting pussy.
She leans back, bracing her hands on the desk behind her and pressing her breasts against her T-shirt.
“Are you trying to tempt me?”
“Am I succeeding?”
Her eyes drop to where my cock is now straining against my zipper.
She moistens her lips.
I move, pulling her into my lap. She comes with a laugh and a squeal as my mouth finds hers.
“I want to take you on my desk,” I whisper against her mouth.
“Yes, please,” she says, her arm snaking around my neck, pulling me firmly against her, leaving me in no doubt she wants the same thing.
I rise, lifting her with me before pressing her back until she’s lying across my antique desk.
I pull down her leggings and panties in one movement and throw them aside. Dropping to my knees, I blow over her sensitive flesh.
She groans and reaches for me. I capture her hands.
“Oh no, I need to make sure you’re ready for me. All of me,” I say.
“I am,” she whispers. “I ache.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.”
I place my mouth against her swollen pussy, teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves with the tip of my tongue, before thrusting it inside her. Her back arches, and she cries out.
“Alessandro,” she cries.
I move her legs over my shoulders and continue to feast, loving her taste and the way she responds to my touch.
“Please,” she screams when I insert two digits into her pulsing channel. “I’m so close.”
I gently withdraw my fingers, wanting to feel her orgasm around my cock.
I drop a kiss on her stomach, then pull her upright and meet her lips with mine.
“I can taste myself on you,” she says, surprised. “It’s…”
“Delicious,” I say, deepening our kiss.
She sinks into me.
I spin her around and place a hand on her back. She rests her hands on the desk before looking over her shoulder at me and grinning.
I incline my head.
She nods.
I pull a condom from my pocket, unzip and free myself, swiftly sheathing my cock.
“Are you ready for me?” I ask.
“More than ready,” she says, pressing her arse back against me.
I grip her hips and line myself up, pressing forward into her welcoming depths. Her muscles contract around me as I take my time, savouring the feel and every centimetre.
We both moan when I bottom out.
“Oh my God, that feels so deep,” she says breathlessly.
I lean forward and press a kiss against her neck.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes,” she says, twisting her hips and beginning the dance between us.
I pull back slowly, torturing us both, before pressing home again, I keep the rhythm measured at first, until she’s pushing back against me, and the sound of our bodies meeting echoes around my home office. Her muscles contract, making me close my eyes.
I slide a hand around her front, finding the tight bud of nerves and flicking and circling it with my fingers, coating it in her arousal.
“Alessandro, I’m going to come,” she says desperately, her breath now coming in pants.
“Let go, beautiful,” I say, watching as her muscles lock beneath me and her pussy clasps me in a vice-like grip.
“Fuck!” I yell, picking up my pace, riding her through her orgasm, straight into my own.
My balls tighten, and I freeze, cum shooting from my body with more force than I’ve ever experienced.
“I’m never going to look at this space the same way again,” I groan, withdrawing and disposing of the condom, before sitting down and pulling her into my lap.
“It could be worse. It could be your office desk at St Clair.”
I run a hand down my face. “Now you’ve put thoughts in my head,” I say, making her tut.
“Not me, you just have a dirty mind.” She grins.
The picture myself bending her over my desk and sliding between her silky folds while the rest of the office goes about its daily business.
Heaven help me, I’m done for.
“And who’s to blame?”
“Definitely me, sorry, not sorry,” she says, sucking on my bottom lip, my cock springing back to life.
It’s like I’ve become insatiable.
We pull on our clothes. “Come on, we’re on the last twenty, then we’re done,” she says, and I’m beginning to wonder if she’s more of a taskmaster than I am.
“I’ll be sending the French and Italian packs back to the printers to get them amended,” I tell her, wrapping my arms around her waist as we stare down at the files that have been both a blessing and a curse.
Without them, we may not have taken this step, but I, and every part of my aching body, am over them.
“Fine by me,” she says, turning and patting my chest, her hand resting above my heart. “I’ll get them couriered as soon as the updated versions arrive back from the printers.”
This is the crux. I’m leaving tomorrow and will be gone for three weeks. First to London, then on to Milan, and finally Paris. In London, I’ll be staying with Enzo, in Milan and Paris, I’ll stay at the hotels Brooke has arranged.
We haven’t mentioned what that separation means for us. I need to be prepared for the fact that when I return, she’ll have seen sense and decided that starting something is not a good idea.
“I can hear your brain whirling,” she says.
“Can you now?”
“I can,” she says before stepping back and turning to fully face me. “You’re wondering what’s going to happen after?”
Her perceptiveness always surprises me.
I lean my arse against the desk, making us the same height.
“Time apart will give you room to think, see what you want,” I say.
“What about you?”
“The past eighteen hours have been amazing,” I say, meaning every word.
“I’m sensing a but,” she says, her arms crossing over her chest.
“I want you to be sure this is what you want. I know you want to ignore the age gap, our positions, and I believe you when you say they mean nothing to you. That’s my but.”
She nods. “I get that, and I appreciate it, but Alex, I’m not going to change my mind. You’re the first man who’s made me want a relationship. This isn’t a flash in the pan, and I’m not saying it to put pressure on you. Relationships are complicated.”
I raise an eyebrow.
She shrugs. “Older siblings and their relationship dramas. Relationships take work, but I’ve also seen that if you have a real connection with someone, you don’t want to ignore it.
You want to see where it goes. Age is merely a number.
And as for jobs, if it becomes an issue, I can either move department or leave St Clair and look for alternative work. ”
I pull her against me. “You’ve made your point. There’ll be no more talk of leaving,” I say, dropping a kiss on her nose.
“I will if you stop trying to second-guess me. I’m a grown arse woman who knows her own mind.”
“Got it, grown arse woman,” I say.
“Don’t you forget it,” she says, stepping back. “Let’s get these finished, and then I’m sure we can find something much more interesting and pleasurable to do with our time.”
“I’ve created a monster,” I say.