Page 68 of Set In Stone

When Alexander ended the call, he sat down in his desk chair and beckoned me with one finger to join him. He had that familiar gleam in his eyes, dark and primal. I raised my eyebrows in surprise, swearing that he must have the ability to read my mind. I glanced behind me at thedoor.

“Hold that thought,” I told him. Standing, I hurried over to close and lock the door, then went back to Alexander. Feeling thankful that I opted for a pantsuit over a skirt today, I easily straddled his hips. Alexander pulled me into his arms and pressed a warm kiss to my lips. It started off sweet, but evolved slowly and seductively into something so much more. I felt him harden between our layers of clothing and I nearly moaned. I pushed down, seeking the friction to satisfy the ache that was building. However, instead of pressing against me like I wanted him to, he pulled back to look atme.

“How’s myangel?”

“I got to stare at you for the past five minutes, so I’d say that I’m doing prettygood.”

“Is that so?” he murmured and brought his mouth to my neck. “You liked what yousaw.”

He didn’t phrase it as a question, but more like a statement. It was completely arrogant but, for some reason, I found it to be inexplicablyhot.

“I did,” I breathed and tilted my head to the side, wanting him to ravage me. Sometimes I wondered if I would ever get enough of him. I was already desperate for him, yet we were just intimate less than twelve hours ago. Perhaps it was because of my fear of what may or may not be coming on Monday. Or maybe it was suppressed excitement over landing the Beaumont deal. I also thought it could simply be the fact that I was undeniably addicted. I suspected it was a little bit of allthree.

“That was Hale on the phone,” he murmured in between bites to my neck and nips on my collarbone. I arched against him, encouraging him to takemore.

“Iassumed.”

His hands continued to roam, but he never stopped the conversation as he untucked my blouse. His hands slid up my back and deftly unhooked my bra. He cupped my breasts in his palms and began toknead.

“His mother is leaving the hospital to go back to the long-term care facility in themorning.”

“Hmmm…that’s good to hear,” I murmured. It was great news, but I didn’t particularly care to talk about it. I wanted to focus on his fingers that were pinching my achingnipples.

I reached down in between us and began to unfasten hisbelt.

“I’m going with him in the morning to bring her back. Also, don’t forget to clear your schedule for the Stone Arena ribbon cutting ceremony. It should be an all-day –.” He stopped and hissed when my hand wrapped around his length. “Fuck,Krystina!”

“I don’t want to talk,” I told him as I captured his lower lip between my teeth. He chuckled, his lips vibrating againstmine.

“Why, Miss Cole. I never thought I’d hear you say thosewords.”

Without warning, Alexander reached out and swiped his arm across his desk. Everything, minus his computer, went crashing to the floor. I heard the shattering sound ofglass.

“Alex! You brokesomethi–.”

“Shh. You said you didn’t want to talk, so shut up,” he growled. Lifting me effortlessly, he stood and lay me back against the cool surface of the desk. “Take off yourpants.”

Feeling weakened by the command and edge in his voice, I used one foot at a time to kick off my heels. His eyes were scorching, dark with unexplainable need, as he watched me shimmy my pants down my hips and over my thighs. I began to sit up so I could take them off the rest of the way, but he pushed me back down and did it for meinstead.

After removing the knee-high stockings from my feet, he began to slowly work up my body. He placed hot, open-mouthed kisses over every inch of exposed leg flesh as he went. When he reached the apex of my thighs, he breatheddeep.

“I love your scent,” he groaned and pressed his face against the lace of my panties. “I’ve been hard all day from thinking about you like this. On my desk, spread wide forme.”

I arched under him, needing him to remove the fabric barrier between my sex and hismouth.

“Alex, I need you. Your tongue. Please,” I shamelessly begged. Not needing any more convincing, he looped his index fingers under the side of my panties and tugged them down. Grabbing my ankles, he spread my legs apart, exposing my sex that was already wet with arousal. Standing between my thighs, he leaned forward and slowly unfastened the buttons of myblouse.

The lights in the office were on, and the sky was just dark enough that anyone in a nearby building would be able to see exactly what was happening in Cornerstone Tower. Instead of being worried about it, I felt an incredible surge of excitement. It was strange and twisted. Indecently wonton. It wasn’t that I wanted others to see us, but the idea gave me an unexpectedthrill.

I heard the weight of his pants and belt hit the floor before he shoved my legs apart further. He lowered himself and moved in, taunting me with slow and velvety tongue strokes over my throbbing bundle of nerves. Heat crept over my skin as that familiar moment of bliss built. I knew it wouldn’t take me long, as I was already drenched with desire before his tongue made contact. However, right before I could go over the edge, Alexander pulled back and stood to his full height. Grabbing my hips, he yanked me toward him and notched at myopening.

“Come around my dick,” heordered.

In one swift thrust, he tore into me, so deep that I was nearly brought totears.

“Ah!” I cried out, but found myself suddenly muffled when his hand clamped down over mymouth.

“As much as I love your screams, you have to be quiet. This room isn’t soundproof. Do youunderstand?”

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