Moonlighter

Eric

I’m not really prepared for the sight of Alex in a see-through bra and panties. It’s barely fair that a woman could be smarter than ninety-nine percent of the population, richer than God, and also look so ravishing.

“You’re staring,” she complains.

“Of course I am. Because you’re mouth-watering.” I toss my jacket at a chair. “Lie down on the bed.”

She lifts one foot, reaching for the strap that secures her high-heeled shoe.

“No,” I say sharply. “Leave that on.”

“Why?”

“Because.”

“Because—?”

She only gets the one word out before I unzip my fly, reach inside, and pull my erection out. “Because I like that view,” I say roughly.

“Oh.” Her cheeks redden, and her gaze is latched to my cock. “It appears that you do.”

“You think?” I give myself a slow stroke, just because she’s watching.

She swallows roughly.

“You’re still standing there,” I point out.

“Take off your shirt.”

“That is not how this works.” I cross my hands in front of my chest and wait.

She swallows roughly. And then she finally backs up a step, sits on the edge of the bed, and scoots onto the white duvet.

Finally. As a reward, I begin to unbutton my shirt. “I like the lace,” I tell her.

“You can have it,” she says. “This bra is too small. I can’t wait to get it off.”

“It’s boobaliscious,” I agree.

She laughs immediately. “What are you, still thirteen?”

“Only for jokes.” I throw my shirt aside, and I don’t miss Alex’s hot gaze on my chest. It only takes me a couple more moments to divest myself of the rest of my clothes. I kneel on the bed, naked, a moment later. “Remember when I said you look exactly the same as when we met twenty-one years ago?”

She gives me a small, distracted nod.

“Well, I lied.” She’s magnificent, and definitely all woman now. I drop my lips to lick her nipple through the transparent lace of her bra.

“Yessss,” she sighs, her hands already threading into my hair.

I’m in heaven, tonguing the valley of her breasts, licking and teasing her nipples through the lace. She’s already squeezing her legs together in anticipation. But I take my time. If I’m lucky, we’ll have three or four nights together before we go back to our separate lives.

Four nights used to sound like forever to me. Maybe I’m getting old, but I already know they’ll fly by in a blink.

After I torture her heavy breasts for a while, I nose my way down her smooth stomach. One at a time, I lift her legs onto my shoulders. The heels of her shoes lie against my back, and I think I like it. Leaning in, I part her legs and use the flat of my tongue to moisten the lace of her panties.

“Oh please, oh please,” she pants.

Chuckling, I ease my thumb over the dampened fabric. “Not yet, bossy. I’m just warming up.”

“Warm up faster,” she breathes.

So naturally I do the opposite—torturing her with slow licks and nibbles on her silky thighs. I take my time, leaving that scrap of lace firmly in place until she’s digging those heels into my back and cursing my name.

I’m hard as nails and torturing both of us now. So I ease the panties out of my way and kiss her pussy. Finally. She tastes like heaven, and the sounds she makes are music to my ears.

And, fine, my ego. She’s loving everything I do. “More,” she pants. “Please.”

“Please, what?”

“Please, oh great one? Sir? Whatever the hell you want to be called.” She locks her thighs around my head. “Just hurry up and fuck me.”

And I’m dead. I have never laughed with my face between someone’s legs before. But there’s a first for everything.

She doesn’t even care. She just lifts her hips and takes advantage of the friction.

“You are a good time, Alex,” I say, easing her beautiful legs off my body and straightening up. “I need to find a condom.”

“Oh, wait!” She raises herself up on both elbows. Her face is flushed and her hair is mussed. “Condoms are full of chemicals. I can’t do that.”

“Wait, what?”

She shakes her head. “Spermicide. I don’t know what’s in that stuff.”

“Well…” I don’t, either, of course. “We don’t have to have sex.”

She sits up quickly. “Oh, yes, we do. I mean—if you know you’re healthy. Nate is always bragging about the healthcare he gives your team. And I can’t get any more pregnant than I already am.”

I sit my naked ass down on the bed and try to think. “I’m very careful, and I’ve been tested very recently.” She’s right about the healthcare. Our team doctor cheerfully calls us in for frequent testing. He has all the single guys on a rotation.

It’s just that I never do this. I never go bare. That’s far more intimacy than I’m used to.

“Eric,” she whispers. “I probably won’t have sex again for five years. Don’t make me wait.”

“Five years?” My head swings toward her in disbelief.

“I’m exaggerating, maybe. But single moms don’t see a lot of action.” She shakes her head. “Never mind. That’s not even relevant. I just really want to.”

As do I. But… “Five years?” I repeat. “No pressure, though.”

She laughs. And then she reaches around behind her body and unhooks that lace bra. She tosses it aside, and now all I can see are heavy breasts begging to be stroked and kissed. She puts her palms underneath them, cupping herself, offering them to me. “No pressure,” she echoes.

Holy hell. I suddenly like Hawaii a whole lot better than I did a few hours ago.

With a groan, I climb farther onto the bed, laying her out as I go. We’re skin to skin, and my arms are full of a curvy goddess. My mouth sinks onto hers, and our kiss is deep and serious. She tastes like desire, and she smells like heaven.

I lose myself in her mouth for a few glorious minutes. We kiss and clutch and tease. When I can’t wait any longer, I work a hand between our bodies and grip myself. She lifts her hips to brace for me.

Then there’s nothing left to keep me from heaven except my nagging conscience. Logically, I know this is okay. She wants this. I want this. Owing to excellent health care and my recent dry spell, there is no reason at all why I can’t do this.

Still. Crossing this line isn’t easy. I’ve followed the same rules my whole adult life. Wrap it up. Keep your distance. Don’t take advantage, and don’t get attached.

Alex’s trust in me isn’t misplaced. But that doesn’t mean it’s easy to accept.

Slowly, I drag my cock head along her sweet, slick pussy. There’s nothing like it, and I feel like a hedonist. Alex’s eyes squeeze shut with pleasure. But when she opens them again, they beg me for more.

And I can’t help myself for one more minute. I lift her knee and thrust my hips forward, entering her in one sweet slide. We moan in stereo, gazes locked, faces flushed, hearts beating in sync. Exhaling slowly, I ease back to repeat the motion.

It’s heaven. So hot. So wet. So unlike any other time. I’m speechless as I find a rhythm, slow at first, and then faster.

Soon I’m flying. Her nails dig into my back a little more deeply with every thrust. Each movement brings her another sob or moan of pleasure.

“Alex,” I murmur. I have no other coherent words. But none are needed. We’re communicating on a primal level now. I’ve had a lot of sex, but I’ve never felt so joined to anyone.

Maybe the whole fake boyfriend role is screwing with my head. Because sex with Alex suddenly feels…inevitable. Like I’m meant to be here and nowhere else.

Closing my eyes, I brace my arms on the mattress.

Composure is part of my personality. I pride myself on my self-control.

But even I have my limits. I’m drowning in pleasure.

And when I drop down to kiss her again, it’s almost too much.

There is no part of me untouched by her warmth and softness.

Her tongue is in my mouth. Her scent is in my lungs.

It’s perfect. Too perfect. “Alex,” I growl against her lips. “Come, honey.”

She only whimpers in response, her arms tightening around me.

I capture one silky knee in my hand, and slow my pace, grinding down for her. “Come on, baby. You know you want to.” I grit my teeth as she moans in my mouth.

And then I feel it. A clench and a shudder. A gasp and a moan.

“Fuck yes,” I grunt. She makes the most beautiful, high-pitched keen of pleasure. And I’m just done. I thrust forward once more in slow motion and let myself go. It’s pure pleasure and aching relief. My groan is low and long as I empty my soul into her beautiful body.

“Oh my god,” Alex breathes when we’re finally both still.

My thoughts exactly. If I had thoughts.

We’re still tangled up together, her knees clenched around my sides. Those high heels are gone, though, flung off at some point during the frenzy.

“You okay?” I pant, knowing that I should roll over. But I’m too spent to move yet. I feel a little stunned.

She takes a deep breath and lets it out. “I’m…wow.”

I guess that’s not a complaint. With a final groan, I roll off of her and then collapse onto the bed beside her.

But it feels wrong to be separated from her just yet, so I gather her into my arms. Her face rests against my shoulder, and I can feel the wild rhythm of her heartbeat against mine as I close my eyes.

“Obviously, I’ve been spending time with the wrong men,” she babbles. “That was educational.”

“Educational,” I murmur. I guess it was. Although my brain has melted, and I’m not tracking the conversation very well. I honestly never expected this to happen. I didn’t even want to come to Hawaii.

But it’s been a long time since I’ve felt such a powerful attraction to anyone. I am shook.

“Now the awkwardness sets in,” Alex murmurs. “Right?”

I run a hand down the smooth skin of her rib cage.

“I think it can wait until at least tomorrow.” Sex never makes me feel awkward.

Life is too short, and I’m too full of dopamine or whatever natural drug it is that makes me feel like I’ve won the national championship of sex.

There isn’t even a condom to throw away. I’m living my best life right now.

We lie together for a long time, and it’s nice. My occasional hookups are never this cozy. Alex is stroking the arch of my foot with her own foot. My nose is buried in her hair.

It’s…sweet. Or something. And I don’t have to wonder how soon I can leave. I only have to wonder how soon we can do it again.

Because we are definitely doing that again.

Eventually she stirs and rolls over, and I sit up reluctantly. “Do you want anything from the fridge?”

She smiles at me. “A sip of your beer. I stocked it for you.”

“That was nice.” I can’t resist running a hand through her hair.

“Someone should be able to drink beer. And I can have a sip.”

“Just a sip? Want me to pour you a little bit?”

She shakes her head. “I’m willing to make all kinds of bad decisions for me. But none for the baby. I’ll take a can of seltzer water.”

“Sure thing.” I swing my legs off the side of the bed, then walk naked toward the bedroom door.

“Eric!” Alex’s voice is full of alarm.

“Yes?” I pause at the doorway.

She tugs the sheet up to cover her boobs. “Put on some shorts.”

“Why?” I look down. My body rocks. It’s just the truth. “Why would I cover up all this awesomeness?”

She looks pained. “Because of the pillow cam.”

“Oh, fuck.”

“Right. We already did. And when you carried me through the living room while I mauled you, that was the fairly obvious outcome.”

“Huh.” I pause in the doorway. “Maybe I shouldn’t appear on camera for another half an hour, just to impress the security team with my stamina.”

“Eric!” Alex grabs one of the bed pillows and hurls it at me.

I catch it, laughing. “Relax, okay? Nobody noticed. There’s just some agent in a room full of monitors somewhere. They probably only check the video if there’s an issue.”

“Just put on some shorts.”

“Women are usually trying to get me to take off my clothes. Do you really want to be the one exception?”

“It’s not like I don’t appreciate the view.” Unless I’m crazy, her cheeks turn pink.

God, that blush. Unbelievably, I feel my blood stir again. And the urge to kiss her is strong.

I don’t, though. I duck into the bathroom for a very fast shower and then find some boxers to wear. Once I’m suitably covered, I go into the living room, turn that fucking pillow around, arm the door alarm, and then pour two drinks.

By the time I’m back, Alex is sitting up in bed, wearing a nightgown and flipping through channels on the TV.

As she settles on a cooking show, I climb into bed beside her and hand her a glass of seltzer.

“Thank you,” she says sweetly.

“You’re very welcome.” The domesticity of this moment feels entirely unfamiliar to me. I offer my glass to Alex. “You wanted a sip?”

She takes it in hand and inhales the yeasty scent of my ale. “I miss grownup drinks. I really do.” She takes the world’s daintiest sip and hands it back to me.

“How many more months?”

“My due date is in January. But if I breastfeed, I won’t really drink, then, either.”

“Oh.” I know nothing about babies or childbirth. “Is it too soon to name this baby? I’d like to put in an early vote for Eric.”

“You are such an egomaniac.” She gives me a little poke on my bare belly.

“It’s a good name! We can’t all be named Alexandra.”

“Sure we can. There’s always Alexander if it’s a boy.”

“You know…” I take a sip of beer. “I’m not at all surprised that you’re named after a great conquerer.”

“Why? Should I take that as a compliment?”

“Maybe. You’ve been bossing me around since the day I met you.”

I get another poke. “What does Eric mean? Is it…German?”

“Norse.”

“Does it mean ‘man with great big hockey stick?’”

I snort with laughter. “Yeah, baby.”

“What does Eric really mean?”

“It means alone. The first syllable, anyway. But together it’s supposed to mean sole ruler. Or autocrat.”

“Of course it does. Now who’s bossy?”

“Are you going to let me check the baseball game?”

She holds on tightly to the remote. “Maybe. Does check imply an hour of baseball watching?”

“Depends on if it’s a close game.”

“Then, no. There’s always your phone.”

Yeah, there’s the bossy personality I remember so well. I never once controlled the TV channel on the Vineyard, either. “You know, you’re the reason I watched Dirty Dancing about thirty times.”

“I’ll make it thirty-one if you keep complaining.”

I get up again and locate my phone. When I pick it up, the edges are glowing yellow, which indicates that someone has sent me an urgent text.

It’s from my brother. All it says is I told you not to fuck her.

“Uh oh.”

“Problem?” Alex asks.

“No,” I lie. “This was just, uh, a team message.” I’m not about to embarrass Alex.

My reply to my brother is short, too. Should have sent a different guy to Hawaii, then.

There are a hundred other things I could add. We’re adults, and it’s none of your business, is at the top of my list.

Beside me Alex flips the channels, her hair tousled, her cheeks pink.

Everyone in this bed is having a great night. Max can go fuck himself.