Page 34 of Stranger to Love

She narrowed her eyes at me. “It has been fine.”

I nodded and pursed my lips. “’Fine’ isn’t good.”

She smirked. “Perhaps.” She looked me up and down slowly, in a way that was utterly knowing and completely unprofessional. She asked, the directness back in her voice, “Why are you really here, Alex?”

I took a confident step forward, pulling out the sheer arsehole brazenness that had sometimes landed me in a bit of a situation. “Well, I suddenly remembered what it was like when you moaned in my ear, so I thought, hmm, I guess I’ll visit Blondie today.”

Her eyes widened, and her cheeks flushed bright red immediately. Her eyes automatically darted toward the door and then snapped back to me, panicked. “Alex,” she said my name breathlessly. “You can’t say things like that,” she snapped, but she wasn’t backing away.

I shrugged and pushed the moment even further. Uncrossing my arms, I stepped forward, planting a hand on the desk on either side of her, effectively boxing her in. She took a sharp intake of air at my proximity. I could see her pulse thrumming visibly in her neck. The sudden surge of power already made me feel miles better.

“Alex,” her voice was quieter now, uncertain and nervous.

I looked her dead in the eyes. “Yeah?”

She swallowed hard. “What are you doing?”

I leaned in a little closer to whisper straight into her ear, my voice low and direct. “I was hoping to make your morning a little better than just fine.”

I pulled back to see her eyes closed, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Yep, there was my ego back in action once again. She finally uncrossed her arms and gripped my forearms to push them off the desk, creating a small gap between us.

She stepped away and walked toward her door. I assumed she was about to throw me out, but to my utter, joyful surprise, she locked it with a distinct click. The rush of anticipation that raced through my body made this entire detour completely worth it. Fuck yes.

I watched her take a deep breath, her hand still resting on the lock as she turned back to me. “We shouldn’t do this.”

I smirked. “Okay.”

She chewed her lip, groaned, "Fuck’s sake,” and closed the distance between us, her hands finding my waist, pulling me flush to her, and claiming my lips. I smiled into the kiss, feeling a wave of success rush through me.

My hands slowly glided up her body, leaving one firmly grasping her hip while the other trailed up and clasped into her hair. I angled her head, deepening the kiss, and she opened her mouth instantly for my tongue. Her grip on my waist tightened as she moaned, her breathing hitching at the sound. I smirked, whispering against her lips, “Is anyone in the rooms next to us?”

She twitched slightly. “No, I don’t think so.”

I kissed her more fiercely and spun us around so she was pressed up against her desk. She squeaked at the fast movement, her hands flying up to brace herself on my arms. Fuck, I loved how she just unravelled.

I pulled away from her lips, and she bit her lip in anticipation, knowing exactly where my kisses across her jaw were leading. I found the sensitive spot just below her ear, and she moaned, her hand gripping the back of my head, pushing me deeper. Her hips arched right toward me, like I already knew exactly how to play her body. She quickly pulled my head back and shook it. “Don't leave a mark.”

I kissed her again, and she melted right into it. I guided the kiss so it was softer than before, almost gentle. She made an adorable whimper, her grip in my hair softening, her other hand holding my waist, her thumb moving in a slow, grounding stroke. I pulled back from the kiss, moving back to the sensitive skin on her neck. I whispered in her ear, “I won’t leave a mark.” I licked across her pulse point, and she gasped and jittered.

Fuck, I needed more. My body was vibrating, wanting to hear those fucking sounds again. I pulled back and ordered her, "Sit in your chair.”

She blinked through the heavy haze of arousal. “What?”

I smirked and nodded toward her desk chair. “Sit down.”

She chewed on her lip and cleared her throat as she stood a bit straighter. I kissed her softly and guided her around the table; she hooked her arms around my neck, trusting me entirely in this movement. She squeaked when the chair met the back of her legs, and I chuckled, guiding her to sit down. She did and pushed her messy hair out of her face, her cheeks already completely flushed.

I leaned in, capturing her lips once more. Her hands remained locked behind my neck as my grip tightened on her thighs. I tangled my tongue with hers, then pulled back slowly—catching her bottom lip between my teeth and giving it a sharp, teasing nip. She gasped, the sound ragged against my mouth as I finally let go.

I started moving, desperate for more. I kissed down her neck and slowly started undoing the buttons of her blouse, hesitating at each one in case she needed me to stop. She didn’t. Her hands slowly glided across my body; she reached up and pushed off my jacket. I reluctantly took my hands away from her blouse long enough to shrug it off. But instantly, my hands were right back on the last buttons.

She was so cute the way her hands were moving; one was softly laced in my hair, her fingers stroking my scalp, while her other hand glided up and down my back. She started by scratching lightly, sending a shiver through me, before her nails began to dig in deeper, anchoring me to her like they did the last time. I opened her blouse, exposing her chest and lace bra.

I pulled myself away from her neck and looked down at her. Her chest was heavily rising and falling, and fuck, she had great tits. Her chest was sprinkled with light freckles, and her stomach wasn’t flat; it was mouthwateringly curvy, and fuck, I was losing control.

She tugged on my hair, making me look up at her. Her eyes were almost hesitant, a bit nervous, so I leaned in and kissed her softly. My hands moved to the soft skin of her waist, and she hummed happily, enjoying the softness I was taking with her, in sharp contrast to our first encounter. I was glad of it; every slight movement was making my shoulders less and less stiff.

I eased myself down her body, kneeling in front of her, and I chuckled, making her tilt her head at me as I flipped the handle on her chair, making it instantly drop to its shortest height. She grasped at the arms of the chair in surprise and scoffed, “Alex!”