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I glare at him. If it was any other weekend, under any other circumstances, I’d do what I want and return to my lounger. But we had a deal. “Fine.”
“Good.” His arm is around me. I step into my shoes and he grabs my bag, leading me out of the pool area, as the cluster of people watches us.
“What’s your problem?” I ask him, once we’re out of earshot. I probably should have said what’s the problem, but it’s too late. The way I’ve phrased it sounds like we’re familiar. It’s a petulant question you’d ask a friend or a sibling or a lover.
But to hell with it. He is familiar—in some ways more familiar than anyone else in my life has ever been. He is my lover. Or he was. And he’s pissing me off by dragging me along with him like he owns me.
We get to the door of the suite and he opens it, ushering me through it before basically slamming it shut, trapping me against it with the cage of his big body. “You want to know what my problem is?” he seethes.
“Yes! I don’t appreciate you treating me like some kind of possession!” I don’t care if he paid for my time. He didn’t pay to boss me around like he’s my damn CEO.
“I’m not treating you like a possession, but if I have to watch ten feral men ogle you in that…that bikini, there’s a very real chance I’ll kill one of them, and that would really ruin the fucking wedding day, wouldn’t it?”
He’s so freaking bossy. “They weren’t ogling me.”
“Oh yes they were! Every single one of them was fantasizing about taking you to bed!”
“Who cares? It happens.”
“It happens?”
“Yes! All the time! And you told me to put on a show, so here’s your show!” I let the towel drop, noticing then that the bed has been made by housekeeping. The flowers are still on the table, the champagne has been freshly iced and some of the food is back under its silver domes.
But Alexander doesn’t notice any of it. His eyes are on me. On the tiny triangles of animal skin fabric, and more specifically on the areas not covered by the tiny triangles of animal skin fabric.
I’m a little shocked when he drops to his knees. His warm palms slide down my thighs. “I can’t fucking handle this. I spent the whole morning going insane because I’m addicted to how fucking sweet you are. Let me taste your pink pussy again, baby girl. I need my fix. You can’t tease me like that and not give me more.” He presses his mouth between my legs, kissing me through the thin layer of my bathing suit. Gently biting.
I gasp, grabbing fistfuls of his thick hair. I should refuse him, of course. He’s an overbearing jerk. And this is definitely not part of our “deal.” We should be sitting down and talking through what we’re going to do about the very real consequences we might have on our hands from last night’s sex-a-thon.
But he’s pushing my bikini to the side, licking me in lewd, delving swipes. Eating me in lusty mouthfuls. Sucking on me until the pleasure waves are already close to pushing me over some crazy edge.
“Alex,” I protest, lightly pulling on his hair. I don’t know if I’m trying to push him away or pull him closer.
“You want me, Jones. Your pussy’s so fucking wet for me. I can taste how bad you want me.” He licks me again with a growl.
Holy hell. I’m about to come.
“Say it.”
“Say w-what?” I manage to gasp.
“Say fuck me right up against this door, Maddox, because I need to ride that big cock until I’m coming hard.”
Oh god, I’m going to come if he keeps sucking on my clit like that.
He stands, lifting me as he does, freeing my nipples from their ridiculously small coverings and I have no choice but to wrap my legs around him. He’s so tall. So damn strong. His expression is stern, full of heat and also laced with a hint of vulnerability, like he needs me to want him as much as he wants me, and this detail almost clashes with his alpha, hard-bodied, billionaire vibe.
“Please,” is the best I can do right now because his gigantic cock is pressed up against the exact place that if he started doing that with any kind of rhythm, I’d shatter in the best kind of way.
“Does ‘please’ mean you want me to pump you full of my hot cum right here up against this door?”
“Yes.” In fact it does.
He’s unfastening his pants and kissing me. His big cock springs free and rubs up against my slick wetness and damn him. My traitorous hips tilt forward, seeking more of him. All of him.
I mean, we’ve already done it with no barriers several times. Once more is hardly going to matter. Then we’ll talk.
What, after you’re knocked up?
