by Angel, April
He pushed the plug in until it was swallowed by her ass. She moaned and pushed back into his hips.
Thrusting his cock into her dripping pussy, she whimpered when he was fully seated.
“God, I’m…it feels—I’m so full.” Panting, she wiggled her hips as though she were trying to get him to move.
He slammed into her pussy, pulled out, and thrust back, making the plug twist in her ass.
“Oh, good God. Andrew—I—” With broken pants, she propelled back into his thrusts, her walls gripping his cock in a silky caress.
He increased the tempo of his thrust. He fisted her hair and ground his hips into her ass cheeks. Her loud whimpers drove him on. Hearing her beg for more increased his urgency. The fluttering of her vaginal muscles and the tensing of her back let him know she was coming.
“Come for me, baby.”
She screamed in bliss, the sound alone, enough to push him over the edge, if he allowed it. Her pussy sucked his cock deep.
He had to take short, fast breaths to keep from spilling inside her.
He pulled out, discarded the condom, and put on the next one. He greased his dick until it was shiny with lube. Removing the plug from her ass, he replaced it with the head of his cock. The combination of his slick cock and her relaxed and well-lubricated muscles were enough to allow him to push slowly into her. The glide was smooth, and she didn’t tense in discomfort when he fit the wide head of his dick into her.
“Relax your muscles some more; push out and it’ll help.” He bit out through gritted teeth.
Her muscles gave and softened around the crown of his shaft. He pushed in some more, heard her pants and noticed her hand had strayed to thrum her clit. He continued to slide in. Andrew drew back and thrust in. Her moans and ragged breaths heaved.
Bit by bit, he continued to push into her. The challenge came in holding back the urge to ram into her balls-deep. Once he got halfway in, he pulled back. He thrust and withdrew in brief, sharp prods, each time pushing a little further. In a tight, silken kiss, her muscles enfolded his shaft. His arm went around her leg to rub over her engorged clit. Once, twice, he flicked.
“Again, come for me, sweetheart.”
He rolled his hips, and she tightened her muscles, squeezing hard when she came around him. Her scream filled the air, and her ass’s grip on his cock became almost painful.
He thrust, groaned, and cursed with every pull of her muscles, the sweet ass unyielding around his dick. The tingle in his spine warned him that his climax was approaching. When it came, it ripped through him, driving down his spine, through his groin, and out his steel-hard cock.
Fingers biting roughly into her hips, he snarled a curse, jerking behind her. The force of his release shook his body. He came so hard his legs almost collapsed. Content and taking deep breaths, he slowed and relished the pleasure filling him. He smiled in satisfaction.
Pulling out of her, he disposed of the condoms in the attached bathroom, brought a damp hand towel, and cleaned her up. In soft, soothing motions, he wiped her with the towel.
He lay down on the bed next to her and dragged her into his arms. Exhausted and already half-asleep, her soft body curled around him.
Chapter Eleven
Alexandra smiled at everyone on her way to work. Who would have thought she’d ever find herself this excited to get to her office? She’d been travelling. She hadn’t had a chance to see Andrew, having arrived just the night before. A smile played along her lips, her thoughts on the last time they’d seen each other, three days before.
He’d made her a candlelit dinner, which she was still impressed with because she couldn’t cook to save her life. They’d made popcorn, watched a romantic comedy, and talked. Whoever said romance was dead hadn’t met Andrew Carter. She was ready to get down on one knee and propose, even if just for his cooking skills. He’d even snuggled with her after sex—that was major.
Then, he’d surprised her with tickets to the Broadway musical she’d been dying to see but kept putting off. He even promised Junior’s cheesecake. How in the world was she not supposed to lose her heart to a man who promised chocolate cheesecake and theater tickets without any qualms about what it would do to his manhood? It was impossible.
She automatically looked toward Andrew’s window when she walked into her office. The smile on her lips died.
She watched Leslie Lynch strip. The supermodel dropped an expensive trench coat to reveal nothing underneath. She tried to see Andrew’s face, but the woman was in her way. The naked woman. The one he was making no moves to stop.
“Oh, hell no.” She refused to be taken for a fool again.
She walked back out the door, ignored the call from her assistant, and continued to make her way to the elevator. Hurt, she tried to keep it together and watched the numbers count down to the lobby. She stepped out of her building and crossed the street. She was seething. The blares of the taxis and the people whining around her added to the anger spiking in her blood.
She had loved the simplicity of their budding romance. Like a flower, their relationship had been flourishing. Now, it seemed he’d cut it from the root.
She dug her nails into her palms. She’d opened up to him. Unlike she’d ever done before, she’d allowed the man to touch a deeper part of her. Tapping her heel in the elevator, she visualized all the ways to kill both of them.
It had been too good to be true. She just knew it. She’d been surprised and a little scared at how quickly things seemed to work between them. Almost as though they’d been together for a long time, they divided their evenings between her place and his. The days that followed were filled with dinners, movies, regular couple stuff.
On his floor, people automatically moved out of her way. Finally she reached his door. Stomach rolling and her hand shaking, she grabbed the handle and took a deep breath.
She flung the door open and took in the scene before her. The model, Leslie, was now draped across his desk as if ready for a photo shoot.
“Leslie, I already told you—” He turned to Alex. “Alexandra—”
“Andrew, darling, tell the cleaning lady this isn’t the time to do your office. We’re in the middle of something right now.”
“Shut up, Leslie.”
Alex took a step toward the woman. “Excuse me?” She bit back the impulse to slap the smirk off the blonde. Andrew was the one at fault here, and he was playing games with her.
“I said we are busy, or can you not see that we’re in the middle of a private moment here? Seriously, Andrew, what does it take to get good help around this place?”
“I said shut up, Leslie.” His voice had become loud.
Locking her gaze to his, Alex watched the anger radiating from his eyes. Good, let him be pissed he got caught. “Congratulations, you truly are one miserable son of a bitch. I should’ve known this was going to happen.” She shook her head at her own stupidity.
“Alexandra.” He looked from the woman on his desk to her and shook his head. “It’s not what it looks like.”
Famous last words, they were so clichéd she was unable to stop rolling her eyes. She might have kept her cool if he hadn’t said that. It was the same line Jerk-off Jack had given her before he decided to go with honesty. Giving a short, bitter laugh, she narrowed her eyes. “No. Now it’s your turn to shut up! You don’t get to say anything to me anymore. Don’t come near me, or I swear you’ll regret it for the rest of your life.” She smiled at the model. “You can have him, but I’d be wary of leaving town, he might just replace you with something new.” Alex walked out just when the blonde grabbed Andrew by the arm.
The loud bang when she slammed his door reverberated around the floor. She shoved her way through a group of men and ran into the elevator. Down the hall, she saw Andrew try to get through the same group of men to reach her. They stopped him, all asking questions. He attempted to walk past but was surrounded. Yelling her name, his furious face was the last thing she saw when the doors closed.
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“What are you doing here?” Nina pushed Alex toward a chair, her gaze much too probing.
“I just—” Alex struggled to get the words out.
“What? What happened?”
To her horror, her eyes filled with tears. The story spilled from her trembling lips and, upset and hurt, she realized how much she’d come to care for the man. Dear God, she loved him. Her heart, uncaring that it was too soon and not heeding her advice, had fallen for him. It had claimed him as its own and was shattered into a million pieces, and she wasn’t sure how to fix it. Wallowing in self-pity, she watched Nina pace around the office.
“You need to talk to him again.”
“No. I can’t do it. I don’t want to hear his excuses.”
“What if there’s no excuse? What if it really wasn’t what it looked like?” Nina pulled a chair in front of her and sat down, taking Alex’s hands in her own. “I didn’t get the player vibe from him. He always breaks things off, takes time alone before moving on to the next relationship. Think about it. I heard he broke up with her months ago. It just doesn’t sound like him.”
Appalled with the situation and suddenly exhausted, she wiped at her eyes, trying to get a hold of her misery. “Yeah? Well, good for him. Too bad he didn’t follow his normal action plan this time.”
“Alex, stop. You really need to talk to him.”
“No, and you know what? I’m getting out of here.” The idea struck and took hold. She needed to get out of town, right now.
“What? Where are you going? You can’t hide from your problems. This isn’t like you. You’re the first person to tell me to face things head on.” Nina shook her head, her face looking bewildered.
But she wasn’t the one in love with a jerk, Alex was. And if she went back to her office, she might just ignore what she saw and forgive his transgression. And the last thing she needed was to look at his window all day. So not happening. Fool me once…
“Yeah? Well, in this case I’ll take the coward’s way out. My heart is broken, and I have to think. I’m going to the cabin. I need to breathe, away from my office.”
Chapter Twelve
At his desk, Andrew slammed the phone down for the hundredth time. Alexandra wasn’t taking his calls. Tired of leaving messages, he hung up whenever the answering machine came on. When she’d left his office, he tried to follow her, but had been bombarded with questions from a group of employees. By the time he got to the lobby, she was long gone.
He’d gone straight for her office and waited, but she didn’t return. She didn’t go home either, so he wasn’t sure where else to look.
Hours went by without speaking to her, and he cursed his stupidity. Instead of being shocked into idiocy, he should’ve gotten Leslie out of his office immediately. At least he’d been smart in one sense. He’d informed security about Leslie, telling them never to allow her past the lobby again. Talk about shutting the stable door after the damn horse had bolted.
It was after seven when his door opened and a beautiful young woman he recognized walked in. Nina. Alex’s cousin.
He jumped to his feet, heart pounding. “Where is she?”
“Now hold on a fucking second. You’re the one who needs to answer some questions here.” She shut the door behind her softly and took a seat at one of the chairs facing his desk.
“I’m sorry. I just—I need to see her.” He ran a hand through his hair.
She narrowed her eyes at him. “You’re the one who is making me look like an ass, buddy.”
“Yeah? How’s that?” Was she there to help or what?
“Because no matter how cute you are, if it weren’t for me, she wouldn’t have given you a chance in the first place.” She smiled.
“Why wouldn’t she have given me a chance?”
She leaned forward, her face serious. “Her asshole ex cheated on her, pretty much dragged all her self-confidence through the mud. She’s had a hard time trusting her own judgment and other people since. She acted like it was a minor breakup, but I know he messed with her head in the end.”
Quiet, he absorbed her words. Anger surged, and he wished for a way to dole out some pain to the idiot, Alexandra’s ex.
“Why are you telling me this?” He needed to find Alexandra, speak to her.
She sighed, shook her head, and gave him a sad smile. “You see this? Her leaving? She would’ve never done that before. She’s confused, scared she’s made a mistake again, and doesn’t want to get hurt.”
“I would never hurt her. I need to find her, please.” Frustration was clear in his voice.
“Yeah? Well you mind telling me what the hell happened here earlier? After that, I’ll consider helping you.” Folding one leg over the other, she leaned back.
“I have no interest in Leslie. The stupid woman can’t get it through her head we’re through, were through months ago. I’m at my wit’s end with her. Short of calling the police on her, I’m not sure what else to do.” When he saw Nina’s unconvinced look, he sat forward. “Look—” He sighed. “What I’m about to tell you is going to sound strange, but just listen. I—the moment I saw Alexandra, something caught my attention about her. It was like an invisible pull. I found out she had a boyfriend so I stayed away, but the connection I felt was always there. Every time our eyes locked from across our offices, I wanted to talk to her. These days of us getting to know each other? I’ve never felt so…at peace. I don’t want to lose that. I would never hurt her. Please, just tell me where to find her. I promise I only want to make her happy.”
“All right, I can tell you’re not the slime she’s imagining you to be right now. That’s telling you a lot. I had a feeling about you two since the night at the club.” She grinned and studied the nails on her hand.
“So, what should I do?”
“How badly do you want her back?” Her dark brows lifted.
“More than anything.”
“Then I believe you’re going to need to go home and change. Where you’re going, you don’t want to be in a suit.” She smiled again and proceeded to give him instructions to get the only woman ever to own his heart back.
Chapter Thirteen
The sound of a loud purring engine filled the quiet air. Snapped out of her daydreams, she put her book down and opened the door to see a sports car approaching.
No other cabins were nearby. Most of the property that surrounded the immediate area belonged to her. Neither the make nor the model of the car was clear in the gathering darkness. All she knew for sure was that the thing was expensive. Low to the ground, the sleek body hummed, stopping in front of her cabin.
She walked toward the vehicle and stopped a few feet away when the driver’s-side door opened.
Andrew stepped out of the car wearing a black T-shirt and jeans.
“What do you want?” She hoped he didn’t hear the strain in her voice.
“I didn’t take you for a coward.” His eyes pierced hers, the low light enough to show the anger on his face.
“What? What the hell are you talking about?” Was he crazy? Had he forgotten what she’d seen?
“You left. Didn’t give me a chance to explain, decided without asking that I was guilty of whatever it was you thought was going on.”
“Oh, it was clear to me what was going on. I don’t need to hear this.” She should just walk away and not waste her time with him. She turned, but stopped when he spoke again.
“Yes, you do. Don’t you want to know what happened? What really happened? Know if you were wrong for leaving?” He took a step closer as he spoke.
“No.” Her sad attempt at confidence failed miserably; her voice came out a shaky whisper. Sounding certain was difficult when she’d been questioning everything the past few hours. She stepped back and tried to put some space between them.
“Liar! You want to know.” He sounded so sure, she wanted to slap his confident smirk away.
She folded her arms across her chest and snorted. “Yeah?
Why would I?”
“Because you care.” Voice gone soft, he stepped closer. “Just as I care.”
Her stomach churned, and her heart thudded in her ears. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“It’s OK to be scared or insecure. It’s not OK to allow those feelings to dictate your life.” It frightened her, the way he looked at her, as though he were able to see her deepest, darkest secrets.
“Fine, talk. Say what you need to and go.” She widened her stance, shoving her hands in the back pockets of her denim skirt.
“I’m not sure why Leslie did what she did. Never in the time we dated did she try anything like that. She was always very put together, very proper.” Disbelief appeared in her eyes. “Look, she caught me off guard when she took of the trench. I was in shock when she threw herself on my desk. No woman has ever done that, not in my office.”
Anger exploded through her. Instead of yelling as she wanted to, her voice softened and hitched when she spoke. “Do you take me for an idiot? Oh, yes, poor Andrew. I feel so bad for the poor rich man. It’s just so terrible, women throwing themselves at him all the time. It’s a wonder you don’t go into hiding. If you’re here to feed me crap, get the hell out. I know a plate of bullshit when I see it.”
“It’s not like that.” He started to pace in front of her while he spoke. “I’ve been feeling restless for a while. When you moved in to the office across the street I was instantly attracted to you. I asked about you. I found out you were in a relationship, so I let my attraction sit on the back burner. When I saw you at the club, all alone, something pushed me toward you. After that—” He stopped, turned, and looked at her. The pained but serious look he gave her made her breath catch. He tunneled his fingers through his hair all the while staring at her.
“After that?” She prompted him and held her breath, heart galloping in her chest.