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I forget everything except him. His scent of light citrus and bergamot. His mouth branding me as he sucks a bruising line in between my breasts. His finger against my clit, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
When I’m about to come, my nails dig into his arms. “Xander, I—”
He pulls his fingers away, sitting back in his seat.
I gasp at the loss of his touch. I was so close. And I find myself begging before I can stop myself. “Please don’t stop, please, please. I was almost there.”
His gaze pierces me, mixed with amusement and passion. “Pack a bag, and I’ll fuck you senseless all weekend.”
I watch as he slowly licks his fingers clean of me. My body is settling back down, but it still aches for him.
Once he’s finished, he raises an eyebrow, as if to ask, Are you really going to challenge me right now?
“Just give me a few minutes,” I say breathlessly. Then I yank my clothes back on and stumble out of the car.
Fuck me senseless?
I already am.
BY THE TIME we make it to Alexander’s house, my body has calmed down, and I’m wary of his touch. I keep my distance as he carries my bag up a flight of stairs and down a hall to his bedroom.
Something about the layout of his house is oddly familiar, but I can’t quite put my finger on it. So I shrug it off as we step into a massive master bedroom.
Dark emerald curtains frame the tall windows overlooking the forest. There’s a balcony to one side, overlooking the yard.
The bed is enormous, covered in a black comforter.
I let out a breath as I turn, taking it all in. Everything is perfect, not a single thing out of place.
When Alexander comes into my view, I freeze. He’s watching me, a hint of satisfaction on his face, mixed with something I can’t quite figure out. Want? Need? Longing? Lov—
No. No, absolutely not. There’s nothing soft or loving about the man standing in front of me.
“What?” My voice comes out unsure, a little unsteady.
But he ignores me, setting my bag on the bed. “Are you hungry?”
I give him a little nod, and he grabs his phone, typing for a second before slipping it back in his pocket. Then he looks at me with that same expression.
“What, Alexander?”
“You don’t—” He cuts himself off, shaking his head. “I have a meeting at five, unfortunately. I’ll be taking it in my home office.” He steps closer, snaking an arm around my waist. “I have to head back into the city for some meetings tomorrow morning as well. I’ll be back before lunch.”
I ignore the twinge of disappointment. Some space will be good. And it’ll give me some time to write.
“But don’t you worry. I have plenty of time in between to keep up my promises.” He smirks, his hand sliding down my back to squeeze my ass.
“I’d really like to shower,” I mumble. I already felt gross from work, but then Alexander got me turned on and sweaty.
“The bathroom is over there.” He juts his chin out to the back corner of the room, where a door sits halfway open. He nibbles on my ear. “Feel free to use my shampoo. I’d love to smell myself on you.”
My heart skips a beat, and before I give into him again, I pull away. “Thanks.”
The bathroom is large as well, featuring a shower, but also a big tub in front of an even bigger window.
Smiling, I take in the view. When we were younger, Alexander and I loved coming up with house plans. He always made sure that the master bathroom had a large tub with a view. Now I understand why, and I make a mental note to find some wine and spend some time soaking in there while Alexander is in one of his meetings.
I shower quickly, inhaling deeply as I use Alexander’s shampoo and soap. It smells good, but it’s missing him.
