Page 24 of Ardent Desires

“Alexander,” I whisper, not even sure what I’m asking.

“What?” he murmurs, his voice rough, before placing another kiss on my other ankle.

I’m trembling now, my entire body on edge. “You introduced me as your partner.”

His lips linger on my skin before he looks up, meeting my gaze. “We’re working together on the project, aren’t we?”

I don’t know why, but his answer sends a rush of something through me—something I can’t ignore anymore. Without thinking, I lower my legs from his lap and crawl toward him, my body moving on instinct. I kiss him, pressing my lips to his with an urgency that’s been building all night, maybe longer.

He doesn’t hesitate. His hands are on me in an instant, pulling me into his lap as he deepens the kiss. His tongue slips into my mouth, and I moan into him, my hands gripping his shoulders as the heat between us intensifies.

He presses a button, and I hear the soft hum of the privacy screen rising between us and the driver, but I barely register it. All I can focus on is the way he’s kissing me, the way his handsare sliding over my body, gripping my ass, pulling me closer until I’m grinding against him, desperate for more.

“You drive me insane,” he growls against my lips, his hands squeezing my breasts through the fabric of my dress.

I gasp, my head falling back as his mouth moves to my neck, his teeth grazing my skin in a way that has me trembling.It feels too good. Too intense. I should stop. I should say something, but I don’t. I don’t want to. Not when this feels like everything I’ve been wanting for weeks.

I grind against him harder, feeling the hard length of him press against me through his pants, and a surge of desire floods through me. I’m not thinking anymore. I’m just reacting, moving with him, lost in the heat and the overwhelming need.

His hands slide down to my thighs, gripping them tight as he pulls me harder against him, making me moan again. His lips find mine, and the kiss is all-consuming, all need and hunger, and I swear I’m going to combust from the intensity of it.

“Ellie,” he groans, his voice rough and low as he pulls me even closer, his hips grinding up into mine. “You’re fucking killing me.”

I can’t respond, can’t even form words. I’m lost in him, in the way his hands are on me, the way his lips are devouring mine, the way my body feels like it’s on fire. All I can do is hold on and let him take me under.

Chapter six

Heat Unfurled

Xander

Ellie feels fuckingperfectin my arms, soft and full everywhere. Her thick thighs are pressed against mine as she shifts in my lap, those little breathy moans driving me wild. I’m so fucking hard, and every time she whispers my name, I feel like I’m about to lose it.

“Alexander,” she gasps, her voice so soft, as my hands push her breasts together through the fabric of her dress. I groan, leaning forward to nip at her neck, feeling the way her body arches into me. She’s curvy and full, and the way she feels against me—Christ. I’ve wanted her for so long, and now she’s here, in my lap, and I’m losing every bit of control I thought I had.

I shift her, flipping her onto her back on the seat, kneeling between her legs. She watches me through her lashes, her lips swollen from our kisses, her lipstick smudged, looking a perfect mess. My hands skim up her thighs, pushing her dress higher and higher until it’s bunched around her hips.

And that’s when I see it—her drenched black thong.Fuck. I forget to breathe for a second. She’s so wet, so ready, and it’s allfor me. I push her thighs apart and lean down, inhaling the scent of her arousal. The heat coming off her makes my cock ache, and all I can think about is tasting her.

“Wait,” she whispers, her fingers tangling in my hair, tugging just hard enough to make me groan.

I look up, meeting her gaze, and I love the way she looks right now—her lips swollen, her cheeks flushed.Messy. Her lipstick is smeared, her hair slightly out of place, and she’s staring at me with that dazed look that makes me want to devour her.

“We don’t have to do this,” she murmurs, uncertainty flickering in her eyes.

I shake my head, the need in me too strong. “I’m dying for a taste,” I growl, pressing a kiss to the inside of her thigh. “Just one taste, please.”

She hesitates, then nods, her breath catching.

I grip her thighs, pushing them wider, and lean in, pressing my tongue against the fabric of her thong. She whimpers, her hips lifting slightly, and the sound goes straight to my cock. I grind my face against her, tasting her through the thin material, my hands squeezing her thighs as I press deeper.

She’s fucking soaking.

I slide her panties to the side, revealing her—wet, glistening, and pink—and I forget how to breathe again. She’s perfect. Fucking perfect. I know, in this moment, that this image of her, spread out in front of me, will be burned into my mind for the rest of my life. I can’t wait another second—I dive in, licking her slowly, tasting her properly.

She tastes like honey and vanilla, sweet and addictive. I groan as the flavor bursts on my tongue, gripping her thighs harder as I suck her clit into my mouth. She moans, her hands tugging harder at my hair, her hips grinding against my face.

I can feel myself leaking in my boxers, already so fucking turned on just from the taste of her. I suck her harder, lickingand grinding my face against her until her thighs tremble around my head. I lose myself in the rhythm, the way she’s whimpering, the way she’s losing control under me.

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