Page 30 of Under His Touch

I lift myself from his cock. He groans, and opens some compartment and pulls out a tissue. He wipes me between the legs and my heart wobbles at the gesture. I fix my skirt as he cleans himself and disposes of the tissue, and that’s when a bit of reality creeps in.

“Do you think he heard?” I ask, staring at the privacy panel.

“No, it’s soundproof.” He zips up and leans toward me, a dirty, wicked grin on his face. “I would never put you in a situation where someone could hear or see you, Megan. Not unless you wanted that.”

“Oh,” I say for lack of anything else as I put my bra and blouse back on. This guy really is kinky, and I kind of like that.

He presses a button, and says, “We can head to Central Park now.”

The vehicle turns, and I sway into Alec as he comes to sit beside me. He glances out the window, and from the heavy way he’s breathing, to the way he’s gone quiet and pensive, I get that he has something on his mind. Maybe he, too, is trying to figure out why we keep doing this. As though moving of its own accord, his hand closes over mine and squeezes. I swallow against the tightness in my throat.

“Central Park?” I ask. “Why there?”

“Something I want to show you,” he says quietly without taking his gaze from the road. We sit in silence and a few minutes later, the car stops. Alec opens the privacy barrier. “Thanks, Phillip, we shouldn’t be too long.”

“Take as long as you like, Alec.”

Alec nods, climbs from the car and holds his hand out to me. I accept it and slide out. “Come on,” he says, and I follow him blindly through the park, toward the crowd gathering at the pond.

“Oh, my God, we’re here to see the Mandarin duck, aren’t we?”

He grins. “You ruined the surprise.”

I plant one hand on my hip and eye him. “I’ve really been wanting to see it. Did Amanda tell you about this, too?”

“No, I figured this one out all on my own. You always used to love coming here to feed the ducks.” A chill goes through me, and he tugs me to him. One arm circles my body and he runs his hand up and down my arms to warm me.

“You remembered,” I say quietly, touched that he took me here—then and now.

“I remember.”

My heart pinches. On my saddest days missing my parents, Alec used to take me to the pond. It was a distraction, and it always helped me clear my head, get it on straight and figure out my future.

We make our way to the edge of the pond to see the beautiful, multicolored duck. “How do you suppose an Asian duck made it to Central Park?” I ask.

“Don’t know. He’s kind of mean, though,” Alec says as the duck nips at a local mallard.

“He’s probably just unsure and feeling lost and territorial,” I say, understanding those emotions exactly after seeing Alec with Danielle tonight.

I glance up at Alec, and his eyes are serious and intense when they meet mine. If I’m not careful, this man is going to ruin me. I turn back to the pond and once again, as I stand here, I realize what’s real, what’s not and what my future holds.

“Let me just say, I don’t really think you have a problem impressing nice girls. I’ve been chatting with another woman online. I’ll set you up a date for next week.” Forcing a smile, I add, “She’s a librarian. Maybe she’s one of those women who are all quiet during the day and real wild at night.” It’s cliché, but I thought that would pull a smile from him, but no, he’s still staring at me like he wants to eat me alive again.

Okay, I get it. There is tension between us, enormous tension, enough to light up Central Park in a blackout, for a week. Maybe Sara was right. Maybe he did like me back in the day, but decided not to start anything because he wasn’t the marrying type, and I wanted the family and kids. Fine, I can live with that rejection now, especially knowing he doesn’t believe in marriage, or love. But at the end of the day, why can’t we continue to have some fun together until I find him a wife. We’re both single, and we clearly fit in the bedroom—or the back of a limo. The man drove straight for my sex when I poked my head through the roof, and I’ll be damned if I didn’t want that. Why deny myself earth-shattering orgasms? If I keep my heart out of it, I can’t see why I should.

“I was thinking,” I say.

“About?”

“You might need more help than I first thought. Maybe it’s a good idea if I continue to be of assistance. You know, to give you practice impressing the girl next door.”

His nostrils flare and even in the dim light I can see the black of his eyes bleed into the blue. “Do you think that’s a good idea?” he asks, and I get it, he wants me physically but he’s as unsure about this idea as I am.

“No, not even a little bit.”

CHAPTER EIGHT

Alec

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