Page 40 of Alpha Bait

She tilted her chin to the ceiling, closed her eyes and sighed, exposing the nape of her neck. Her soft burnt Sienna flesh stimulated the sudden urge to kiss her.

"You don't want to marry Will?" I asked.

"Of course not."

"But you do want to marry?"

"Someday."

"And this... us... if this is important to you, what are we doing here?"

"I don't know."

She glanced at me inquisitively.

"Making a mess of things?" She asked.

I laughed.

"If we're making a mess of things, being a mess has its perks."

"Not if we get caught."

"We won't get caught," I assured her, "and I won't like a bastard like Will Harkness steal away the most attractive woman in Manhattan."

She laughed.

"Really? The most attractive?"

"Without a doubt."

"How the hell did we end up here, Richard?"

"I don't have a fuckin' clue."

I kissed her then and she melted into my arms. My body ached with need for her. I reached back for the zipper on her dress.

"I think it's time we take your mind off things."

"Please..." she whispered, "ruin me..."

She hungered for her own undoing. I knew better than anyone what sort of life she'd had. Her family name had become everything to her. She hardly knew who she was if she wasn't Indie Holloway. She and I craved the same things -- to transcend our family name and destroy every bit of ourselves that belonged to our family so for once, we could become our own people.

I could be more than Richard Carmichael, III. She could be more than Indie Holloway.

Lust preceded our undoing. When we lay in bed together, we defied the very foundation of our family names. Our prejudices dashed against the earth and without all those walls and barriers and ambitions and family names when we were finally undone, only then could we truly be happy.

The zipper slid down her spine, exposing her warm flesh to me. I stripped it off her hips and positioned her on her back, electrifying every inch of her skin with kisses. She reached for her bra and exposed her gorgeous breasts to me once again. I never tired of her curves.

"Take those panties off..."

She giggled and slipped them off. I spread her legs, kissing her thighs and then burying my face between them. Indie gasped as my tongue slid between her folds. I pressed her thighs back, allowing myself greater access to the slickness between her thighs.

"Delicious..."

My tongue lapped at her folds, pushing her to the edge of an intense orgasm within moments. She moaned, grasping the bedsheets and thrashing her head against the pillow as her chest heaved and rocked with her shuddering breath. She whimpered and I drove my fingers between her legs to join my tongue in pleasuring her. She moaned and climaxed a second time.

Desire pulsed through every inch of my skin and I couldn't hold back a moment longer. My cock surged to attention and my mind was filled with one all-consuming thought.

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