Chapter 31
Chapter
Thirty-One
Alejandro
Istare out the window at the LA skyline, all too distracted by thoughts of last night.
Of my sexy wife and the feel of her lips wrapped around my cock.
She told me she didn’t want my love, and it threw me.
It should have made me happy to hear that.
It should be a good thing that she’s only in this for the sex, because then we remain uncomplicated.
So why do I want her to want more?
The invitation for tonight’s event sits on my desk, previously buried under a mountain of mail. It’s not that I forgot about the event, but I’ve been distracted by other things lately—or one thing in particular. Alana Montoya.
I call her, and she picks up after the third ring, her voice soft and sweet when she speaks.
“Hola, princesa. There’s a business awards dinner at the hotel tonight, and I’m expected to open the proceedings. And people will be expecting my wife to be with me. So?” I drum my fingers on my desk, unexpectedly anxious about her response.
“Are you asking me out on a date, Mr. Montoya?” she purrs, and I can picture the smile on her face.
This is the first time I’ve needed her to perform these kinds of wifely duties, and I’m sure she’s relishing the fact that I need something from her—other than her body, of course, which I am admittedly addicted to.
“If that will make you say yes,” I growl.
“Okay. What shall I wear?”
There’s a knock at my office door. It will be Jax with a name for me regarding our little problem last night.
Someone tried to steal from one of our warehouses, and I asked him for a name this morning.
As much as I’d like to continue talking to my wife about what I want her to wear, I have to go. “It’s black tie. So something formal.”
“Umm, I don’t think I have anything formal.”
“So take the credit card and go shopping. I’ll pick you up at eight.”
“I guess poor Hugo is going to have to come dress shopping with me then. And of course I’ll need some new underwear. You don’t think he’ll mind, do you?”
I cover the mouthpiece and call out to Jax, telling him I’ll be a few minutes. He shouts back for me to take my time, and I redirect my attention to my wife. “Don’t try and make me jealous, princesa. You won’t like me when I’m angry.”
“I don’t like you when you’re not angry,” she retorts, quick as a flash.
“Is that so? You seemed to like me just fine last night when you were sucking my cock. And even more when I was eating your sweet cono.”
“You don’t have to like someone to have sex with them,” she says, repeating what I said to her on the night of our wedding.
“Cuidado!” I warn. “And if Hugo gets even a glimpse of your panties—the ones you’re currently wearing or the sexy ones you’re going to buy to let me fuck you in later—he’ll be looking for a new job in the morning, and you won’t be sitting down for a week.”
I end the call and tell Jax to come in, needing a distraction from Alana and my twitching cock.
My car pulls up outside the house a little before eight, and a few moments later, Alana walks out the door.
My cock jerks to attention at the sight of her in a beautiful black strapless evening gown.
I’ve never been jealous of a dress before tonight, but I would give anything to be wrapped around her body the way that material is, clinging to every single one of her curves.
Her breasts are so full and round that they spill out of the top the perfect amount. I imagine one sharp tug on the fabric would make them spring free.
She struts to the car in her heels, and Jacob opens the door for her.
“Good evening, Mr. Montoya,” she purrs.
I grab her hand and pull her onto my lap.
She squeals and giggles. “What are you doing?”
I nuzzle her neck. “Touching what’s mine, princesa. Fuck! I wish I’d brought the limo,” I groan, cursing the fact that I chose the Bentley tonight.
“Why?” she asks, all wide-eyed and innocent. Jesus, she is so fucking naive sometimes. It kills me.
I wrap my arms around her waist, pinning her to me. “Because then I could raise the privacy screen and fuck you in this dress”
“But then you might ruin this very expensive dress, sir,” she whispers seductively as Jacob climbs back into the car.
“I’m going to ruin it later anyway,” I growl in her ear. “Along with those new panties you bought.”
Her cheeks flush the cutest shade of pink. “You have a filthy mouth.”
“I know. But I have an even filthier mind, and you love it.” I brush her hair back from her face and pull her to me so I can kiss her. I part her lips with my tongue because I need to get some part of my body inside her, and even I’m not okay with fucking her in full view of my driver.
By the time we get to the hotel, I have a raging, painful hard-on.
I ask Jacob to take us to the service entrance so I won’t have to walk through the crowded lobby with my cock straining the seam of my pants.
A quick glance at my watch confirms my suspicion that I won’t have time to take her up to my suite for some quick relief.
The event is due to start in less than ten minutes.
I give her perfect ass a squeeze and guide her to the elevator. This evening is going to be torture because I will spend it counting down the seconds until I can get her alone.