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Alex gives me a big smile. “Did you forget this is my house? If I want to scream bloody murder and make sure everyone within ten miles knows I’m fucking you, then I can do it.”

I stop riding him and sigh. “You know I’m going to have to see her again while she’s here.”

Grabbing my hips, he forces me to move up and down on his cock again. “Then make sure you smile because I’d hate for her to think I’m not good at this.”

Shaking my head, I roll my eyes. “There’s something wrong with you.”

He pushes his hips up so he fills me completely and touches that spot that never fails to drive me wild. “Nothing this can’t fix. Now let me see you ride that cock, baby.”

I push the idea of his mother hearing us fuck out of my mind and close my eyes to concentrate on how incredible he feels inside me. This man may be insane, but God does he know how to please a woman.

We fall into a rhythm with me riding him and him thrusting so that before long the two of us are desperate to come. I kiss his mouth, teasing his tongue with tiny flicks of mine, and he moves his hand up to my hair to tug hard. It sends pain dancing across my scalp, and I swear it’s like with every pull it sends pleasure directly to my pussy.

Sweat rolls down my back and between my breasts, and when Alex sucks a nipple into his mouth, it’s all I can do to not scream in utter ecstasy. His teeth sink into my tender skin, but the pain only serves to bring me more pleasure.

“Yes…don’t stop…” I beg, knowing he’s in this to the end like I am.

Our bodies slam against one another as we race to the moment the two of us crave more than anything else. I feel my orgasm begin deep inside and ride him even harder. All I can think about is coming, and I know by the intense expression on Alex’s face that’s all he can think of too.

Leaning forward, I slide my tongue along the shell of his ear and whisper, “Fuck me, baby. Make me come hard all over that beautiful cock of yours.”

Nothing makes him finish faster than when I talk dirty to him, and he responds by thrusting even harder now. He’s like a jackhammer pounding into my body, and I love it.

“Right there. Harder. Fuck me with all you have, Alex. I want to be so fucking sore that I can’t walk.”

He pulls hard on my hair, tugging my head back so the pain is excruciating, and yet, it’s the most perfect feeling in the world at this moment. I cry out as my release tears through me, not caring if anyone hears me now.

My entire body shakes from my orgasm, my thighs quivering uncontrollably. Alex continues to pump into me, and then he stills as he comes, filling me with everything he has. I collapse against his chest, panting from our fuck session while his heart beats wildly against me.

After a few minutes, he breaks the silence by saying, “What happened to worrying about anyone hearing us?”

I sit back and look down at him and that completely satisfied expression he’s wearing. “I guess I was taken away by the moment.”

Sliding his right hand up to cup my face, he leans forward to kiss me softly on the lips. “I don’t care what it was. That was incredible. You know for a fake couple, we’re pretty real when it comes to sex.”

“So now we’re a fake couple? Jesus, I can’t figure you out. You just told your mother I was your girlfriend, and now we’re fake?”

A slow smile lights up his dark eyes before he shakes his head. “No, this is real. It’s always been real between us, Sasha. When you hated me and I secretly wanted you more than my next breath. When I saw the chance to have you for my own and took it with both hands. When I’m inside you and I’m sure even heaven couldn’t feel more incredible. Always real.”

And that right there, that hint of who Alex Rule keeps hidden from the rest of the world, is the reason I can’t get enough of him.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Alex

My phone vibrates on my nightstand, so I reach over a sleeping Sasha to see who’s calling. Salvatore’s name flashes on my screen, so I quickly answer to hear what he’s found out.

“Boss, are you sitting down? Actually, I should probably tell you what I found out in person. You available in about ten minutes?” he asks in a breathless voice.

“Yeah, but just tell me now,” I snap, not interested in his theatrics right now.

Sasha stirs against my chest, so I quickly change my mind and say, “Okay, ten minutes. Be in my office.”

“Got it. You’re not going to be happy.”

I wince as a shot of pain races down from my shoulder and through the left side of my chest. “I’m not fucking happy that I got shot, so I’m sure I’m not going to be happy to find out who did it. Just be here in ten minutes.”

Already irritated, I look down at Sasha and sigh. She makes me happy. Everything else creates varying stages of irritation in me, for the most part. But not her. Yes, she can be difficult, but unlike other women, she also makes me happier than I’ve ever been in my life.

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