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Sweat beads on my face and my glasses fly off when I collapse back on the bed but the muscles of my body are so languid and relaxed right now that I can’t find it in me to care. He finally eases his fingers out of me, and I sigh with contentment.

His hand drops to my waist and he shifts me up so my entire body is on the bed. I see the blurred shape of his large figure looming over me, the head of his cock dragging up my body leaving a trail of precum. I shiver in anticipation.

He places his forehead to mine and pauses. “Alex?” He pulls back a few inches as his eyes scan my face.

“Shhh, I just want to look at you for a moment. You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs softly. I glance at his face, but I can’t see past the blurred outline. He places my glasses back on my nose and reminds me to keep my eyes on him.

He cups my cheek and leans in, his lips brushing over mine. His thumbs rub my cheeks softly, and I lift my hands up to sink them into his silky hair. He strokes his tongue against mine, and the contact sends a charge of electricity rushing through my veins.

He deepens the kiss, twining his tongue with mine, until we’re sharing breaths. My God, this is the most intimate moment of my life. Nothing comes close to the connection I feel to him right now. My chest tightens. I feel vulnerable, exposed, yet seen and cherished at the same time.

The things this man does to me. No one has ever made me feel this much. As the broad head of his cock kisses my entrance, I’m struck by the thought that I’m done for. This is it for me. Alexander Beaufort isit.

CHAPTER 33

AUTUMN

Ilay on my stomach on the bed languid after coming four times. Warm fingers stroke the small of my back, running upward along my spine and down again. It feels good. Really good. I sigh, melting into the bed in a puddle of limbs.

Alex is lying next to me, his skin radiating warmth, keeping me comfortable in my nakedness. One of his hands moves up to caress my hair. “You’re mine now, Autumn, you know that right?”

“Yours? As in your girlfriend?” I ask, my voice a little scratchy from all the moaning.

“If that’s the title you’re comfortable with, then let’s go with that.” I frown at his cryptic words, but before I can comment his phone starts ringing. He rolls off the bed fluidly taking his heat with him and my frown deepens as I turn my head to face him.

I didn’t realize how much the weight of his life affects him until I see the way his shoulders visibly tense before answering the phone. All relaxation from our session lost. I’m immediately overcome with the need to carry some of his load, to lift the weight even if only temporarily. If I can be the source of his peace, I’ll do whatever it takes to bring it to him as often as he’lllet me. I’m his? That makes him my responsibility now too. One I’m proud to take on. He takes the phone out of his pants pocket and answers.

“Speak.” He frowns and his jaw clenches. Damn it.

“Who did you say is here?” He listens to what the caller says and for some reason tosses a concerned look my way. He curses under his breath and says tersely, “I’m on my way.”

“You’re going somewhere?” I ask.

“No, baby.” He walks to my side of the bed and drops an affectionate kiss on my forehead. “I just have some trash to pick up outside. I’ll be right back.” He disappears through a doorway I’m guessing is the closet and walks back out in pajamas pants and a black shirt. He gives me a short nod as he leaves the room.

I sigh and turn to my back on the bed. I stare at the ceiling blankly for a few minutes. Is it possible to fall for someone this fast? Love is a powerful feeling, but not one I’m overly accustomed to. It took me over a year to say it to Larson, could Alexander really have broken down my walls in such a short time?

My phone pings with an incoming text message. I glance at my purse on the floor a few feet from the bed, next to my rumpled dress. I sigh again as I get out of bed. I take out my phone and see that the text is from Andrea.

So? How did the meeting go? Don’t keep me in suspense!

I smile at my phone but it fades when a stab of guilt consumes me. No. She took back her demand to stay away from her brothers. She even gave her blessing, so to speak. I shake it off and gasp when I see the time. Past one already? I went in for the meeting with Alex around ten.

I walk through a second door in his bedroom, which I assume is the bathroom, and I’m right. A huge en suite with an inviting claw tub and walk-in shower. I stare at the tub longingly for a moment, then turn on the shower.

I play around with the knobs and sigh with relaxation as a barrage of jets spray me with warm water from all angles. I linger in the shower, reluctant to leave, but I have to get back to Liquid Elixir before Andrea suspects something is up. As if she isn’t already suspicious.

I dry my hair as much as I can with a towel and put the damp strands up in a bun. Then I pad into Alex’s closet, which is massive. His clothing is hung with scary precision, but should I expect any less? He’s a controlled, calculated man who doesn’t tolerate sloppiness. Everything is arranged in color-coded sections, even though it’s ninety percent black. Rows and rows of suits line one wall. Different colored ties are folded in a drawer with a glass covering. I can see them from where I’m standing.

Another glassed drawer has a variety of expensive watches. There’s an entire shelf dedicated to shoes. Just how many shoes can one man wear? I linger among his things and try not to snoop. I finally go to the back of the closet where the casual wear is.

I take out a navy blue round neck from the rack then hesitate. How would it look if I wore his clothes to Andrea’s? Bad, it would look bad. I reluctantly return the shirt and go back to the bedroom. I put on my bra and the rumpled dress sans underwear, which I tuck into my purse. I realize that I haven’t replied to Andrea’s message, so I shoot her a text.

It went well. Will tell you all about it when I get home.

I glance around Alex’s room one last time, quickly taking in his jaw-dropping view. I leave, closing the door quietly behind me. I pad softly down the rugged hallway, opting to use the stairs instead of the elevator. My hand trails down the wide railing as I make my way down the stairs. I pause on the first floor and glance at where my bedroom used to be with a sigh.

Whatever. It doesn’t matter that I don’t live here anymore. Alex and I are together now. That’s all that matters. As I reach the ground floor, several raised voices reach my ears from just outside the front door. I can make out Alex’s voice and another eerily familiar one. Larson. I pause, my heart beginning to pound. How did he find me? I tiptoe toward the front door. I’m just about to open it when their words reach my ear.

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