Chapter 19
London
I can’t remember the last time I was this aroused.
My heart is pounding, my pulse is so loud I swear he must hear it.
It's these small, gentle touches of his large, warm, and strong hands exploring my body that completely undo me. He’s taking his time.
A lot of time. Alexander is a true connoisseur, savoring every tiny detail of this one-time thing.
It is just a one-time thing, right? Afterward we’ll go back to boss and assistant.
No office affair. Nothing. Right? I don’t want to sleep my way to the top, and I definitely don’t want to make him fall in love with me just so I can keep my job.
I simply want him. He’s hot. Damn hot. And I never thought he’d actually be interested in me.
But what if he is taking advantage? What if he thinks I’ll be at his disposal whenever he wants? I'm so confused and thinking is difficult. Or maybe that’s just his hands gripping my ass under my dress, pressing my body against his. And it’s been a while since I noticed how hard he is.
Is this really happening? God, he tastes so good—like pure sin wrapped in a perfectly tailored shirt and well fitted pants. I love his smell. I think I need to buy his cologne and spray it on my pillow so I can sleep better at night. Whoever I marry one day will have to wear this. No question.
And he can kiss… oh, he kisses like a god. I don't think my lips have ever experienced such beautiful flattery. I'm completely blown away.
Alexander pushes the bottom part of my dress up over my thighs, sliding his hands over my sides, back, and stomach.
He loosens my belt and sets it aside, then he’s able to slip the dress up and off over my body.
I break our kiss just long enough to raise my arms and help.
Now, sitting in his lap in nothing but white lace panties and a matching bustier with a little bow, I catch his smile before his eyes lock with mine.
“How innocent. I would’ve guessed black—or maybe floral.”
“I didn’t want it to show through. The dress turns a bit transparent in sunlight,” I admit.
“Yes, I noticed.”
“You were watching me?” I ask, surprised.
“All evening,” he confesses easily. “I kept imagining your underwear… and how you’d look naked.”
“Oh really?” I beam at him. God, I love how confident he is. He says what he thinks, takes what he wants. “And yet you left me hanging. Why didn’t you just take me to your room?”
“Because you were pretending to be drunk. Your own fault,” he teases.
“I wanted to test you,” I admit as he unhooks my bra. Gently, he slides the fabric from my shoulders, baring my breasts—and immediately welcomes them with his lips.
“We men aren’t that complicated. Women overthink situations that we’re not even aware of,” he murmurs while licking and teasing my peaks.
Oh fuck, that feels so good. My back arches, one of his hands pressing me against him while the other grips my breast. With my neck extended, my long hair reaches down to my hips. I gently move my pelvis back and forth to tease him a little. Is it working?
“Are you this greedy, London?” he asks.
Yes. Yes, it worked.
“I want you, Alex,” I breathe against his lips, kissing him hungrily as I undo the last buttons of his shirt. He’s working at his pants until I stop him.
“I’ll handle that,” I murmur. I want to unwrap him. My man. My pants. My hard surprise.
First, I undo the last buttons of his shirt while he spreads his arms across the back of the couch. Like a king, he sits there enjoying the little show.
“You have an incredibly beautiful body,” he says with an open smile, eyes roaming without shame. My face heat instantly.
“So do you,” I reply and open his shirt so I can see his firm chest and toned stomach. Next comes his belt and pants. I wanted to take my time, but I'm hungry. So, I tear open the packaging. Zip. And there it stands before me.
I grin at this beautiful, twitching piece of flesh in front of me, and I immediately grab it with both hands. Alexander takes a deep breath as he watches me. I lean toward him and massage his hardness while gently kissing him at the same time.
“May I?” he asks, as I threaten to take control.
“What do you have in mind?” I ask.
“You’ll see,” he says and takes back the wheel.
He slides my panties aside and presses himself against me, making a moan escape before I can stop it.
Fine. He can gladly lead while I enjoy myself.
I get it. I wasn't really keen on being in control anyway, even though I usually like to.
But if he's the boss—even outside the office—I have absolutely nothing against it.
When he enters me, I gasp at the sudden, delicious surprise, but his strong hand on my back holds me firmly to his chest. With a broad smile, I savor the moment, savor him inside me. So forbidden. Indecent. So damn hot.
Who would’ve thought, or even suspected, that Alex and I would harmonize so well? If it's already working now, will we also be able to work well together?
His deep voice caresses my ear.
Damn, that’s hot.
I love hearing him groan. I want to give him more everything to make sure he has a good time. So I give up my body to him so he can experience pure pleasure, while I reap the reward of his body and many orgasms.
Eventually, the couch is a mess, and he carries me to the bedroom where we continue.
I might need to apologize to the neighbors for the noise tomorrow. During another climax, I completely lose control over my voice, and that could certainly irritate some people here in the neighboring apartments.
Eventually, Alex lies on top of me, kissing my neck. I think we're both spent and can't go on but feeling him on me is fantastic. He buries me under his muscles, like a hot blanket.
I trace my fingertips over his sweaty back while he caresses my neck.
We're both exhausted. It was a wild night.
A damn wild one...
"Blond, glasses, and a small beer belly," he now whispers in my ear.
I’m caught.
"Why did you tell Stephanie you have a completely different type?"
I knew she’d tell him about that.
"I didn't want her to tell you that I think you’re hot. I really couldn't tell your best friend that."
"Hmm, I get it."
"And you're my boss."
"Will be," he corrects me.
"And now it happened." I sigh softly and close my eyes. The small lamp on my bedside table lights up my bedroom. "Do you want another coffee?"
"No." He sounds exhausted.
"Do you want to stay over?"
"Are you trying to kick me out?"
"No." I reach my hand out to turn the lamp off, and the room drowns in darkness. "Today was really beautiful. Work was fun, the summer festival was a complete success, and I saw the starry sky."
"This doesn't even make your top three?" Alex asks me surprised as he lies down on his side.
Bu then he immediately pulls me into his arms so that I can't escape.
"The night was even better than the day. Conversation. Sex. Falling asleep together…"
"That's better."
Maybe I'll wake up tomorrow morning and it will all be just a wild dream. Maybe Alex carried me to my apartment, left immediately, and I've just imagined the last few hours, and it never happened.
When the bright morning comes, I’m alone in my bed.
I knew it.
No Alex. Just the bitter reality.
I sit up, sigh, and glance around. His things are gone too. Of course. A man like him doesn’t stick around for breakfast. Yawning, I head to the bathroom to freshen up. I need to properly wake up first. He didn’t spare me last night. I grin.
That was definitely an intense workout session.
I walk into the living room in my bathrobe, and it smells like coffee. He must have made some earlier this morning.
I take a look at the couch: every cushion neatly in place. He even tidied up…
Ah. I sigh and wish he’d stayed. Then again—he’s my boss. Well, from Monday on.
I shuffle to the coffee maker and turn it off as it’s finished brewing. I take out the pot, inhale the aroma, and pour myself a little to taste it. Perfect. Add some milk and sugar, and the morning can begin.
What time is it anyway? I glance at the oven clock: 9:17. That’s basically the break of dawn for a Saturday.
Coffee cup in hand, I walk to the coat rack and dig out my phone from my handbag.
I return to the couch and set the cup on the table, fishing out my charger from behind a potted plant.
I need to charge my phone—it only has four% left.
That wouldn't have lasted much longer. I yawn again and take another sip.
Man, I’m worn out.
I smack my lips and can’t help a grin.
What a wild night!
I lean back checking my phone. Vanessa has sent me several texts, and other friends have also reached out. There's also one from Alex. A one-time view picture. What's that about? Did he make a mistake?
I open it only to see it's me from early this morning.
Naked.
I gasp and leap up, bumping the coffee table so coffee sloshes over the edge. A few drops spill onto the wood.
“What the…?” I whisper, bewildered. He’s added a suggestively grinning emoji. I can’t take a screenshot or reopen the image, so I don’t close it yet.
Sunlight falls across my body. The blanket lies low on my hips, hiding the lower part of me. One thigh peeks out. The rays of light make my skin glisten. My hair is spread wildly over the pillow, the sheet beneath me completely rumpled.
“That bastard,” I mutter in disbelief, pacing my living room. He has a picture of me. Naked! “That asshole!”
Coffee wakes me up but a message like this will keep me awake for three nights.
Although… the photo isn’t actually suggestive, but almost artistic. The focus is on my face, not my breasts.
I sit back down, staring at the image. There must be a way to save this.
Then I remember the polaroid I still have.
Carefully, I set the phone on the table and dig out the camera from the cabinet.
Of course, it’s at the very bottom and needs a new battery and an empty frame.
My hands are shaking like crazy as I finally get it ready.
I lean over the table and photograph the image. Fourteen tries later, I finally get one good enough. Only then do I press the button to return to the chat. The image vanishes. Forever? No—he surely still has it on his phone. He can look at it anytime. And send it to anyone. Oh God.
I need to go to him. Right now! I gulp down the now lukewarm coffee—doesn’t matter, it just has to go down. Then I skim through Vanessa’s chat, where she’s told me all about her breakfast.
I record a voice message for her, since she seems to be doing fine while my life is going down the drain: “Hey, I’ll get back to you later.
Good morning first of all. Sorry. I’m totally flustered.
Umm…” Where was I? Oh, right! “I need to go to Alex. God, if you knew what happened. You’ll never believe it.
But I’ll tell you more when I’m back and I’ll have more time.
I’ll come over to your place.” Thankfully, the cable is long enough that I can sit on the couch while my phone charges a little.
“I need to shower and then I’ll head over there.
It’s a long story. I think I could be at your place by midday.
Around 2? I’ll bring something to eat. What are you in the mood for? ”
She replies with a flood of question marks and a text in all caps: “WHAT HAPPENED? LONDON? TELL ME!”
By then, I’m already in the shower.
After I've put some clothes on, I rush back to the living room. Vanessa is still buzzing with excitement, demanding: “Don’t leave me hanging!”
I record another message while brushing my hair, trying to keep it short: “Hey, I’m back.
So, I need to leave right now. I want to go to Alex.
We slept together. When I woke up, I thought I’d dreamed it, but no—it really happened.
I’m remembering everything better now. I’ll tell you more when I come over later.
Gotta go now!” I send it off. Damn, only 27% battery.
Not much. I need to find my power bank. Wasn’t it with the camera?
I rummage through the drawer and actually find it.
One charge out of three. Well, that should be enough.
I shove everything into my purse and leave my apartment.
Thanks to GPS, I’m in front of Alexander’s house in half an hour. It’s on a quiet street, lined with villas and single-family houses. Perfectly kept front yards, luxury everywhere. It’s immediately noticeable that there’s no trash on the street or potholes. This must be a nice place to live.
I find his house and park in the wide driveway. He even has double garage. Is Alex a luxury car guy? Probably.
I need to gather myself before I give him hell.
Okay, stay calm. Everything will be fine. I can handle this.
One last look in the rearview mirror, then I grab my things and step out of the car. I hope he's home, otherwise I don't know what to do with all this anger.