Page 21 of His Secret Betrayal
He winks. “From the gentleman.”
Not sure he’s a gentleman, but okay.
I inhale a deep, fortifying breath before reaching for the glass. There’s a slight tremble in my hand as my lips make contact with the smooth edge. Taking a small, tentative sip, I release a spluttering cough as it burns a path down my esophagus. Despite my watery eyes, I can see the clear amusement curling Alek’s lips.
When I flip him the bird, his shoulders shake with silent laughter.
After a moment’s contemplation, he stands and begins making his way to my end of the bar with his drink. My pulse speeds up with each step that brings him closer to me. By the time he finally makes it to my side, my heart is near to bursting.
Setting his whiskey on the smooth surface of the bar, he takes a seat next to me and turns my way with a teasing twinkle in his eye. “Interesting to find you here.”
I glare at him. “Fuck off.”
“Is that any way to talk to your boss?” he muses. The wry twist of his lips tells me he isn’t offended.
“You’re not my boss right now,” I mutter defiantly.
Alek’s eyes darken. “No, I’m not…” He taps a finger on the sleek surface of the bar top. “Why don’t you just admit you’re curious?”
I blink, barely resisting the urge to shudder at the sensuous purr in his voice when he says the wordcurious.“I’m… curious.”
Alek stares, lips parted.
Yeah, I didn’t really expect that either. Honesty for the win though, I guess.
“Do you…” he begins, trailing off as he licks his lips and seems to think better of whatever was about to come out of his mouth. Mesmerized and unable to help myself, I lean in closer. Alek’s eyes flare wide when my thigh brushes along his, and I don’t immediately jerk away. “Do you want to know what it’s like to dance with another man, Luke?”
My eyes slide towards the dancefloor. “Like…together?”
Duh, Captain Obvious.
“It doesn’t have to mean anything, obviously,” he amends.
I shrug, trying to act casual, as if my heart weren’t climbing into my throat. I decide not to tell him I’ve been here once before, and I was thinking of him that night, too. “Sure.”
When his eyes light up with pleasure, it sends a little thrill through me to know I’ve made him happy in some way. I follow him onto the dancefloor, my eyes trained on the back of those broad shoulders and firm ass as he leads the way. The realization that he’s wearing his usualwhite, long-sleeve business attire in a club but is somehow managing to pull it off without looking out of place has me smirking. What a mismatched pair we’ll make with me dancing next to him in gray skinny jeans and a light green shirt.
Once we’re in the middle of the dancefloor, and I can feel the thumping bass in every inch of my body, Alek spins back around to face me. He grips my hips, spinning me around until my back is plastered to his chest. I gasp at the sensation of his body heat, of every firm and unyielding inch of his body pressing against me. His hands find my hips, his hold so firm it borders on possessive and shocks me with a zap of heat.
“Is this okay?” he rumbles in my ear.
I nod.
“Use your words. I know you have them,” he teases, his warm breath feathering over my ear making me shiver.
“Y-yes.”
His hand gives my hip a hard squeeze. “Let me know if that changes.”
Before I get the chance to overthink this, Alek’s hands are gently wrapping around my wrists and guiding them back until they loop around his neck. Then they’re back on my waist, his hips giving a sensual grind against my ass. I push back instinctively and, before I know it, we’re lost to the music, to the rolling and grinding motions of our bodies.
A hard bulge brushes along the crease of my ass, my eyelids fluttering as I moan.
“I don’t know what I’m doing with you, but I don’t want to stop,” he whispers in my ear, his confession an odd mixture of vulnerable and sensual. Somehow, I know exactly what he means, because I feel it, too.The temptation to give into whatever this is—damn the consequences and damn the people who might get hurt in the process.
My face flushes with the continued exertion, a slick sheen of sweat forming on the back of my neck. And still, we continue to dance. Alek groans when I thrust my ass back and grind over his thick erection. It feels addicting, having his body pressed to mine, his attention zeroed in on me like I’m the only one here.
Or the only one who matters, at least.
