by C. Shell
"Stop over thinking everything Jessica," he growls out nipping ear. "I want you. All of you. Not just your body and not just for one night. Now turn off that pretty brain of yours."
I don't know what to do.
"Don't fight this," he said quietly, his face softening.
I have lost all sense of what is right and wrong. I stop thinking when he is this close. "You can have my body but I won't promise you anything else," I sigh in frustration. I barely recognize my own voice. "Just sex. Mind blowing unattached sex."
"OK, for now Ms. Grayson," he says with a wicked grin. The determined gleam in his eye has me second guessing my ability to play his games, but I will try.
"Why did you cover up my mark?" He growls into my neck.
It takes me a moment to realize what he is talking about. I forgot all about it. Pulling back I give him my best Your-an-asshole look. "Just sex remember? You don't get to mark me as yours Mr. Strong Arms."
He gives me a quizzical look. "Mr. Strong Arms?"
"Sorry, it's an inside joke," I say trying to stifle a giggle as he rolls his eyes at me
"You know my love it is said that nicknames are a term of endearment."
"Maybe, but I like to think of it as a way to keep all my many men separated. A nickname keeps me from calling out the wrong name when I come." I say with a smirk of my own.
Nipping my earlobe hard he causes my laughter to cease and a delicious shiver to run down my body. "Don't push me love. I told you before I don't share and I have no qualms running down anyone who gets in the way of something I want. Especially something that is already mine." His gravelly voice leaves no room for questions or remarks.
"You're going home with me tonight Jessica and we are going to finish what we started in my office. There will be no more augment about what is and what is not mine."
Oh.....this is news
"Ask nicely Mr. Harlow," I whisper against his ear.
"Jessica would you please accompany me home tonight so I can fuck you endlessly?" He asks rubbing seductively against my heavy breasts.
Who could say no to that?
"Yes....Yes I will."
Chapter 6
Realization dawns on me. "I left Jane inside. I cannot just leave her here plus I need to pay for my portion of the bill," I say picking up my clothes around me as I start to re-dress.
Grabbing my hands he stops me. "My driver Carson will handle it. You are not walking out on me again," he says simply as he pushes a button on the panel behind him.
I look at him cautiously as a man's voice comes through the speaker," Yes Mr. Harlow?"
"Carson please go into the restaurant and let Ms. Grayson's friend Jane know that she will be accompanying me home. Pay their bill and have Ms. Grayson's dinner boxed up to go."
"What?" I stammer. "No, I need to go inside. That is beyond rude and I don't blow off my friends this way." I try once again to get dressed but Alex grips me harder refusing to release my hands.
"You are more than welcome to call her and make your peace but there is no way in hell I am letting you out of this limo," he says flatly. "You my love have a horrible history of bolting the moment you get a moment to yourself and that pretty head of yours starts working overtime."
Control freak!
My exaggerated eye roll and go to hell look I throw his way do not go unnoticed. I can tell he wants to say something but for once keeps his extremely fine lips shut.
"Fine," I exhale in defeat. "Can you please release my hands so that I may text Jane and throw myself at her mercy?"
He actually takes a moment to think about it before releasing me. I can feel his eyes plastered on me as though I might dash out the door and run away half naked at any moment.
That would be interesting. It might be worth the embarrassment just to see him blow his lid.
I quickly text Jane just as Carson returns to the car with my meal in hand. I cannot see him through the black car partition but his raspy voice comes over the speaker letting us know everything has been taken care of. Alex thanks him and then we are off.
Me: Please forgive me, I am so sorry.
Jane: You are forgiven. I actually called Jax and he is meeting me up here.
Me: I will make it up to you. Alex is being a bit controlling and contrite tonight
Jane: Never thought I would see it but you have finally met your match
Me: We'll see about that. I will be home tomorrow morning in time to head to work with you
Jane: Ok, be careful. Call me if you need anything
I throw my phone back in my purse on a sigh. Reaching across the seat I collect my shirt, bra and shirt with the intention of getting dressed before we reach Alex's home. I wonder what type of home he has; will it be a lavish condo or an obscenely huge mansion?
I manage to get my bra back on but the rest of my clothes are ripped from my hands and thrown across the seat as his hand hooks around my waist yanking me back onto his lap. My protest goes unheard as his lips devour mine in a possessive and hungry manner that takes my breath away and has me begging for more.
I ache to touch him as I place light kisses on his face, throat, and lips. I run my hands through his hair pulling him closer to me. The man reeks of sex and that familiar clean water scent. With one hand still holding my waist his other hand trails down my neck, squeezing my breast roughly through my bra making me gasp. My body is on fire and totally aroused. My panties are ruined and soaked as hot liquid seeps from my core. I push down grinding my soaked center against his cock, causing my pussy to quiver with anticipation. Alex moans my name as he bites my shoulder, hard enough to mark me again. I relish in the fact that I am able to drive him as crazy as he does me.
"You are so beautiful Jessica. My beautiful Jessica," he murmurs. His voice rough with need.
"I want you Alex," I say quietly against his lips. His eyes glisten and darken as they look me over memorizing every inch of my body. The gleam in his eye tells me he is in charge and knows what he is doing.
"Not here baby, not like this," he whispers. Slipping a hand down between our bodies he hisses, "Damn baby you are so hot and wet for me. Lean back and let me take care of you."
Grabbing my waist he lifts me off of him and lays me out on the seat beside him. The cool leather is a shock to my hot skin. My eyes stay trained on him as he leans over pulling the top of my black lace bra down so that my breasts spill out. My taunt nipples beg for his touch.
I arch my back thrusting my chest forward begging him to touch me. His hand palms my breasts, squeezing and pinching my throbbing nipples. I want to touch him and try to pull him closer to me but am stilled when his free hand grabs my wrists holding them together above my head, immobilizing my movements.
"You look so sexy like this," he says with complete admiration. I want you tied to my bed just like this, maybe even blindfolded."He muses.
I can't say anything; the lump in my throat robs me of any response. My breathing is shallow and my heart is beating so fast and loud it hurts.
Bending his head he takes one of my nipples into his hot mouth, rolling it around with his tongue and nipping it lightly with his teeth than moves giving my other nipple the same attention. A whimper escapes my mouth. The feeling is exquisite.
"Your mouth is very talented," I purr.
He chuckles," Wait to you see what I can do with my hands and cock,"
Oh...please show me
My breathing goes into overdrive as he trails kisses down my stomach, licking my belly button, than stopping just above my throbbing clit. He looks up at me with a smirking grin. "You smell heavenly baby, I bet you taste just as sweet too."
"Please... do it." I barely recognize my own voice, it sounds so scratchy and hoarse.
"Do what baby?" He drawls out as his warm breath teases my body.
I shoot him a murderous glare which just makes him laugh. He plants wet kisses all over my inner thighs and legs but is careful not to touch my clit or weeping slit. I shutter and
squirm all over the seat trying to steer him closer to where I need him, but he keeps moving everywhere but there.
Propping up on one arm he looks me straight in the eyes. "Tell me what you want Jessica. I can continue to play this game all night."
Biting my bottom lip to stifle my aggravated scream and give in. "Lick me. Please lick my pussy, my clit and everywhere in between," I plead.
I have never had to verbalize what I want from a man and having to do it now does not sit well with me but I am too far gone to be shy now.
He is fighting a grin as he rips off my lace panties as though they were made of nothing but tissue paper and stuffs them into his jacket pocket. I stare up him shocked and a bit pissed off.
"Those were my favorite panties. I would have taken them off. You didn't have to rip them," I say accusingly.
"Hush Jessica, they are mine now," he says forcefully. I will buy you more later. Now lie back down so I can taste you."
I nod mutely. He spreads my legs apart never taking his eyes off of mine. I blush a bright red feeling completely exposed and vulnerable. Lowering his head he licks me from ass to clit, the sensation makes me buck. Releasing my hands he holds my hips down and repeats the motion. Throwing back my head I fist my hands in his hair as my core tightens. Alex runs small circles with his thumb over my clit as he slips one finger inside of me.
"You are so tight baby," he grasps.
"I need to come Alex," I beg as my body aches for more.
"You will my love...when I am ready for you to."
I moan shamelessly as he works his finger in and out of me, trading one finger for two. Throwing my head back I clench my hands into the leather seat trying to steady myself. I feel my orgasm building with intensity. I tilt my hips trying to get the friction I need to throw me over but he continues to hold me down not giving me an inch of leverage.
"Do you want to feel my mouth on you baby? Do you want to feel me sucking that pretty clit of yours?"
"Yes!" I cry out.
He twists his fingers in a come here motion while sucking hard and nipping my clit with his teeth. I grab his hair with my both hands as my body trembles with a powerful orgasm. I Scream out loud as my senses go into overload. It is the most incredible intense feeling. He continues to work me, easing me down as the waves decrease and my body stops shaking.
Opening my eyes slowly I find Alex hovering over me. Watching me with a small smile on his lips. I am exhausted and the realization that we are still in the limo hits me. I glace towards the partition wondering if his driver heard me and cover me face at the realization that he probably did.
Sensing my apprehension Alex says," Don't worry about it. This area is very sound proof but even if he did hear anything he would never say anything. All my employees must sign a confidentiality agreement before working for me."
"Oh... So you do this often," I grate. Why do I always choose the playboys?
"No Ms. Grayson I do not make a habit of picking up beautiful woman and driving them to climax in the back of my limo," he affirms. "I am a very private person and do not like others to know my business."
I am too tired to speak so I just nod. Feeling embarrassed by my lack of clothing I sit up and quickly dress minus the panties that are still stuffed in his jacket pocket. I feel his eyes on me as he also dresses but does not say anything. Ten minutes later we pull into the parking garage at Glimmer Magazine. Confused I turn to Alex who is already stepping out of the car and holding out a hand to help me out.
"Why are we at your office?"
"Because Ms. Grayson this is also where I live. When I took over the magazine from my mom I transformed the top level into my penthouse."
Taking my bagged dinner from Carlson he leads me though the glass entry doors steering me towards the elevator banks with his hand on the small of my back. The simple touch re-ignites a burn deep in my belly. Ushering me into the awaiting elevator I wait against the car wall while he pushes the button P, obviously for penthouse and scans his security card. Nervous flutters erupt in my stomach the closer we ascend to our destination.
Get a grip Jess he just went down on you in a limo, sex should be a piece of cake after that.
The doors open to a large open entry way with white marbled floors and high ceilings. Ushering me in he leads me to into the main room. The sound of my heels clicking against the marble resonates throughout the large room. His place is simple, open and spectacular; not that I would expect anything less from him. The decor is done in a dark grey and ivory palette with touches of gold thrown in. Dark wood furnishings, soft leather sofas, modern art and high end decorative elements bring the whole place together. It is masculine but not in a tacky or bachelor pad type of way. The whole back wall is encased in glass with a view similar to his office of downtown Dallas that is breathtaking.
"Your place is gorgeous," I muse as I look around taking it all in. I cannot get over the size of it. You could fit my whole apartment in the living room alone.
"Thanks, I am glad you like it." His voice is sincere and I actually believe he is pleased.
I watch as he walks around turning on lights and shrugging out of his suit jacket and tie tossing them over a nearby chair. He really is amazing to look at. No matter how small the task he moves with a purpose and confidence. Turning back around he catches me drinking in the sight of him and smirks.
"See something you like Ms. Grayson?"
"Maybe," I answer feeling a flush spread in my cheeks from being caught openly ogling him.
Taking my hand he leads me towards the kitchen. The kitchen is a chef's dream. The same color palette continues into this room but what catches my attention right away are the long grey marble counter tops, huge island with built in wood chopping board, and commercial grade stainless steel appliances. Studying the room I can't help but wonder if he actually cooks or if he has someone on staff that does it for him. Probably the later.
"Sit." He commands motioning to one of the bar stools at the end of the breakfast bar. "Relax while I warm up your dinner. You need to keep your strength up. You will need it later," he says with an evil smirk. Seeing him move around the kitchen with ease is a bit shocking. I never would have pegged him as the type of man who would even know how to operate a microwave.
"Water ok or would you prefer something else?" His voice draws me out of my thoughts and I notice he has stopped and is staring at me.
"Oh, um... Water is fine." I don't have the heart to tell him that I have lost my appetite. My stomach is doing too many somersaults to put anything heavy in it right now.
I struggle to find something to talk; even the simplest small talk is completely evading me at the moment. The realization that I really don't know anything about Alex is daunting but that is what I wanted right? This is only about sex. A way to exorcize him from my thoughts so asking him personal questions and trying to get to know him would be pointless.
If I keep telling myself that over and over then maybe I will actually start believing it.
"You're doing it again babe."
"Huh?" I ask shaking myself out of my thoughts. "Did you say something?" I ask mortified that I cannot seem to keep it together around him.
"You need to stop over thinking everything."
Placing a warm plate of my spaghetti in front of me and a glass of ice water he orders," Eat. You will fill better once you have something in your stomach."
I take small bites as my hunger comes back slightly but most of my food ends up being pushed around my plate like when I was a kid. Alex does not seem amused but keeps his opinions to himself for once.
After clearing the table I follow him back into the living room expecting us to retire to the bedroom and start back from where we left off in the car earlier. Alex catches me off guard by walking over to the speaker system by the entry way and messing with his ipod. I start to walk over and see what he is up to when Made for You by One Republic begins streaming through the penthouse speakers. I love this song. Reaching
for my hand he twirls me around than pulls me in close and we start dancing. He is a really good dancer.
My emotions are all over the place as I try to understand this complex man. One minute he is demanding and controlling and the next he is gentle and charismatic. His moods swings give me whip lash.
"What are you thinking?" he breathes in my ear. My head is lying on his chest and my hand is in his while his other hand is tightly wrapped around my waist as we sway to the music. Listening to the lyrics of the song I can't help wondering if we could actually make it work between us? The pull between us is nothing like I have ever experienced with anyone else.
"You confuse me," I confess. My voice is light and I wonder if he even heard me.
I don't want to look up at him. Every time I look into his face I feel like I am losing a piece of myself and that is not something that can happen. Not ever again.
The air around us is thick with that familiar electric charge . Still dancing he kisses my forehead and sighs heavily. I can tell he wants to say something but seems to be picking his words carefully.
"I am not going to pretend I am easy to deal with," he whispers. "I like to be in control of everything that is mine and those around me. I'm demanding and totally relentless when I go after something I really want; like you."
Like me? I wait thinking maybe he is going to say more but he remains silent.
"And?" I probe.
We stop dancing and his fingers pull my chin up so I have to look at him. Those damn green eyes swallow me whole turning my insides into warm liquid. He chuckles softly knowing his affect on me.
"I am not going to apologize for who I am. I need to be in charge and in control, if I was not those things I would not have made my mom's business what it is. I don't know how to be anything else. I promise to do everything in my power not to hurt you." His face is stoic not giving off anything as he watches me carefully but his eyes betray him showing a storm of emotions brewing.
"I am not trying to change you Alex. Hell, It is not my place to do so even if I wanted to. You don't have to explain yourself to me," I say flatly.