Page 33 of LA Reign

She’s dressed in one of my t-shirts, and from the outline of her hard nipples through the fabric, not much else.

“Buenos días, princesa,” I smile at her. Despite spending these last two hours on the phone and computer, giving myself a headache trying to juggle business and deal with the Ortega family, being around her always makes me feel lighter. I know that I’ve been neglecting her these past few weeks, that I spend far more time working than at home. I miss being around her, and my heart soars at the sight of her this morning. Other wives might be resentful, or sulk. But Alana? She’s always thinking of others, always looking to help. I love her so much it still blows my mind.

“You were up super early this morning. I thought you might like some breakfast?” she says as she puts the tray on my desk.

“Smells delicious. Gracias,” I reply as I push back my chair and stare at her while she pours two cups of hot coffee.

“Cream?” she asks, seemingly innocent as she holds up the small white jug.

“Really?” I grin at her. She knows exactly what she’s doing, the minx.

“What?”

“Come here.” I hold out my hand, and she puts the jug back on the tray and walks around the desk to me. As soon as she is close enough, I pull her onto my lap. She wraps her arms around my neck, and I run my nose along her collarbone and up her throat. Even the smell of her skin makes my cock twitch to life. “Why do you always smell so fucking incredible?”

“I smell of sex, and you,” she groans as she tilts her head back for me, allowing me easier access to kiss her neck.

“Like I said, incredible.”

She laughs softly. “I need a shower. And I didn’t mean to distract you from your work. I know you’re busy.”

“You didn’t, huh?”

“No,” she smiles sweetly. “Of course not.”

“But you do realize how dangerous it is to come into my office half-naked and offer me some cream, Alana?” I growl.

She gasps softly and then starts to giggle. “I didn’t mean that. I meant for your coffee.”

“I know exactly what you meant, my sex-crazed chica,” I say as I trail kisses along her throat. I slide my hand up the outside of her thigh and squeeze her ass. For the first time ever, I am relieved she’s wearing panties, because if she hadn’t been, I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself from lifting her onto my desk and fucking her.

“I’m expecting a call soon and I need to take it, so do you think you can sit and eat some breakfast with me without driving me to distraction?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she says, smiling mischievously. “But I’ll try my very best to be a good girl.” Yeah. Right. That helped.

She doesn’t budge, just stays on my lap as she leans forward and pulls our coffees closer to us. I shut my eyes and groan as I realize that I can’t bear to ask her to move.

“Would you like some jelly on your croissant?” she asks.

“Please.” I lick my lips as she wriggles forward again, takes a croissant, and splits it open.

My cock twitches and throbs every time she moves. Who am I kidding? There is no way she is leaving this office without my cum dripping out of her. She knows it, I know. The damn croissant probably knows it.

“Are you done?” I ask with an arch of one eyebrow as she scoots around on my lap, doing everything so damn slowly. It’s like getting the world’s most domestic lap dance.

“Almost,” she giggles.

“Do you have to move your ass that much just to spread jelly?” I groan.

“Yeah. You have to work the jelly in. So that all of the pastry is coated in its sweet, sticky goodness. You know.”

“Jesus, princesa,” I growl. I don’t know if she is doing this on purpose, or if I am just so fucking turned on that everything she says and does looks like it belongs in a porn film. Fuck, it could be both.

“Done,” she says as she turns to face me and sucks her finger clean with a wet pop. I moan audibly, thankful my office is soundproof. I can’t take any more.

“What?” she asks, all wide eyed, as though she can’t feel my raging boner pressing into her ass.

“Take off the panties. Take out my cock and get yourself onto it. Now,” I order.