Chapter 55
ALEX
It’s getting late when I enter the apartment. Lunch became something more. A thousand questions and answers. What happened with Aubrey? I shouldn’t let one bad relationship sway me for the rest of my life. We’re not designed to be alone. Successful men need support systems, and so it went on.
“Hi,” the voice I’ve been waiting to hear says.
I look up to find her leaning against the wall. She came.
“Hi,” I say. “I’m sorry I’m so late.”
She moves towards me, placing a finger over my lips.
“Don’t apologise.”
I draw it into my mouth and nip it gently. Her lips part, a slow smile building as our eyes lock.
She steps closer, my body filling with warmth.
I wrap my arms around her, every part of me aching to touch more of her.
“I’ve missed you,” she whispers, her hand moving, sliding around the back of my neck.
“Me too,” I say, dropping my forehead to hers. “What now?” I ask.
“Now? I want you to kiss me.”
I moan, pulling her flush against me, plundering her mouth as if I’m starved of oxygen.
Her touch, her taste. I crave all of her.
She returns my kiss with a desperation of her own, her hands sliding under my shirt and her nails digging into my skin, making my muscles contract and quiver.
“God, Brooke, I’ve missed you,” I admit, knowing it’s the truth.
“Not half as much as I’ve missed you,” she says as I suck her bottom lip into my mouth, eliciting another groan.
I slide my hands under her sweater, running them up her sides, taking the material with me until her arms are raised above her head, then I slip it up and off, throwing it to one side.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I say. Her chest is heaving from our kisses.
She grips my shirt, pulling me back towards her, her mouth finding mine, deepening our kiss once more, her fingers working the buttons free before sliding it off my shoulders and down to my wrists.
She pulls back and grins, my hands trapped inside my cuffs.
“A game for later, maybe,” I say, enjoying the twinkle in her eye as she stares at me. “First, I have three weeks to make up for.”
I pull my hands free and throw my shirt on top of her sweater, placing her hands against my now bare chest. The contact sends shards of awareness sparking through my system and straight to my cock.
“What are you doing to me?”
I groan as she leans forward and takes one of my nipples into her mouth. She nips and licks it the way I did hers before I left.
I cradle her head before reclaiming her mouth.
I manoeuvre us back towards one of the large couches, following her down onto the cushions, cradled between her thighs.
I draw back and look into her lust-filled eyes, knowing mine must reflect the same hunger. She undoes the button of my suit pants before sliding her hands around my hips and squeezing my arse. I rock against her core, my cock pulsing, making us both moan.
Unclasping her bra, I draw a pebbled nipple into my mouth, sucking and licking. Her hands sink into my hair, her back arching against me.
My other hand kneads her breast and rolls the second pebbled nipple between my fingers.
Brooke presses up against me, her muscles flexing, her fingers sinking into my hair, massaging my scalp.
Moving down her body, I plant kisses along her rib cage and across her navel, spreading her legs wider, positioning my shoulders between her thighs.
I look up, her eyes meeting mine.
She bites her lip, her eyes glazed.
My gaze drops to her glistening pussy. Her lips are slick, begging to be soothed.
I moan, inhaling her scent, before closing my eyes and dropping my mouth to her core, savouring.
I lick from entrance to clit before locking onto the tiny bud of nerves that is firm beneath my tongue.
I suckle gently while my finger finds her entrance and teases her in the way I’ve come to know she likes.
I dip in slightly, before withdrawing and spreading her arousal over her.
“Alessandro,” she hisses, writhing beneath my mouth.
I double down, allowing my mouth free rein, my finger sliding deep inside her, curling against her front wall, finding that magic spot.
“Oh. Fuck… Alessandro…” she yells, as she shatters, her body clenching around my finger.
I continue to suckle until she finally drops back against the cushions.
I slide up her body.
My mouth finds hers. Brooke moans, her tongue sliding into my mouth, her hands locking behind my head, pulling me closer, deepening the kiss.
“Hmm, that was…” she groans against my mouth.
“Lost for words, Ms Feldmann?”
She tenses slightly.
“I need you,” she says, pressing her lips back to mine, wrapping her thighs around my hips and pulling me closer.
It’s my turn to groan.
“These past few weeks have been torture,” I hear myself admit, surprising myself.
Grabbing a condom from my pocket, I kick off my suit trousers.
I roll it on and return to her, positioning myself between her thighs.
“I ache,” she admits. “Please, Alex.”
“You never have to beg.”
I take her hand, wrapping it around my cock. She moves me to her entrance, her eyes meeting mine. I push in slowly, our breath hitching as I slide deeper into her.
She moans as I sink into her welcoming depths, gripping her arse, and lifting her onto me. Her cry of pleasure hardens my cock further.
“That’s it,” I say, pressing forward. She spreads her legs wider, and I take my time, easing backwards and forwards, allowing her body to grow accustomed once more to my invasion.
When I’m finally fully seated, my balls resting against her arse, I pause, taking a breath.
Her fingers play with the hair at my nape, her thighs cradling my hips.
“God, you feel so good,” she says. “I thought I’d imagined it.”
She bites her lip as she shifts her hips slightly, groaning.
“How does it feel?” I ask.
I want. No, I need to know.
She opens her eyes and stares at me, her pupils dilated.
“I feel full, stretched… wonderful.”
Her muscles contract around me, making my cock twitch.
“You feel amazing, so tight, warm. Even through the condom, I can feel you.”
She moans at my words.
“I want you to move, to slide in and out of me, I want to feel you come deep inside me. I…”
I slam my mouth down on hers, my hands gripping her backside, lifting her before I pull back and drive into her, pausing.
“Yes, just like that,” she breathes against my mouth, her nails digging into my shoulders.
I begin slowly, until her hips are moving frantically beneath me. I flip us so she’s on top, allowing her control. Her thigh muscles quiver as she rides me up and down, and I watch my glistening cock slide in and out of her tight pussy.
“Oh god, I’m so close,” she says, her head going back.
I lift my hands and cover her breasts, tweaking her nipples. She moans, her eyes meeting mine.
I sit, wrapping one arm around her back, dragging her against me, while my mouth latches onto her nipple.
She rocks forward.
I slide a hand between us, finding her clit and strumming it with my thumb.
“Oh… Ah… Ah, Alessandro…” she yells, her muscles contracting hard around me, her body shaking at the force of her release.
I pull her closer and continue to thrust into her pulsing muscles, loving the feel of them squeezing me.
My balls tighten as I thrust up into her.
“Yes,” I yell as my body convulses and my muscles twitch, my cock jerking as my release fills the condom.
She clutches my head against her breast as I ride the wave.
When it finally ends, I lie back, pulling her with me, cradling her against my chest. We lie panting as our sweat-coated bodies come back down to earth.
She turns her head, resting it against my shoulder, her lips kissing my neck.
“That was…” she says sleepily. “Hmmm.”
Her satisfied sound twists something in my chest.
“It was,” I say, running a hand over her hair and wondering what the hell is happening, and how this woman has managed to worm her way into my life.
She snuggles down as I reach behind her, pulling a throw over us both.
My cock begins to soften.
“Shit,” I say, shifting her slightly and withdrawing from her body, grabbing the end of the condom and tying a knot in it before it slips off. I drop it onto the floor before pulling her back into my arms. It’s then I realise she’s already fallen asleep.
I gaze down at the woman sleeping in my arms. This woman has appeared in my life, may or may not be my mother’s spy and has somehow managed to befriend my little sister, which is not an easy feat.
She has most of the office in love with her, not romantically, but certainly in awe of her.
And now she has me. I’m behaving like some lovesick teenager, not a nearly forty-year-old divorcé who runs one of the world’s leading fashion houses.
I pull her close, loving the way she tightens her hold, even in her sleep. I close my eyes. There’ll be plenty of time to talk later.