Page 30 of Falling For The Billionaire Rockstar

I laughed. “The room to the left, Alex.” His name felt so refreshing, rolling out of my lips so softly.

He led me to my room and laid me on the bed, his lips never leaving mine as he got on the bed with me. I reached for the hem of the shirt, and he leaned back so I could pull it over his head.

I couldn’t fight back the gasp that escaped my lips as his bare chest came into view. He had the body of a Greek god, his muscles sculpted to the finest details. I ran my fingers over his chest, feeling my wetness soak my underwear.

“You’re so beautiful,” I said.

He leaned down so our lips were inches apart, his thumb sliding tenderly over mine. “Then what would I say about you?”

“If you really think I’m as beautiful as you say you do, then I want you to show me.”

He leaned back and reached for his belt; I heard his buckle as he undid it before the sound of the zipper filled the space between us. It took me a while to realize that I, too, needed to take my clothes off.

I pulled my shirt over my head, and we both slid our jeans off, dumping them on the floor. He reached for the side of my belly, his hands sliding up slowly and reaching behind me to find my bra strap.

He released them and took my bra off slowly, his eyes glowing as he studied me and bit his lower lip. He groped my breasts gently and kneaded them in circular motions as he kissed my neck.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and pushed myself into him, rubbing my pleading wetness against his rock-hard cock, teasing him through the fabric of our underwear. “I want you so badly right now, Alex.”

He laid me on my back and pressed himself against me. I reached for his briefs and pulled them downward, and he helped me take them off completely.

Then he took mine off and got between my thighs again, grabbing the back of my head and pressing my forehead against his. His blue eyes held mine, staring into my soul as he pressed his cock against my swollen lips.

I let out a sharp gasp as he pushed into me, feeling him breach my walls, sliding in slowly and then filling me up. I tightened my legs around him and pushed my hips forward.

He began to thrust into me, groaning as he placed his lips on mine, and I breathed in the air of his lust. His thrusts intensified, and I whipped my head backward as I bit my lower lip.

I couldn’t say anything. There were no words to be said, just the sounds of our passion merging. He lifted me so I was sitting on his lap, continuing to slide in and out of me like it was destiny.

We continued for hours, switching positions as he rode me through different waves of pleasure until my climax burst through me like a raging waterfall, leaving me weak as I fell back into his arms.

We lay still for a moment, our breaths in sync as fatigue wrapped around us like a blanket, and we fell asleep.

Chapter twelve

HE CARES FOR HER

Alexander Steele

Iwoke up to the scent of lavender and coconut, a much better replacement for the weird air freshener the hotel had been using. I smiled inwardly.

But wait a minute, when were they able to come into my room and change the fragrance? Or was it already changed by the time I got back?

What time did I get back?Did I go back to my hotel last night?

I decided to get some more sleep, hoping the fog that blurred my memory would clear by the time I woke. I tugged the sheets closer and turned on my side. My eyes popped wide open as Olivia’s face came into view. I bit back a yell as I sat up straight. I regretted doing that immediately.

I felt my universe spin as my hangover hit me with a raging force, the memories of the passionate night I had shared with her sinking in at the same time.

I groaned as I flung the sheets off my body and shoved my leg to the floor. I found my nakedness in the mirror that hung opposite me.

“Fuck,” I muttered as I scanned the room for my clothes. I found my briefs, grabbed them, and slipped them on quickly before picking up my shirt and jeans from the floor.

I crept to the door and then took one last look at Olivia as she slept, her graceful features highlighted by the rays of sun that seeped in from the window. The most beautiful woman I have ever seen. A small smile curved my lips as I pulled the door open and slid out quietly.

I finished dressing up in the corridor, my head splitting even as I struggled not to move with too much energy.

I walked downstairs and peeked through the window blinds to check if Sam’s car had returned to its usual parking spot. It had not; she was not home.

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