He loved...her.
Love changed everything. Rearranged the brain and made shit clear.
Breaking the kiss, she said, “Are we doing this, or are you going to stop again?” Her hand trailed down his stomach and it felt like goddamn satin.
“I only stopped last night because you came and then sort of fell apart on me,” he answered with a smile.
“Interesting.”
Pulling the nightshirt over her head, reality set in. He was going to have sex with her again. Full sex. Penetration. Get back that feeling she gave him a few weeks ago. “What do you want, my Lexi?”
Tapping her blood red nail against her cheek, she said, “I need your tongue on my clit.”
“Only a fucking moron would say no to that.” He smirked and kissed her again. “And I’m sorry I’ve been a moron.” His body heated up again and his dick grew painfully hard.
“I forgive you.” She sat up on her knees and with him still leaning against the headboard, she lifted a leg. Spreading for him, she offered herself up to his mouth. The things he could do with this gorgeous plump skin and the tiny slit like a dolphin’s smile.
The sight of her took his breath away. He pushed his fingers into her tight heat pulling a moan from her. He brought his hand back to his face and breathed in her scent. Their eyes locked as he licked his finger. “I’ve never gone down on a woman like this.”
“You were very inspiring that night when you got on top of me and penetrated my mouth.” She tilted her hips and rode his mouth and his tongue.
This was insane and everything he’d been avoiding for weeks. But he was about to give in. Go home again to the place he felt safe and secure.
“Okay, that’s enough.” He gave her an open-mouth kiss on her clit. “On your back. Now.”
“So damn bossy.” She folded in half and next she was on her back, her hands over her head. Her entire body opened for him. When she giggled, her breasts gave an adorable quiver.
He kissed her gorgeous tits then made his way down her stomach, leaving a wet trail from his mouth watering for the taste of her sweet center again. “Open for me. Show me.”
Mine, rumbled in the back of his throat when she complied.
He would never get enough of this bare skin. He’d had his share of shaved and waxed women, but if there was ever a perfect cunt, this was it. Plump and tight. Her perfect swollen flesh sang to him.
His sanity gone, he dipped his tongue and flickered against her nub. A zap of electricity went through his body. He felt every wisp of air from the ceiling fan, to the air vents, to Lexi’s hips circling around his tongue. Each whisper lashed at his body like hot strokes. The way she gasped as he went down her, had him going all in. He treated her to a good old mouth fucking as deep sweeps of his tongue captured her.
“I love how your stubble feels against my skin,” she said, running her nails in his hair.
He wasn’t surprised to hear she loved his scruff, the hard side of him. She liked it a little rough, he remembered. Now, he just wanted to lick and taste her. Slowly make her come undone. The flavor was beyond amazing. If there was a moment he would cry in bed with a woman, it was now. The build up from the last few weeks had been agony.
He’d gotten too lucky that night in the bar. Getting her in his bed after a few hours. And that had been life changing for him. Someone put her in his path for a reason. Sending her back to school where the world would swallow her up would be torture.
How could he let her go?
“I’m so close, Luke.” She pressed his face deeper into his new heaven.
The place he wanted to die in. If he was gonna have a heart attack, he’d want to go fucking the crap out of this woman. Her slit quivered in synch with his tongue, while his lips closed around her clit. She came in his mouth and he let his lust for her go. Gave in to how much he wanted this.
“I’m such a lightweight, huh?” she said, stroking his forehead as he took a last lick.
“No. I love making you come. You make me feel like a god when you’re quick. You coming in my mouth was the most beautiful thing I ever seen.”
“Back atcha.” She stretched, her pink hair loose all around her. His cotton candy pin-up girl, who was secretly brilliant. And all for him.
His dick felt ready to explode and there was no way he’d sleep. He wanted so much to let her suck him off, which he was sure she’d do. Tonight was beautiful, but it was skidding out control fast. He was on the edge.
Without protection.
Swearing under his breath, he said, “Fuck, I don’t have condoms with me. My dick stays in my hands.” He squeezed his heavy cock and began stroking himself. “Watch me.”
“It’s okay. Please.” She took the erection from him, and he gasped when she leaned down to lick him, her tongue sweeping across the head.
“That’s not helping.” Her mouth set off a launch sequence he didn’t have the abort codes for. His conscience battled him. “If I make love to you like this, it’s just this once, and I don’t pull out.”
She’d told him she wasn’t on the pill or wired up with one of those devices women got for years nowadays. She felt amazing even with a condom. How the fuck would he survive feeling her tight wet heat wrapped around his cock with nothing between them?
“Please. I need you inside me again, Luke.” Her fingers scraped at his chest like she couldn’t get close enough to him.
“You asked for it.” He rolled on top of her. “Spread for me.” God, her pussy was beautiful, smooth, plump, and perfect. Losing his mind, he thrust right into her. “Oh fuck,” he groaned.
“We needed this, so badly,” she said with her head dipped back. They were fucking junkies, weren’t they?
“Wrap your legs around me. I don’t have the stamina for skin on skin like this.” His only proud achievement from the last three years was to always—no exceptions—use a condom. Here he was going raw dog.
The world spun around him. Even if everything he worked for slipped away, being inside Lexi made him feel whole. Alive. It was like she was built for him. Just him.
“That’s so good,” she whispered, her face buried against his bare shoulder. He felt the warmth of her mouth and the edge of her teeth as she bit into him.
Trickles of moisture flowed down his cock with each thrust, her lust for him dripped down his balls and the inside of his thigh. Good fucking God, this was so hot. Dirty and forbidden. And the man owned a limo and a penthouse apartment designed for sin.
“Right there, don’t stop.” She found his eyes.
He put his forehead against hers. Pushing away any anger from being reduced to taking pleasure this way. “I’m gonna come. Inside you. Fill you.” Claim you.
Mine.
“I want this. I just want this piece of you.” Her sad voice almost threw him off.
He slowed for a moment, controlling the slick thrusts. Her breasts pushing against his chest felt heavenly. He took a second to look down and between the swells of her tits he saw his cock, how shiny it was.
“That’s only gonna make me come harder,” she whined.
“No fucking kidding.”
With her thighs wrapped around his waist and his hands cupping her ass, he kept that slower rhythm going and within seconds he hardened like steel again. “I’m losing it.”
“Lose it. I’m there.”
He felt her clench, and he thrust impossibly deep this time while rubbing her clit against his shaft. His cock exploded inside her. “Feel that?”
“Yeah. Give me more. I want it.”
His cock throbbed and emptied, euphoria and bliss overwhelming him. But with the last wave of pleasure dread set in.
What have I done?
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Luke
For a guy who graduated salutatorian from Yale, Luke felt like the stupidest son of a bitch on the planet.
Lexi, who’d passed out after they came last night, had the potential to complete him in ways he never imagined. He wanted i
t all with her. Their timing was just awful.
With this trip being such a success, he wondered if he should head out to the other two hotels Tristan had wanted them to see. Without Lexi. Put a little distance between them. She knew having sex changed nothing. It was one heck of a two-second-rule violation.
But he felt stuck trying to do the right thing. Lexi was perfect and impossible at the same time. She had a way of getting under his skin and he needed to be inside his own head now to figure shit out. A weekend in L.A. visiting another hotel and then just chilling the fuck out on the beach was exactly what he needed.
What he couldn’t deny, though, was with Lexi in his bed, his nightmares stayed away. When he finally drifted off on his stomach with his left leg pulled into his chest, he’d slept soundly. But that wasn’t a reason to marry...
Wait... He shook that thought away and anxiously climbed out of bed. Careful not to wake up Lexi, otherwise he’d have to come up with an argument about why they can’t stay in bed and fuck all day.
He didn’t have a good excuse. Only, she wasn’t in the bed.
He slipped on his tight black briefs and left his bedroom, figuring he and Lexi had crossed the line, there was no need to be shy and act like nothing happened. Although, he had to tell her it wasn’t happening again. Not while she worked for him. And even after, they’d have to carefully consider what was best for her, i.e. finishing school. Completing her dream.
“Lexi,” he called out, pushing her bedroom door open.
Seeing her mussed-up sheets reminded him he’d woken her up and lured her into his bed. Even if it’d been unintentional. She had tried to play by the rules. His damn night terrors had screwed that up. After a moment, he realized she didn’t answer him. A peek in her empty bathroom had worry crawling through him. Where had she gone?
For coffee, maybe? The lack of messages waiting on his phone befuddled him. He wondered why she hadn’t woken him up before she left the suite. He blew out his breath and reasoned this was better, gave him time to figure out how to tell her he wanted to go on to California. Alone. Christ, that would hurt her, wouldn’t it?
How would he explain taking her to L.A. for the weekend to Tristan? There. He had his excuse.
He dressed and shuffled down to the lobby. Still no Lexi. Anywhere. Had she gone out for a stroll on the river?
“I would have liked to walk along the river, Lexi,” he whined to himself. Jeez, he was a sad bastard. Trying to push her away then pouting when she put distance between them first.
Back in the suite, he wandered into his bedroom to take a shower and consider breakfast, giving up on Lexi. She was a grown woman with the unquestionable ability to ask for what she wanted. If she wasn’t texting him about his pancake plans, she didn’t want to see him. But why?
He grabbed his phone again to text the time they needed to check out. When it rang, his heart jolted, hoping it was her.
Tristan.
Grrrr.
“Yeah,” he answered.
“Mom’s in the hospital.” The clipped announcement drove a shock of fear through him.
“What?” He spun around, mentally inventorying where all his shit was and how long it would take to shove it all in his luggage. “What happened?”
“She was at yoga and started having trouble breathing. The owner called an ambulance.” His brother’s steady tone scared the hell out of him.
“Fuck me. I... I have the jet here in Chicago. I can get out of here, swing by JFK—”
“Don’t bother. I called Carter Holden. He gave us the Xavier plane. We’re in your limo going to La Guardia now. I waited to call you to see how we’d get down there.”
“Right. Good.” His heart pounded, questions flooding him, one being why Tristan was on his mother’s list to call first. Did she know about him and his dad? Crap, so not the time to pick at that thread. “I’ll be there as soon as I get a hold of Dexter to change our flight plan. Text me the hospital info.”
“Will do. Have Lexi call the limo service we use when we’re in Miami, for when you land.” His brother then huffed out, “Jessie couldn’t reserve you one since I didn’t know when you’d get there.”
“Lexi! Shit. What...what do I do with her?” If he thought scooting away to L.A. without her to see the other hotel would cause an uproar, now he had no choice but to ditch her. “Tristan?”
“She can book herself a flight home.” His brother sounded unusually cold like he’d gone on auto pilot. “She has a company credit card.”
“Right.” He got his head around the urgent situation before him. “Okay. I got this. Get down there. You’re at least a couple of hours ahead of me. Is Gray with you?”
“Yeah, he’s...you know.” A squeak of emotion broke through.
Gray’s a mess, he got it. Poor Tristan got all this dumped on his shoulders.
“Call me with updates, okay?” Luke may have been in Chicago on business, a trip his brother wanted, no, sort of demanded, he take, but it didn’t make him feel any less useless at the moment.
Tristan mumbled something that sounded like a yes then the call ended.
Luke’s breathing turned ragged. If there was a time he needed an assistant, just an assistant, not one he slept with, it was now. He’d been messing up for years. Now, he was paying for that.
He dialed Lexi’s number and set the phone down on speaker while he grabbed anything he could get his hands on. Whatever he left behind, too bad.
Did he feel that way about Lexi?
Shit, she didn’t pick up. And when he didn’t hear her phone go off in the suite, he figured she’d had the mind to take it with her. Just not wake him the fuck up and tell him where she was going. Angered, he stomped back to the phone and sent her a text.
MY MOTHER IS IN THE HOSPTIAL PICK UP YOUR PHONE
He dialed again and at the third ring he saw red, fury boiling his blood. Fuck it. He ended the call and dialed up his pilot. The original plan had been to leave at three pm. It was now eight am. Rush hour for the jet-set pack.
After explaining the situation to Dexter, his pilot gave him the crushing news, “Without a set flight plan, it might take up to three hours to get out of Chicago, sir.”
Three hours. His stomach heaved. He considered rushing to O’Hare and just paying his way on the next flight to Miami. The room began to spin. He felt alone and helpless.
“Sir?” Dexter prodded him.
He released breaths through puckered lips and inhaled through his nose. “I gotta check commercial flights then.” He was having a panic attack for sure.
“To Miami, sir?” Dexter asked.
“Yeah. Do you have that handy?” He just made a one-thousand-dollar-an-hour pilot his assistant.
“I see a few flights to Miami in the next hour. Nothing direct, though.”
“Shit. Okay, change our flight plan.” When Dexter agreed and ended the call, the lack of response from Lexi enraged Luke all over again. No calls. No texts. This wasn’t like her. The dark side of him got ready to type, You’re fired, but a knock on his bedroom door stopped him.
Lexi stood there in running shorts and a hoodie, her hair messed up, pink curls stuck to the sides of her face, and plugs in her ears.
Staring at her, he said, “You got my message?”
“I called you back, but it went to voicemail.” She took cautious steps into his bedroom. “What happened to your mom?” She may have sounded all ‘nothing is wrong,’ but a mountain of tension built between them.
“I don’t know. She was at yoga. She had some kind of attack. Tristan, Laney, and Gray are already on their way.” He kept his back to her, but watched her in the mirror across from the bed.
“Um. Okay.” She ran a hand across her misted forehead. “I’ll call Dexter to move up our flight.”
“I did that.” He couldn’t keep the bite out of his voice.
“Oh. Is he ready for us?”
Our flight? Us? She expected to go with him. To Miami. To deal with his family e
mergency. “No,” he answered. “Please book yourself a flight home to New York. I’m sorry. I don’t mean to ditch you here. And it has nothing to do with last night. Do you understand?” He turned around to finish dumping things into his suitcase.
“Luke, let me do that for you,” she said, pushing him away.
“No. That’s not your job,” he snapped at her.
“Right.” She backed away, hurt in her eyes.
When she headed for the bedroom door, he blurted, “Lexi, I’m sorry.” And cowardly said it to her back.
Her steps came to an abrupt stop, but she didn’t turn around. “Okay.” Over her shoulder, she said, “If it’s okay, I’d like to stay here for the weekend, it being Friday, and all.”
“Why do you want to stay here?” For a moment he thought he’d missed something, but when she turned around, her face, smooth as glass, rattled him.
“It’s nice here.” She tried to hide the hurt in her voice, but he wasn’t buying it. “I’ll, um, give the front desk my credit card to start billing the suite to me.”
Leaving her here in this strange city burned his stomach. “No. I don’t want you staying here alone. I brought you as my employee. If something happens to you—”
“Like what?” She folded her arms, challenging him.
Were they really having this conversation?
“Never mind. Change of plans. You’re coming to Miami with me.”
“No, I’m not,” her snap back at him resembled a shriek.
“The hell you’re not. You work for me. I tell you what to do and where to go.” He couldn’t believe the words coming out of his mouth.
“You’re serious?”
“Yes.” He didn’t have the energy to toss out his usual, as a heart-attack comeback. He was breaking down on the inside.
“I can quit.” She dropped her hands, her face scrunched in anger.
“Then you don’t get your bonus.” He never liked the taste of using money as a weapon on his tongue since his father had screwed around with him. But damn it, this woman might very well be his future. Integrity be damned.
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