Page 83 of Adoration: Isn't What It Seems (Love Isn't What It Seems 2)

“Hello,” the older man interrupted, his composure back. Maybe it was her father. “Nice to meet you, Liberty. I am Alexander Caldwell Sr.” With a shock, I stared at him. This was Alexander’s father. That’s why his features looked so familiar. I glanced back at my husband, finding a murderous expression in his eyes while watching his father. Immediately, my thoughts went back to the comment he made during our honeymoon.

“You have an unusual name. You from the States?” His father tried to make friendly conversation, but seeing Alexander’s reaction put me on the edge. And knowing what his father did, I didn’t want to seem overly friendly.

“Yes, I moved to the UK several years ago.” My answer was curt, taking a cue from my husband.

“We’ll get back to finishing our dinner date. Good evening,” Alexander cut the conversation short, promptly dismissing them and I was so grateful although it seemed slightly rude the way he handled it. But that was Alexander Caldwell, he got to do whatever he wanted because people bowed to him, not the other way around.

For a second, I thought his father was going to ignore Alexander and remain in his spot, staring at me. I wondered what he was staring at, and he opened his mouth when Elizabeth slightly pulled him.

“Let’s go,” she spat and glared at me.

As they walked away, I took another sip of wine. After that encounter, I probably needed a gulp. Absentmindedly, I noticed that his dad glanced back towards us. Alexander’s tense posture changed back to normal with each step his father and Elizabeth took away from us.

I leaned closer to my husband, not caring who’d see or hear and whispered in his ear. “You are so getting lucky tonight.”

His baritone laugh echoed through the restaurant and I loved the sound of it. It was the first time I had heard his laugh and I was mesmerized by it.

“Promise?” There was a note of challenge in his voice, his eyes were dark with desire. I nodded, smiling back at him. To hell with precautions, I’d enjoy him for now. Maybe it would all work out.

Shortly after, we left the restaurant. Alexander had his arm wrapped around my shoulder, and Brandon held his hand as we walked out. I could only imagine what a picture perfect family we made.

I just wasn’t sure whether the joke was on them or me.

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Liberty

Ithought back to last night and heat spread through me, my clit instantly throbbing.

After we tucked Brandon into bed and I shut the door to his room, Alexander’s mouth was on mine. My hands fisted his shirt, desperate to feel him closer. We barely made it to our bedroom door. I tore at his buttons as my entire body trembled with the need for him. He dragged his lips from mine and lifted me into his arms. My breathing was heavy, panting as I roamed my hands all over his toned back. I needed him desperately.

He shut our bedroom door behind us with his foot.

I wiggled out of his arms, down onto my feet.

“You’re not backing out?” he rasped out. His voice held a hint of worry and excitement.

“No,” I said. “There is no way I’m stopping.”

He chuckled as I reached for his unbuttoned shirt, pulled it off his strong shoulders. I wanted this man. I wanted this man so much, it was scary. I reached for his belt buckle and pulled at the leather. We were touching, caressing every inch of skin we could reach. Both of us were frantic with hunger. He pulled my shirt over my head and threw it carelessly while his fingers worked on my jeans. His eyes were blazing as his gaze swiped over my almost naked body. With this man, I’d felt like the most beautiful woman. The feeling was heady and addicting.

Even though we were close, it wasn’t enough. I wanted to feel him. With my hands on his shoulders, I stood on tiptoes and kissed him. I moved my lips on his jawline to his strong neck and down to his pecs. I began to trace worshipping kisses down his perfectly ripped chest. With every touch of my lips, his breath quickened. His hands on my back tensed as if he’d been having a hard time not to grab me and place me on his cock. I pressed my breast to his warm flesh and felt him shudder at the contact, but he didn’t move. I continued exploring his body; he was just perfect. A beautifully sculpted piece of art, mine to enjoy. A lingering thought in the back of my mind was warning me that nobody would ever compare to him.

“Livy,” he breathed out as I placed soft kisses down his happy trail.

With a smile, I went down on my knees and ran the tip of my tongue along his hard shaft, following the thick bulging veins down the satin-smooth flesh.

A soft groan escaped his lips as he spread his legs further.

He shut his eyes, and it brought a sense of power. By just that small act, I was able to affect him. With my eyes locked on his, I traced kisses up his entire length until I reached the tip of his cock and I covered it with my mouth. I sucked hard and deep, taking as much of him as I could into my mouth and down into my throat. I lapped up his pre-cum, and relished the taste of him on my tongue.

A tortured, “Fuck,” left his lips.

And then, I let him do something I had never let another man do. I let him hold my head as he fucked my mouth. His hold was strong but also restrained, showing me just how much he needed me at that moment. His cock grew even bigger in my mouth and he threw his head back as pleasure took over his features. With one more thrust into my mouth, he climaxed. He growled as he watched his cum fill my mouth and I swallowed.

He hauled me off the floor and onto the bed. The look on his eyes told me the calm and collected man was nowhere. This man who looked at me with unadulterated hunger was out of control with his desire. For me.

He ripped my panties into shreds and spread my legs open wide for him. He buried his face between my legs. He was ravenous as he lapped at me. When he took my clit in his mouth and sucked hard, I swore I saw stars.

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