Chapter 30 – Alana
Chapter
Thirty
ALANA
Hugo gets Kelsey’s bags from the trunk, leaving us both in the back of the car to say our goodbyes. It’s time for her to leave, and I’m spending every last moment I can with her, even down to coming with her to LAX.
“I’m going to miss you, honey,” she says as she wraps her arms around me.
I hug her back tightly, not wanting to let go. “I’m going to miss you too, Kels. I’m so sorry you had to spend your weekend with us under house arrest.”
She pulls back and grins at me, shaking her head. “Will you stop! I’d happily spend a year under house arrest in that beautiful place. Tell Alejandro to get the pool house into shape and I’ll be spending every vacation with you guys.”
“I’ll get onto it as soon as we get back,” I assure her with a smile. “I’ll make it my own personal project. I’ll do it in all your favorite colors, I’ll stock your bookshelves. Before you come back, I promise I’ll even find the LA equivalent of Tony’s so we can have our very own pizza parties.”
The pool house is under renovation, but work stalled with everything that has been going on.
Alejandro doesn’t want contractors in and out of the house right now, and I don’t either.
I wish I could get out more though. I’m doing what work I can for the women’s center from home, but I miss the place.
I miss Kristen and the crew. And I’m about to really miss my best friend.
“That sounds like the best plan ever,” she replies. “Though I’m not sure LA can possibly compete with Tony’s.”
I offer to walk her to the check-in desks, but Hank speaks up from the front seat, where he’s sitting beside Jacob at the wheel. “No. Please stay in the car, Mrs. Montoya.”
Kelsey grins at me, and I widen my eyes, feeling like a naughty kid for suggesting such an outrageous thing.
“Bye, Jacob. Stay fresh, Hank,” Kelsey chirps as she jumps out of the car and takes her bag from Hugo.
“Hey, can you at least walk her to the entrance?” I ask him with a smile. “I’m here with Hank, so I’m completely safe.”
He clears his throat. “Of course, Ma’am,” he replies. “I’d be delighted.”
The door closes and the automatic locks click.
I watch Kelsey and Hugo through the window.
He takes her bag back and wheels it along.
Then I smile as he rests his hand on the small of her back while he escorts her through the crowd.
When they reach the entrance, they stop and face each other.
They exchange a few words, and I wish I could hear what they’re saying.
Then Kelsey’s arms slip around Hugo’s neck.
She pushes herself up onto her tiptoes and kisses him.
I gasp out loud as Hugo stands there, motionless.
Oh, for God’s sake, kiss her back, Hugo! That’s an order!
As if he heard me, he lets go of her bag and wraps his giant arms around her, squashing her body against his as they share an intense lip-locking session.
Wow! Hugo Fernandez kisses like he means it.
I sit back in my seat and grin, feeling like a voyeur but not caring. My girl went for it, and she got paid.
Suddenly I miss Alejandro, so much it hurts. I wonder what he’s doing right now? I wish he was here, kissing me like he means it.
A few moments later, Hugo is climbing back into the car next to me with a slight flush on his cheeks.
“Everything okay?” I ask him as he fastens his seatbelt. He gulps, looks uncomfortable.
“Please don’t tell the boss I was just kissing someone while I was on duty,” he says as he closes his eyes and sucks in a breath.
Jacob chuckles in the front seat as he pulls the car away from the curbside.
“You know I’ll have to though, right?” I say, mimicking the same thing he says to me all the time. “Rules are rules.”
Even Hank snorts at that. I suppose it is the closest he ever comes to laughing. I pat Hugo on the arm and put him out of his misery.
“Don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me.” I wink, and he leans back against the seat with a sigh.
“Is Alejandro at the hotel?” I ask. “Can we swing by on the way home?”
“Yes, but he says he’s not to be disturbed,” Hank replies.
I look out of the window and sigh. I want to see him so much. He left for work early this morning. I have a vague recollection of him kissing my cheek, but by the time I fully woke up, he was gone.
“I’m sure Mr. Montoya wouldn’t mind being disturbed by Mrs. Montoya,” Hugo offers. “We could stop by for a few minutes.”
“On your head be it, kid,” Hank growls.
“I’m sure he won’t mind at all,” Jacob agrees. “I’ll make a detour.”
An hour later, Hugo is escorting me past the armed guards posted at the door to Alejandro’s suite.
“I’ll be right outside this time,” he says with a quirk of his eyebrows.
“I promise not to run away,” I whisper, recalling the last time he brought me here and I disappeared to New York. That was such a dreadful day, and I know Hugo got in a lot of trouble for it.
“Is anybody in with him?” I ask Lorenzo. The guard looks at me a little warily, and I remember he was the one who let me leave in the elevator. Oops.
“Not currently, Ma’am. He has another meeting in fifteen minutes.”
“Thanks,” I say as I walk into the room and close the door behind me.
The door to Alejandro’s office is open. I hear him talking and assume he’s on the phone.
I have a moment of doubt. A tiny part of me is afraid of what I might overhear.
Walking to his doorway, I see his back as he’s facing the window.
His cell is phone pressed to his ear, and he’s talking animatedly.
I watch him for a moment, drinking in the view He is so damn beautiful.
He exudes power and raw sexual energy, not to mention he fills out that designer suit of his to perfection.
His free hand is in his pants pocket, the fabric stretched taut across his strong thighs and his gorgeous ass. His crisp white shirt is molded to his muscular torso, highlighting his broad shoulders every time he moves.
Even looking at him makes me wet.
I clear my throat to let him know I’m here. I don’t want to take him by surprise, and I’ve also learned my lesson about eavesdropping, accidental or not.
He spins around. There’s a fierce scowl on his face that fades as soon as he sees it’s me. “I have to go, Anton. Something just came up. Keep me posted,” he barks as he ends the call.
“Princesa?” he says as he walks toward me. “What are you doing here? You’re not alone, are you?”
“No. I’ve been a good girl this time. We dropped Kelsey off, and I drove here with Hank, Hugo, and Jacob. Hugo came up in the elevator with me. Is that okay? I just missed you. I know you’re busy, but I just thought I’d call in for a few minutes. You didn’t kiss me goodbye this morning.”
He walks right up to me, dragging my body against his with a thud. He runs his hands over my hips, coming to rest on my ass. “I kissed you before I left. I promise.”
“Not a proper kiss though,” I complain. “I think I deserve a proper kiss.”
His eyes go bright, and he gives me a wicked grin. “You came all this way just for a kiss?” he says as his lips brush lightly over mine, teasing me.
“Yes,” I breathe out as I lift my hands to the back of his head and press him closer to me.
He slips his tongue inside my mouth and swirls it against mine.
Just like that, I’m lost. The energy thrums between us, my heart hammers in my chest, and I feel a familiar throbbing between my legs.
He grabs my ass possessively, growling as he holds me against him and presses into me.
He’s hard already. It makes me groan, my hands fluttering on his shoulders. He pulls back, and I’m faint with need.
”Just a kiss?” he asks. “That’s all you came here for?”.
“Well, I always want more from you,” I murmur, my voice low and croaky with desire. “But I know you’re busy.”
He glances at his watch and groans. “I have to meet with someone in ten minutes, or I would spread you open on my desk and eat your delicious pussy until you come all over my face.”
“And then what?” I breathe as my hands slide to the zipper of his suit pants. “Then what would you do?”
“Then I’d bend you over it and fuck you until you were coming on my cock, too.”
I sigh as my pussy walls tighten at the thought. His dirty talk always does it for me. Reaching my hand inside his boxers, I pull out his cock. He’s stiff and hot and smooth. I squeeze him in my grip, and he groans against my lips. “I told you, I don’t have time, Alana. Fuck me, I wish I did.”
“You might not have time for everything you just described, but I’m sure you have time for something else.”
I drop to my knees, looking up at him innocently from beneath my lashes. “You don’t want this, sir?” I ask, knowing exactly what I’m doing to him.
“Alana,” he growls, and I slide my lips around his thick shaft, keeping my hand wrapped tightly around his base.
I swirl my tongue around the tip, licking off the delicious beads of pre-cum that have already formed, my fist still encasing him.
He grunts, and his hands go to my hair as he pushes himself further into my mouth.
I suck eagerly on him, pressing my tongue flat against the underside of his cock, licking and teasing.
“Fuck, Alana! How did you get so good at this so quickly?” he moans. “You make me feel like a fucking teenage boy when you’re giving me head. Like I have no fucking control…”
That’s exactly what I wanted to hear. I move my hand and take him all the way to the back of my throat. He curses loud in Spanish, lost in the moment.
Placing my hand flat on his powerful thighs, I snake the other one around to his ass in an effort to steady myself as he takes charge and starts to fuck my mouth.
I feel the tremors in his thigh muscles as his release approaches, and a few seconds later, his hot seed spurts down my throat.
I swallow it all, sucking every last drop, licking him clean the way he always does for me. I love making him lose control.
He pulls me up to a standing position, my legs a little unsteady, and wipes the sides of my mouth with his thumb.
“I don’t know what I did to deserve that, but thank you for making this shit-show of a day a whole lot better,” he says as he tucks himself back into his suit pants. “I’m sorry I can’t return the favor.”
“That’s okay,” I smile. “I’ll take care of myself when I get home.”
His eyes almost roll into the back of his head. “Oh, princesa, that’s a low blow. Now all I’ll be able to think about is you at home in our bed, making yourself come, while I’m stuck here.”
He wraps his arms around me, and I snuggle into his firm chest.
“Well, I’d much rather it was you making me come,” I whisper. “So I can wait for tonight if that will make you less distracted in work.”
“I will make you come plenty tonight, I promise. But you don’t have to wait,” he mumbles against my skin. Then he looks up at me with a wicked glint in his eyes. “Are your panties wet?”
“Of course. They have been since the moment I laid eyes on you.”
“Give them to me,” he orders as he holds out his hand.
“What? And go home with no panties on?”
He looks down at my legs, checking. “Your dress is long enough. No-one will see as long as you’re careful. Now hand them over.”
“You are a serious panty fiend,” I say with a laugh. “But I was thinking about stopping by the shelter too, and I absolutely can’t go to work with no panties on.”
The idea has only just come to me, and I’m hoping I can make it there, even if it’s just for a few hours. He frowns. “No, Alana. It’s too dangerous. You said you could work from home.”
“I can, and I have been. But it’s not the same, and I’d really like to speak to a few people there.”
He shakes his head. “I’m sorry. I don’t want to be an asshole, especially after that unexpected gift, but it’s still not safe. I can’t do what I need to do here if I’m worrying about you. You’re safe at the house. You shouldn’t have even come here today.”
I feel a pang of disappointment and instinctively take a step back. He grabs me by the hips and pulls me back to him. “I’m glad that you did. I needed that more than you know. But now I need you to go straight home, and stay there, Alana. I need you to be safe for me. Please?”
“Okay,” I say softly. I’ve enjoyed being out, and the thought of going home without him, without Kelsey, flattens me. Lucia is at school, with guards, and the house feels so empty without her sometimes cheerful, sometimes snarky presence.
But I know that Alejandro is right, and I don’t want to worry him. He has enough to deal with.
“Buena chica,” he says as he brushes my hair back from my face. “I’ll be home later.”
“Right. I should go and leave you to your meeting then,” I say. “Um, do you still want my panties?”
He laughs. “No, it’s okay. On second thoughts, you keep them on while you’re dripping with your sweet cum and sitting in a car full of my men. I don’t want to torture them.”
“Probably for the best,” I agree, although a part of me is stupidly disappointed that he isn’t going to sit through his meetings with my damp panties in his pocket.
He holds my jaw with his hand. “I’ll see you tonight.”
“You will.” I force a smile onto my face, because the last thing he needs is a needy woman on top of everything else.
We’re interrupted by a knock at the door, and within a split-second, Alejandro’s mask of cool, calm confidence is firmly back in place.
“Come in,” he shouts. He kisses me on the head and physically turns me around to face the exit. He pats me on the ass just as his assistant walks through, and I bite down on a giggle as I leave.
I am Mrs. Alejandro Montoya, and I have an image to protect. At least I’m still wearing panties.