Page 48 of Wanted

“If you say so,” she mumbled, making her way toward the back ofthe shop.I wasn’t going to let anyonedampen my mood, especially someone who didn’t even know him.

Reveling in my own glee for once proved to be an effective toolfor making the workday fly by.

~30~

Sara

After dinner, I agreed to accompany Alek back to his house. I hadn’tbeen there sincethatnight. Pushingall unpleasant thoughts from my mind, I forged ahead with the continuation ofour lovely evening.

“I meant to ask you this at dinner, but I forgot,” I purred as hekissed my neck. We were relaxing on his couch in the den when I decided tobroach the subject of Megan.

“You did?” he teased, pulling my earlobe gently through histeeth. He couldn’t care less what I was trying to ask him, his only concernsurely to rid me of my clothes.

The fact my newest employee couldn’t stand him was weighing on memore than I thought it would.“What didyou ever do to Megan to make her not like you?” I plucked a piece of lint offhis sweater as I waited for his response.

“Who’s Megan?”

“She’s the new girl…you were giving me a hard time about…when youdecided to drop by that one day.” I couldn’t believe he didn’t remember. Itwasn’t as if I hired new people all the time. He shrugged as if he had no ideawho I was talking about. “Well, she sure doesn’t think much of you at all. Youmust be losing the old Devera charm,” I teased as I playfully tapped his cheek.

“Never.” He laughed, digging his fingers into my sides as hetickled me. I fell back on the couch, trying to break his hold, but it was nouse. He laid his body over mine and kissed me, his fingers poised to dig inagain at the moment of his choosing. “Besides, I don’t care what anybody elsethinks about me, except you.”

“But for her to not like you is weird, don’t you think?”

“Well, yeah. But I didn’tdoanything to her, so I can’t really say why she’s turned off by me.” He pushedhis arousal into my belly, stopping all conversations about Megan. “Wanna go tobed?”

How could I ever say no to that question?

Alek was not two steps over the threshold of the bedroom beforehe was stripping off his clothes.He wasonly a couple of paces in front of me, but it was enough of a head start forhim to hop in bed and nestle in.

“Hurry up, baby. I’m getting lonely over here.” He flipped thecovers back as I turned off the overhead light, licking my lips in anticipationof what was to come. Thankfully, the bedside lamp was still on because I almosttripped over his damn shoes.

Alek insisted there always be some sort of light on while we hadsex. He said he loved to watch my body tremble under his touch, and watching myface as he made me come was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.

Who am I to argue?

After quickly discarding my clothes, I snuggled in close, throwingmy leg over his waist and rubbing the neediest part of me against his excitement.I was tracing the lines of his chest when his voice startled me. “You knowwhat? Idoremember who you’retalking about.”

“Hmmm…” I panted, kissing his neck and inhaling his intoxicatingscent.

“Sara? Did you hear me?” My answer to his question was tostraddle his waist, grinding myself on top of him. But for some reason, hewasn’t having any of it. He pushed me back so I was sitting upright, his handson my bare breasts as he held me in place. “Now that you mention it, I still wantyou to give me her information so I can do my own background check.”

Of course, he would pick right then to act like…himself. “Alek,we already discussed this before. I told you then and I’ll tell you now…I’m notgiving you her information. It’s insulting you don’t trust I’ll do myhomework.”

“But you don’t have the same experience I do when it comes todealing with shady people, Sara. I know what to look for that you don’t.” Thewhole time I was sitting on top of him, his fingers played with my breasts, gentlypinching my nipples between his fingers.

“Did you buy a P.I. firm I don’t know about?”

“Ha, ha. Very funny.” He flipped me onto my back, spreading mythighs with his leg. His fingers danced over my skin, goosebumps popping up thelower he ventured. Kissing my belly, he mumbled, “It would make me feel so muchbetter if you just let me handle this.”

Swiveling my hips, I weaved my fingers through his hair as Ipushed him lower still. “You’re doing perfect,” I moaned, “handling…this.”

Pressing my thighs wider apart, he tasted me. His tongue lavishedme while his lips locked around my clit. Sucking gently, I thrust toward hisface as I chased my orgasm. Just as I was on the brink, he pulled back. “Whatare you doing?” I cried out.

“Please, let me handle this.” He sat back on his knees as he ranhis finger through my swollen folds.

“Iwasletting you handleit until you stopped. Now please, stop teasing me,” I pleaded, squeezing mynipples while he looked on.

“I’m not talking about this, Sara,” he said as he palmed me. “I’mtalking about letting me do the background check.”

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