Page 87 of Corrupted Empire

“Are those for me?” she asks, closing the lid of her laptop.

“No.” I bring the roses up to my nose and sniff them thoughtfully. “They’re for my other girlfriend. Do you think she’ll like them?”

I can see Alexis’ attention snag on the title ofgirlfriend. We rarely ever talk about what we are, and almost never broach the subject of what we feel.Girlfriendfeels like an extraordinarily weak descriptor for what Alexis is to me.

“You’re a dog.” She snatches the roses out of my hand and cradles them to her chest. “Did you purposefully get me the same kind of roses as the ones you sent when I was living in the apartment?”

I can still remember the delight on Alexis’ face as I watched her on the screen, receiving her flowers, the way it made my stomach flip and I didn’t know why.

“Yes,” I say. “Because as it turns out, I’m not terribly creative.”

She laughs and sets the roses on the desk, walking around it to place her hands on the lapels of my jacket. Alexis senses the oncoming storm just as much as me, but over the past week she has become a more relaxed, joyful version of herself. When she looks up at me now, it is with bright blue eyes that sparkle with mirth and a cheeky tilt to her full lips.

“How can I thank you?” Alexis asks. Her voice has grown husky, full of promise.

Blood instantly starts to gather in my cock. She has that effect on me. I have gone years without indulging in a woman’s touch, but with Alexis, as soon as the thought enters my head I have to have her. She’s mine. And that claim is one I need to stake over and over again.

“Hmm…” I brush my thumb over her cheek. “I can think of a couple ways, though there is a risk it would wake Harry. Perhaps I should just go…”

I pretend to turn away, and Alexis follows. “I can be quiet. Can you?”

I chuckle, lowering my mouth to hers. “I’ll be holding you to that.”

We kiss. It’s a delicate, almost hesitant touch, like two lovers discovering each other for the first time. My cock is insistent that I get Alexis on her back as soon as possible, but I like taking my time with her. I like the way she sighs when I run a hand over her back or the way she clutches onto my shirt desperately when I deepen the kiss.

I guide her back toward the bed. My hands roam over her body, feeling the taut plane of her back, the ample flesh of her ass, the soft curve of her waist. I press her tightly to my body. I love the way she feels against me, the way her tits flatten against my chest. I love the jut of her hip bones and the way she fits so neatly within my arms that it’s like she was made for me.

I pull away Alexis’ shirt and kiss down her shoulder as I loosen her bra. She moans softly, and the sound sends wildfire blasting through my body—but that’s not the game we’re playing.

“Shh,” I warn, nipping her throat. “I want you completely quiet.”

She nods, and her hand slides between us to land on my impatient bulge. A quiver goes through me. Now I’m the one struggling to stay silent.

I push her back onto the bed. I love the way her tits jiggle. I am unable to resist the urge to lean over and suck one pink-tipped nipple into my mouth. Alexis’s fingers claw into my scalp, and I can tell she’s trying very hard not to make any noise.

I move to the other nipple, rubbing at her mound as I do. The fingers tighten. She’s trying very,veryhard.

I smile as I move down her body, kissing over her stomach and to the top of her pants. I undo them and pull them over her legs. She’s wearing a pink lacy thong underneath. When I rub over the top of it, the fabric is damp. Fuck, she’s already so wet. I don’t think I can hold out from fucking her for much longer. My cock is uncomfortably hard against the zipper of my pants. I crawl off the bed to undress, and Alexis watches me with sexy, half-lidded eyes. She looks like a wet dream.

Finally, I pull her panties over her legs and drop them on the floor. Her naked skin feels like velvet against mine as I climb over her. My cock rubs between her folds, and the sensation of that alone is nearly enough to make me groan with delight.

Alexis pulls my face to hers and kisses me deeply. I grind against her. Electricity skitters over my skin, and everything outside of this bed slows down to a standstill. The head of my cock rubs over her entrance, and I guide my hips forward, relishing her tight heat.

Alexis moans. It’s quiet, but it’s still not allowed. But something about this moment feels different to our usual dynamic, and I don’t want to punish her. I want to show her my soft edges. I want to feel hers.

“Shhh,” I whisper, and then cover her mouth with mine for a sensual, soft kiss.

I bring my hips to meet hers and then pull out again. The tension inside of me builds with each languid thrust. I fuck her like we have all the time in the world, like our enemies aren’t converging on all sides.

Like we are just two normal souls colliding in the ether.

Alexis’ fingers draw a map of passion on my back. Her kiss grows more insistent as she gets closer to coming, and I start to thrust harder. She bites down on the pillow to keep from moaning, and I bite down on her. Our movements grow desperate. Frantic. I feel a tug of need in my balls. I need to come. I need to feel her body squeeze me as she comes too.

Alexis releases a muffled cry into the pillow, and the world turns three degrees to the left. She milks me, and I come hard, jamming my length inside of her one final time. Euphoria spreads through my limbs like a warm mist. I shudder.

We lie in each other’s arms for a long time after that. Still silent, but only because it feels like we can communicate just by touch. The wind rustles through the leaves outside. The clock ticks slowly away on the wall.

The calm before the storm.

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