Page 65 of Rivals Next Door

His teasing fingers slipped into my underwear, and I gasped. “Alex, not right here…” However, I made no attempt to stop him.

“Yes, right here. You demanded that I make you come right now. I must obey… Princess.”

I melted at the sound of the moniker coming from his smirking lips. Did him using his old endearment so freely mean something? Our gazes locked because Alex always loved to keep eye contact with me when he made me shatter to pieces. I couldn’t believe that I was making him do it in this hallway. However, I spread my legs to give him better access. This was one of the things I loved about Alex after all. He pushed my boundaries and coaxed out the woman inside me that I was always too timid to make others see.

Prudish Olivia still lingered close though, so although his larger frame completely hid me, I still swiped the corridor to make sure we were alone. I was already so worked up from the car that it only took a few swipes of his skilled fingers over my clit to send me over the edge.

My lips parted to let out a cry, but his mouth clamped onto mine, muffling the sound. My body quivered with such force that I clutched his arms for dear life, fearful that I couldn’t stay on my feet. A strong arm circled my waist, keeping me upright, and as the waves of pleasure subsided, I felt safe. It was a feeling that had eluded me for so long… nine years to be exact.

He pulled away to look at me, and he wore the tiniest, most smug smile. “Olivia Brentwood, you just orgasmed in a public hallway. Ms. Preston and her judgy cat would be appalled.”

I let out an amused snort and then whacked him on the arm with my purse, which I’d managed to hold on to despite my overwhelming pleasure. He kept reminding me of all the reasons I fell so hard for him. I was sure that I stared at him with blatant longing, but I couldn’t help it.

Finally, I yanked my heart and brain back from the past and asked, “Your place or mine?”

“I want you in my bed,” he said without hesitation.

My heart flip-flopped while he got out his key and opened his door. The instant it closed behind us, he pulled me into his arms and kissed me so passionately that I was sure my clothes would melt off. I dropped my purse to wind my arms around his neck as I kissed him back with fervor.

He continued to devour my mouth even as he shuffled us out of the living room and into his bedroom. He flipped on the light, which struck my self-conscious cord. Sure, we slept together weeks ago, but no matter how many times we did, I’d likely always feel a little nervous. I was no slacker, but the man had dated his fair share of models over the years. Tall, lithe, physically perfect supermodels. Damn the blogs for rubbing it in my face for years.

“What’s wrong?” he asked as he tore his lips away from mine to peer at me. “I felt you… change.”

Goodness, he was still so attuned to my moods. The mixed signals that Alex had been giving me since our reunion gave me emotional whiplash. Did he really hate me or not? Was it possible to earn his forgiveness…?

“Liv?”

I blinked and jumped out of my head. “I’m sorry. I was just…”

“Are you having second thoughts? We can stop?—”

“No.” My hands slid inside his blazer to push it off his shoulders. “The last thing I want to do is stop.”

I then unbuckled his belt and tugged it out of his pant loops with a dramatic whip of the hand. His eyes were glued to my face even as I undid the button of his slacks and unzipped it. Maybe he was looking for a sign of my uncertainty…

I continued. “I screwed you earlier in the proverbial boardroom. Now I want to screw you in the bedroom.”

His eyebrows shot up and then amusement lit his eyes.

I shoved him onto the bed, and he dropped with a laugh. As I yanked my camisole over my head, discarded my bra, and dropped my skirt, his amusement quickly changed to desire.

His gaze raked over me as I straddled him, clad in only my underwear and still wearing my nude pumps. I should have listened to Elena and bought that sexy pair of red heels. Those would have looked so much better in a hot situation like this. However, I never imagined that I’d find myself back in this sensual master’s hands.

Alex palmed my hips and purred, “I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but I fucking love it.”

My cheeks got hot even as I tried to maintain my new role as a confident seductress. I liked that he loved this new fun me. Those drinks we had at dinner, plus the two bottles of champagne at the club were working their magic and putting me in Alex’s sexual league.

“But…” His hands tightened on me and that mischievous Alex smirk crept across his face. Before my suspicion could mount, I gasped as I found myself on my back, staring up at him. “I’ll be the one doing the screwing.”

He grinned as he stood up to remove my panties. He slowly tugged it down my legs, keeping his eyes locked with mine. I sucked in a breath at the sight of the dark sexual promise in his eyes. I had always thoroughly enjoyed his screwing. Still, I had to keep up this intriguing, strangely competitive banter we had going. When he dropped his boxers and moved to come back onto the bed, I planted my foot, shoe and all, in the middle of his chest.

He froze, one eyebrow raised and amusement gleaming in his eyes.

I smirked. “Not so fast. Seeing as how I won today, I should be the one in charge here.”

He gripped my ankle and carried my foot down. “I don’t think so, Princess.”

Before he could assert his dominance, I shuffled to my knees and cupped his balls. He groaned and froze again. Satisfaction surged through me, boosting my confidence. Having him like this in my palm and seeing his reaction was surprisingly empowering.

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