Chapter 19
Alexander
When we land back in Chicago, I’m ready to hunt down Sarah and tell her that I’ll take whatever she’ll give me.
Hell, being away from her for just a few days made me realize that I can’t let her go.
If we have to be together on her terms, then so be it.
It’s better than not having her at all.
I also plan to negotiate a deal with her, since she likes our business meetings.
I’m bringing some of my own terms into this, and with time, I’ll show her just how much more we can be together.
I know she’s scared of letting go of that precious control, but she can trust me, and if I have to work a little to earn that trust, then it’s good I’m a patient man.
As I get back to my apartment, I’m debating whether I should go to Sarah’s right away or wait until tomorrow.
Monday is a workday, and since I plan to discuss our sex life in detail, I decide I should do it tonight.
I’m also eager to see her and wondering if she received my flowers.
I know yesterday must have been tough for her; hopefully, she appreciated the gesture.
It felt personal, but for me, everything between us is personal, so the sooner she accepts that, the better.
Just as I’m about to head to the elevator, the receptionist calls me.
“Hello, it’s Alexander.”
“Hello, Mr. McGregor. I have Sarah Parker down here. Should I send her up?”
She’s here.
My evening just got even better.
I was planning to go to her place anyway, but having her show up here is even better.
Maybe the time apart gave her some clarity, too.
“Send her up,” I say with a smile, sitting on the edge of the sofa, facing the elevator doors.
When they open I’m greeted by a furious Sarah, stomping into my apartment.
She stops right in front of me, and before I can say anything, she begins.
“I can’t believe you, McGregor. You give me this whole “I want it all” speech, only to turn around and find another woman as soon as I show some insecurities about this,” she starts pacing back and forth, and I’m completely confused.
Another woman?
What is she talking about?
“Are you really that desperate for sex? You couldn’t even wait 48 hours before finding someone else,” her anger is clear, and I still don’t understand.
I haven’t had sex with anyone since I met her.
Where is all of this coming from?
“Sarah, hold up—” I try to stop her, but she’s determined to let it all out.
“And don’t even get me started on the flowers! You send me the most beautiful bouquet, and then you go and sleep with another woman the same night!”
Her voice quivers when she talks about the flowers, and the vulnerability in her eyes breaks my heart.
Finally, it clicks.
Filippa, she thinks I’ve been with her.
I go to her and wrap my arms around her back, not letting her move out of my arms, even when she tries to break free.
“You’ve got your say, now you’re going to listen to me,” I tell her, leaving no room for discussion.
She narrows her eyes at me, but stops fighting my hold as I speak.
“First of all, you got it all wrong, and I’m actually a little pissed that you would think so low of me, but I’ll let you off the hook this time,” I tell her as I bring her closer to me, needing to have her as near as possible.
“Secondly, the woman I think you’re referring to is Fillipa, who is Noah’s sister. I met with her to plan his birthday party as she lives in the city we played in.”
The moment it clicks, her relief is clear as she sinks into my arms.
Then, the vulnerability creeps back into her eyes.
“But why did you go to the same hotel then?” She asks me, still not entirely confident about us, probably looking for her way out of this.
I can tell she’s struggling, wanting to run, but also wanting to stay.
“She was going to visit Noah, you know just as well as me that we all live in the same hotel when we’re on the road.”
I can tell she’s feeling bad about doubting me, hell, I might have to put her over my knee for ever thinking so low of me when I’m crazy about her, but first, I will work on earning her trust and making my intentions clear whenever I have the chance.
She relaxes more into my arms, her own arms going around my back, making me drag her as close as possible.
“And for the record, the only thing I’ve fucked ever since you turned up outside my hotel room is my hand, and every time, I’ve come to the thought of you.”
Her eyes widen at my words, her breathing deepening as I press my front into her, letting her know just how good she makes me feel.
I’m fucking crazy about her, and it’s time she catches on soon, because my control is slipping by the second.
Her hands travels up under my shirt, giving my abs some attention.
“Is that so?” She leans up on her tiptoes as she drags her lips across my jaw.
“Sarah,” I warn her, knowing I’m at a breaking point here, and we really should talk about this before taking it any further.
She gives me a slight push to the chest, and I grab her with me as I fall into the couch. I nibble at her throat, which makes her giggle, before she pushes herself upright.
“Okay, we should talk. Then we can fuck.”
Christ.
Having her say it like that, that control I was talking about? It’s hanging by a thread.
“We need some rules,” she says as she gets comfortable on the couch.
I know this is her way of gaining control, and I’ll let her have it, knowing she needs it for us to move forward.
I’m fully prepared to fight for some terms of my own, and I’m pleased that she seems more open today than the last time we spoke.
On Thursday night, she was closed off; now, she’s different, and I like it.
Having her hide from me made me angry and exasperated.
“I agree, I have some rules of my own.” She raises her eyebrows at that, looking sceptical, but I let her begin this.
“No funny business at the arena.”
I think it over.
It’s probably not wise to get down and dirty at the arena, but at the same time, there are some more private corners where I definitely could see us having some fun.
“I don’t know about that, baby, that couch of yours in your office seems like a perfect place for me to fuck you.”
She blushes at my crass words, and I freaking love it.
When she squeezes her thighs together, I know my girl likes some dirty talk, and maybe even the possibility of some public sex.
“Okay, we’ll see, but we should probably keep this on the low, considering everything.”
She bites her lip, and I hate that I get the feeling that she’s looking at this as a temporary situation.
That we should hide, as she’s not certain we’re going to last.
To hell with that, I can be firm for both of us.
“We’ll go out for a nice date, at least once a week,” I tell her, and when she gives me a breathtaking smile, I feel some of her worries loosen.
I’m also planning to take her on as many dates as possible, which is why I said “at least.”
Negotiating business, or in this case, a relationship, takes skill and precision.
“Okay. We’ll still be professional when working on your social media. Meaning, no sex during meetings.” I agree, respecting her professional boundaries.
I would never want her to feel like our personal relationship is affecting our business relationship.
“When we’re going away for games, you’re going to stay with me,” I tell her, and she crawls across the couch, settling both her legs around me and wrapping her hands around my neck.
“Sure, you’re not going to get sick of me?” she teases as she starts kissing up my throat.
I wrap my hands around her and pull her into my lap as I look into her eyes.
“Never. Any more rules, angel?” I ask her, hoping we’re done with this.
If it were up to me, we would have no rules, but I respect her need for control.
And let’s face it, these “rules” of hers are probably looking quite different from what she initially planned to propose on Thursday, which I’m ecstatic about.
“No more rules, please kiss me,” she breathes into my mouth, but just before her lips meet mine, I lean back slightly.
“I have one more rule, baby,” she looks exasperated at me, probably eager to get this show on the road.
“What?” My hand finds her nape, and I hold her still as I gaze into her eyes.
“In bed, you’re going to scream my name.”
I’ve never seen such a wicked smile as Sarah leans into me, giving me all her weight.
“It’s a deal, Alexander.”
Fucking hell.
I’ve never paid much attention to my name, but hearing it on her lips makes it sound alluring and sexy in a way I’ve never experienced.
I seize her, pushing her back onto the couch and pressing my lips against hers.
“Again,” I whisper between kisses as my hands roam all over her body.
“Alexander.”
Each time, I grow more frustrated as I start exploring her breasts.
“Too many clothes,” she mutters as she pulls off my T-shirt. I help her out of hers as well, admiring her in a sexy black lace bra.
“Do you always wear such sexy things under your clothes?” I ask as I begin kissing down her chest.
“I do. I love feeling sexy, even if no one else knows.”
Hell, I’m going to have trouble moving forward.
Up until now, I’ve been imagining Sarah in all kinds of clothes, lingerie, and naked. Knowing what she’s hiding under there, keeping my hands off of her will be a challenge.
“Fuck, you’re going to kill me, Sarah.”
That makes her smile as she pulls down my zipper before she reaches inside my pants. It’s not an easy task, since my cock is hard and pressing against my jeans.
Before she gets a feel for me, I hoist her up, her straddling me as I walk toward the bedroom.
“I was just getting to the good part. Where are we going?” she asks me, continuing to kiss me and rub her hands across my body.
“If you touch my cock right now, Sarah, this will be over before I’ve even started. Now, I’m taking you to my bedroom and fucking you there before we can move on to every surface of this apartment.”
I plan to have her on every available surface in this condo, but for our first time, a bed is needed.
“I love the sound of that,” she says as I enter the bedroom.
I gently set her down.
“Now, strip,” I tell her, pulling my own jeans down my legs.
“So, bossy,” she teases as she slides her jeans down and steps out of them when she’s finished.
“You’ve seen nothing yet, Sarah. Now, lie down on the bed and touch yourself.”
She doesn’t back down from the challenge. She crawls onto the bed before lying down, her back resting against the pillows.
Seeing her in my bed, looking like a goddess, with her hair spread out and her black lace covering the last bit of her body.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone as stunning as her.
And she’s all mine.