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I pull her onto my lap to get better access to explore and touch everything. London weighs nothing compared to the weights I lift. She straddles me, hands on my chest again, while mine roam her back.
She feels amazing.
It’s like unwrapping a gift. There’s even a bow. How fitting. I slide both hands under her dress, caressing her thighs until I find her firm ass. I pull her closer, and she lets out another surprised but eager sigh. She presses against my chest, caresses my cheeks, and kisses me exploratively. It feels like she hasn’t been touched in far too long. Or is she always this responsive?
Her gasps and eager panting turn me on incredibly. My hardness strains against my boxers and pants. I want to see her come. Iwant to hear what this gorgeous woman sounds like when she orgasms
And I already know: this won’t be just a one-time thing.
Chapter 19
London
I can’t remember the last time I was this aroused. My heart is pounding, my pulse is so loud I swear he must hear it. It's these small, gentle touches of his large, warm, and strong hands exploring my body that completely undo me. He’s taking his time. A lot of time. Alexander is a true connoisseur, savoring every tiny detail of this one-time thing.
It is just a one-time thing, right? Afterward we’ll go back to boss and assistant. No office affair. Nothing. Right? I don’t want to sleep my way to the top, and I definitely don’t want to make him fall in love with me just so I can keep my job. I simply want him. He’s hot. Damn hot. And I never thought he’d actually be interested in me.
But what if heistaking advantage? What if he thinks I’ll be at his disposal whenever he wants? I'm so confused and thinking is difficult. Or maybe that’s just his hands gripping my ass under my dress, pressing my body against his. And it’s been a while since I noticed how hard he is.
Is this really happening? God, he tastes so good—like pure sin wrapped in a perfectly tailored shirt and well fitted pants. I love his smell. I think I need to buy his cologne and spray it on my pillow so I can sleep better at night. Whoever I marry one day willhaveto wear this. No question.
And he can kiss… oh, he kisses like a god. I don't think my lips have ever experienced such beautiful flattery. I'm completely blown away.
Alexander pushes the bottom part of my dress up over my thighs, sliding his hands over my sides, back, and stomach. He loosens my belt and sets it aside, then he’s able to slip the dress up and off over my body. I break our kiss just long enough to raise my arms and help. Now, sitting in his lap in nothing but white lace panties and a matching bustier with a little bow, I catch his smile before his eyes lock with mine.
“How innocent. I would’ve guessed black—or maybe floral.”
“I didn’t want it to show through. The dress turns a bit transparent in sunlight,” I admit.
“Yes, I noticed.”
“You were watching me?” I ask, surprised.
“All evening,” he confesses easily. “I kept imagining your underwear… and how you’d look naked.”
“Oh really?” I beam at him. God, I love how confident he is. He says what he thinks, takes what he wants. “And yet you left me hanging. Why didn’t you just take me to your room?”
“Because you were pretending to be drunk. Your own fault,” he teases.
“I wanted to test you,” I admit as he unhooks my bra. Gently, he slides the fabric from my shoulders, baring my breasts—and immediately welcomes them with his lips.
“We men aren’t that complicated. Women overthink situations that we’re not even aware of,” he murmurs while licking and teasing my peaks.
Oh fuck, that feels so good. My back arches, one of his hands pressing me against him while the other grips my breast. With my neck extended, my long hair reaches down to my hips. I gently move my pelvis back and forth to tease him a little. Is it working?
“Are you this greedy, London?” he asks.
Yes. Yes, it worked.
“I want you, Alex,” I breathe against his lips, kissing him hungrily as I undo the last buttons of his shirt. He’s working at his pants until I stop him.
“I’ll handle that,” I murmur. I want to unwrap him. My man. My pants. My hard surprise.
First, I undo the last buttons of his shirt while he spreads his arms across the back of the couch. Like a king, he sits there enjoying the little show.
“You have an incredibly beautiful body,” he says with an open smile, eyes roaming without shame. My face heat instantly.
“So do you,” I reply and open his shirt so I can see his firm chest and toned stomach. Next comes his belt and pants. I wanted to take my time, but I'm hungry. So, I tear open the packaging. Zip. And there it stands before me.
