This time she just cocked her head and folded her arms over her chest.
Okay. She had a point. “Let me amend that. Do you trust me to help you with your list? I had an idea of how to cross something else off.”
He noticed the pink flush on her cheek bones. The moment she gave him her slow nod, he continued tugging her to the balcony. As soon as she realized where they were headed, she tried to release her hand. “I don’t know what you have planned, but have you forgotten the balcony is completely exposed to the doorman’s office?”
He let his smile speak for him. The look on her face as dawning hit was priceless. Her lips formed a small “O” and her cheeks went pink again. His own skin felt tight. He needed to be with her. He didn’t care where. Floor, bed, couch. Didn’t matter to him. Most of him would prefer no one watch them. But he wasn’t here for himself. He wanted to fulfill a fantasy of hers. Something to cross off her list. And if he was good for nothing else, he was her personal adventurist.
Pulling her to him, he kissed her long and deep pouring out every emotion into her. He tried pulling her through the doorway to the balcony, but her feet rooted to the floor.
“What’s wrong?” He searched her face for some clue that he’d done something wrong.
“I didn’t say I didn’t want to go on the balcony. I just need to psych myself up.”
Nodding solemnly, he bent and traced kisses along her jaw. “Allow me to help.” Opening the sliding glass door, he tugged her through onto the balcony. Under the awning, there was a perfunctory patio table with two chairs and the canvas bench he’d noticed the last time he was here.
Carrying her to the ledge nearest the doormen’s office, he gently placed her down, giving her drugging kisses designed to make her forget her name and where she was. When she moaned against his lips and dug her fingers in his hair, he forgot all about who may or may not be watching. All he knew was that he already loved her. And it terrified him.
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Jaya couldn’t believe what they were doing. She’d been miserable the past few days. Then here he was, about to take her to a fantasy place. The kind of place that people might never get to go. And he was offering it to her on a plate. Or balcony, as the case may be. The breeze blew and she shivered, though not from any cold in the air.
He separated her thighs and stepped between her legs. His lips coaxed a response from hers, nipping and nibbling, exploring and tasting. Alec knew how to kiss. Amongst other things. Her head fogged as the pleasure coursed through her. Senses heightened, Jaya could feel every sensitized patch of flesh as Alec ran his fingers over her upper thighs.
He lifted his lips from hers and she blinked up at his heavy-lidded gaze. “You can turn back at any time, okay? Any time you feel uncomfortable, just tell me. I only want to take care of you.”
She nodded, unable to form any words. What if she couldn’t go through with this? What if she’d taken a hot fantasy and screwed it up by trying to accomplish it? What if—
The corner of his lips tipped up in a lopsided smile. “And no worrying about failure if you want to stop. This is supposed to be fun. No lists. Just feel. Be happy.”
The words were soft and lulled her. The slow circles he drew with his thumb on her thighs sent shivers of excitement through her body as they moved closer and closer to her panty line. As his thumbs snuck under the elastic of the lace fabric, they both groaned. She, because she finally had the contact she’d been craving, and he, likely because he’d found her little surprise.
He smoothed his thumb over her slick folds. “When did you do this?” His voice was rough and disoriented.
She shifted in his grasp, trying to get closer. “The day of the rehearsal dinner. I wanted to surprise you.”
He dropped his head to hers as his thumbs kept up the stroking of her smooth slit to her hyper-sensitive clit. “If I wished I wasn’t such an idiot before. This seals it.”
She ran her teeth over his earlobe and he swore softly. “You’re here now. Want to do something about the surprise?”
His soft laugh didn’t surprise her. This was more the Alec she knew. Not as intense. But the new Alec was hotter, more focused. More determined. As he took her lips again, he shoved down the straps of her dress exposing one of her breasts to his view. She tried to wiggle out of the straps, but he held her tight.
“Not yet. I’ll have you naked soon enough.” He bent his head to suckle her, taking greedy pulls of her nipple. He used his finger to enter her as his thumb continued to stroke her clit.
Unable to think, unable to breathe, all Jaya could do was throw her head back in ecstasy. “Yes, Alec.” She knew what was coming for her. She’d come to crave it. Had been unable to sleep without having him sink into her and give her one of those soul-shattering orgasms. As Alec stroked her tight pussy, she could feel his urgency, his intensity. He wanted her to come. And she was more than ready to comply.
But as she felt the little quakes start deep in her core, Alec slowed the pace of his penetrating finger, then stopped stroking her clit all together. Confused, she looked up at him.
“I know, sweetheart.” He chuckled. “You were so close. But I don’t want you to come without knowing someone else wants you almost as much as I do.”
Whipping her head around, she looked into the window of the doormen’s office to find Marco leaning intently against the window frame. His dark eyes pinned on her and Alec. She could see the intensity in his dark eyes, the need there. It made her hot all over. Even hotter as Alec resumed his ministrations with his fingers and mumbled against her neck, “Do you see what you’re doing to him? Do you see how much he wants you?”
She nodded, and Alec pinched her clit. Surprised at the stinging pleasure-pain, she focused her attention back on him.
“I want to hear you. I want Marco to hear you.” He nuzzled her ear. “One more time. Do you see what you’re doing to him? Do you like him watching you?”
She licked her lips in a vain attempt to bring moisture back to them. “Y-Yes.”
“Can you feel how much I want you?” He drew her hand to his straining cock behind the zipper of his jeans.
She smiled. This was familiar territory. “Yes. Maybe I should help you with that.”
“You should definitely help me with this, but I want your attention, your focus on Marco. I want you to watch him as he watches you. Do you understand?”
She nodded, and then amended her answer with a soft. “Yes, Alec.” Turning her attention back to Marco, she watched as the sexy Brazilian smiled and winked at her. She focused on how Alec was making her feel, how it felt to know Marco was watching her.
Alec hooked his thumbs into her panties, pulling them down her thighs off her feet. When he lowered himself between her legs, she moaned. His tongue, sure and agile, stroked her silken core, teased her clit, and took no prisoners. He made a small humming noise as his lips circled the delicate button and pleasure washed over her. She had no choice but to watch Marco as she wound her hands in Alec’s hair. Her orgasm was quick and came without warning. On a breath, all she could do was moan out, “Alec.”
He was smiling as he came back up her body, placing feathery kisses along the way. “You are so unbelievably beautiful. Do you know that?”
She flushed. She’d never get used to his effusive praising. Especially not in bed. He was completely unselfish and just wanted to give her pleasure.
“Are you okay?”
She melted against him. “Yes. Better than all right.” Lifting her head up, she looked into his eyes. “But I miss you. I want you.”
“Don’t worry, we’re getting to that.” Smoothing his hands over her thighs, he gathered up the fabric of her dress and brought it over her head. As soon as the dress was on the ground, he kissed her long and deep, with intent to brand. Intended to let her know who she was fucking. She tried to help him with his belt and jeans, but he brushed her hands away. “Baby, if you touch me, I’m not going to last very long. A guy’s got to have his
pride.”
Oh right, they weren’t alone. “We can go back inside,” she said as he hurriedly shed his clothes. “You gave me my fantasy.”
Naked, in all his masculine beauty, he studied her. “Are you enjoying yourself?”
She nodded a response. “What do you think?”
“Does it make you uncomfortable?”
She glanced back at Marco, who was slowly stroking himself through his jeans. She knew the right answer was that she was bothered, but the truth was, she wasn’t. It still didn’t feel real. Yes it was Marco. And she knew him, but he was leaving and she wouldn’t have to see him again, so nothing awkward or uncomfortable. “No, it makes me feel sexy and desired.”
His smile was tight. “And you are. I’m aching for you.” The blunt head of his cock nudged her entrance and he cursed.
When Alec entered her, filling her to the hilt, she held onto him tight. She would never get used to how he made her feel. As he held her on the railing, he stroked her nice and slow, rubbing her nipples with his thumbs as if they had all the time in the world. With every stroke, she shivered as the ridge of his cock head reached her G-spot.
“Yes, Alec. Right there.”
“Damn, baby, you’re so tight. I could stay here forever.”
She wrapped her legs around him, lifting her chest to give him better access to her breast. He rewarded her by licking first the left nipple then the right, circling each tip with his sure tongue, drawing a response from her, bringing her closer and closer to another peak. The intimacy rocked her. Desperate to hide from him, from herself, Jaya turned her attention to Marco.
But instead of lessening the intimacy between them, looking at Marco only increased the connection to Alec. She watched, transfixed, as Marco released his magnificent cock from his jeans. He wasn’t as thick as Alec was, but he was a little longer, the skin of his penis darker than his bronzed skin. As he worked his hand over the cock, Jaya could see the drop of moisture oozing out of the tip.
Alec grunted as he slid into her again and again, branding her as his. “Do you want him close enough to touch Jaya? Do you want to feel his hands on you? Do you want to have your ultimate fantasy fulfilled”
Her skin, already so heated from his caress and his lips, burned. Was this wrong? Did she really want this? Could she have sex with Alec and Marco? Could she have Marco’s hands on her body even as Alec loved her? She hesitated. She’d wanted this fantasy, but now that she was here, could she go through with it? Was this about the fantasy or was this about wanting to hide from a level of intimacy with Alec. “No. All I want is you.”
“Are you sure?”
As she nodded slowly, she met Alec’s gaze. From some of their late night pillow talks, she knew he had threesomes before. Maybe with other men? Maybe this was nothing to him. “Being with you is hotter than any random fantasy I had once. This is actually real.”
Alec exhaled a long breath. His eyes burned as he spoke to Marco. “You can only watch. I’m the only one who gets to touch her.”
Jaya shivered at the fierce conviction in his voice. Alec responded to the change in her. His thrusts were no longer measured, but more frenzied, more eager as if staking a claim, marking her as his forever.
Alec kissed her long and deep while he played with her breasts. He broke the kiss and whispered harshly into her ear. “Remembers who’s inside you. Remember who knows how to make you feel good. Remember, I know what you like.”
Alec pinched her nipple and her body quaked. He circled her clit with his thumb and her body rocked into another orgasm she thought would tear her apart.
But he didn’t let her catch her breath, just gritted his teeth over her orgasm and continued to penetrate her with deep strokes.
Alec tipped her torso closer to him so she fell farther onto his cock. “I know what you like, Jaya. Do you want to show your new friend?” She tensed, but he hushed her. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”
She was so boneless, she just relaxed against him. Turning her head to look at Marco, she saw his attention was on Alec’s hand as his finger delved between her ass cheeks to find the bundle of nerves she loved to have stroked. As Alec penetrated with a finger, she held still. He whispered to her, “It’s okay—you can get used to the feeling.”
The look in Marco’s eyes was one of untold lust, but he stroked himself in lazy motions. Alec removed his finger and she whimpered. “It’s okay baby, I just need to hold you tighter so we don’t topple over.”
As Alec held her hips still, his strokes picked up the pace again. Teeth gritted, he looked like he was concentrating on not coming, like he was holding something back from her. She frowned. This was not her Alec. But before she could focus too hard, he took possession of her nipple while his deft fingers found the pocket of nerves at her rear again. Raw pleasure speared and rippled through her and she broke apart again in his arms.
Through her haze of ecstasy-filled orgasm, she barely registered it when Alec ground out a string of unrecognizable words as his release heated her from the inside. Jaya could feel his release deep inside her and she stared at him in wonder. Behind her she heard Marco moan his own release. Her body melted in Alec’s embrace.
Minutes later, after Marco closed the office window and Jaya caught her breath, Alec drew her a bath. He was so gentle with her she could have wept. No one had ever taken care of her like that. When he gently washed her skin and massaged each of her sore muscles, she wondered how she’d survive it when he left her behind.
Chapter Twenty
Alec felt like an ass. A well-sated ass, but an ass nonetheless. An ass who had broken his own rule and fallen hard for an uptight, hyper-planning, gorgeous woman who he’d hurt when he left. She shifted in his arms and he tightened his grip on her. “Where do you think you're going?”
She wiggled again. “I need to finish cleaning up, figure out what I'm wearing to the wedding on Saturday. Prep the cards of “Who's Who” for the wedding. I can't just laze in bed all day.”
He smiled into her hair and the smell of roses wafted into his nostrils. So it was her shampoo that drove him wild. Good to know. He'd buy her a case of it. With his luck, he'd never be able to smell the stuff again without thinking about her. “Yes, you can. When was the last time you slept in past seven in the morning?”
She remained silent.
“It's not a trick question, you know.”
“No. I know. I'm just thinking.”
He chuckled. “You're always up with the birds, huh?”
Giggling she nodded. “Mom used to try and get me to stay in bed. When I was a kid, she'd entice me and Tamara with wrapped sausages in bed if we pretended we were camping. Somehow, I still never made it past eight.”
“But it's not morning, is it.” He kissed her shoulder.
“You do have a point.” He felt some of the tension leave his body as she pressed into him. Her body, the perfect mold for his. His arms tightened again, and he knew he'd have a hell of a time leaving. Temporary or not, his heart was already gone.
He finally took stock of her bedroom layout. It looked like a nod to a contemporary hotel. Everything had its place. Nothing strewn about. She hadn't even known he was coming but her whole place was this pin neat? How could she live like this? He was sure he'd left his underwear right where he'd dropped them in the living room. The one exception to the almost obsessive compulsive neatness was an accent wall. There were five strips of brightly colored paint. “What's with the wall?” She wiggled again, but he held tighter.
She shifted in his arms. “When I moved in here, I thought it might be a good idea to add a little pop of color to things, but every color was a little too much.”
“What was wrong with the red?”
She shook her head. “It was too brick. It looked really dark and sort of made me feel like the room looked like a bordello.
He chuckled. “So what you mean to tell me is the red was too red.”
She smacked his arm. “Not exactly, bu
t I didn’t see myself as really a red person.”
“Okay, so what was wrong with the teal? Too blue?”
“Shut up. It was a little more aquamarine that it looked in the store. Sort of made me seasick.”
“And the lavender, well, I can see why you didn't pick that one. It even makes me want to puke. But what's wrong with the yellow? I think it's nice and cheery.”
She rolled her eyes. “Whatever. I didn't like it.” She wrapped one of the sheets around herself and made to get up. He reached for her.
“Oh, come on, I was only teasing you. Maybe color isn’t your thing. Not everyone has to be Rainbow Bright.”
She sighed and sat on the edge of the bed. “My mom loved color. Every year, she gave me some article of clothing that was so bright it hurt my eyes. Dad always said the bright colors made me look like a tart.”
“Is that where all this comes from? Your father, who's obviously got a stick up his—” She cast him a look and he tried a different tactic. “Okay. What about your clothes? I've never seen you in anything but black and white and gray. Well, there was that one red dress you wore to the club that night. Very hot, by the way.”
“Very hot equals Micha. I don’t think she owns a single neutral color.” She sighed. “Sometimes I wish I could wave a magic wand and it would be done with the perfect color. I don’t want to choose wrong.”
He shook his head. “I don’t really think it’s a’right or wrong’ kind of thing. What are you wearing Saturday?”
Jaya wrapped the blanket even tighter around herself. “What, you're my stylist now?”
“No, but I know what I like. And I have a good idea what might look really good on you.”
Since he met her, he pictured her in the gold color of those shoes she loved so much. “Come on, we'll get in the shower and go shopping. Find you something to wear that will make your father nuts.”
Bingo. That got a sly smile on her face.
“I would love to, but I can’t. Those damn shoes have cost me more than my budget will allow. You forget, I don’t have a permanent job now.”
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