When he’d first seen Alexandra, or Alex, as everyone called her, he’d been run over by instant lust. To call a woman so feminine by a man’s name seemed wrong. In his mind, she was always Alexandra. Her beauty only inflamed his infatuation. With hair that hung in thick, jet-black, glossy waves past her shoulders enhancing her sexy golden skin, she was gorgeous. The aura of self-assurance surrounding her fascinated him.
Dropping his gym bag on the ground, he walked over to his laptop to take a quick glance at his email. He had mistakenly left his webcam recording. Fast-forwarding through the media file, he stopped and played it at regular speed when he saw the image of Alexandra Berte fill his screen. He lowered his face for a closer view. His breath caught when the woman walked toward the large glass window in her office.
Bent at the waist, she hoisted her skirt up, her face creased in disgust. Excitement rushed through him when he took in her half-naked lower body. He knew that even over her clothing she was a sexy little package, but shit, this was his own private strip show. Fuck, the woman had perfect legs.
Slack-jawed, he watched her struggle to remove the sheer material of her nylons. In the process, she exposed every sensual curve for his viewing pleasure. He continued watching her limp and wiggle. He gulped, and her sexy, round ass jiggled in her panties…her teeny, tiny panties.
Chest heaving and almost falling out of her purple top, she bent forward some more, giving him a clear bird’s-eye view of her creamy breasts. Caught on something, she tumbled backward. Her body turned until her mouthwatering ass kissed the glass, leaving an imprint of two perfect globes. Face red with frustration, she tried to stand without falling over.
His throat was dry, and his hands were in fists. He wanted to reach out and help her balance. At long last, she got the offensive material off. Tossing the torn nylons on the floor, she stomped on them. He chuckled at the glare she threw the fabric as she threw it in the trash.
She turned her still-pink face and flashing eyes to glance at his office. Oblivious to his webcam recording, she sat down, fixed her drooping ponytail, and went to work. He fast-forwarded until he saw her stand, grab her bag, and walk out.
Still dazed and with his heart racing, he went to clean himself up. One of the perks of his position was a large, private bathroom with shower included. Replaying the scene he’d just watched, he looped the part where her ass and breasts jiggled for him.
Stripped of his sweaty workout gear, he threw the clothing in the laundry pile, walked into the tiled cubicle, and shut the glass door behind him. Erection throbbing, he soaped his body.
He fisted his dick in a chokehold and thought of sexy Alexandra. Looking for some relief over the lust that surged at thoughts of her, he squeezed, groaning. Images of her sexy mouth, luscious tight nipples, and legs spread open for him to fuck, took over his mind. Eyes closed, he fisted tight and grunted. He thrust his full length into his hand. He pictured her sucking him deep in her mouth.
In the best erotic scene he had ever conjured, she pinched at her taut nipples, blew him, and whimpered in the back of her throat. Her skin was flushed with arousal, and he pictured her growing bolder. She’d pull him out and suck him in, her cheeks hollowed to a suction grip on his dick. In his mind, she ran her tongue on the underside of his cock and his balls drew tight. He worked himself faster in his fist. She opened her throat and took him so far he was unable to see any of himself outside her lips. Inside his head, he fisted her hair and thrust into her lips. The imagined Alexandra hummed in approval at his aggression. He groaned and intensified the pumping of his hand.
“Fuck!”
The tingle of his climax approached in record time. He formed images of her hand jerking him at the same time she blew him. Tension coiled in his gut, and he watched her suck him deep and swallow when he came in her mouth. His movements became short and jerky, and he groaned and shot his semen all over the tiled wall. He leaned against the cool surface and panted.
Her image alone had given him one of the most intense orgasms of his life. His mind wondered what it would be like finally to have one
with
her. His shallow pants and the low tinkle of the spray were the only sounds in the bathroom. A renewed sense of control filled him while he cleaned himself and the wall. If only it had been her soft body he’d been able to come inside of. He dressed and got to work.
Chapter Three
“Alex?”
Lifting her eyes from the blurred figures, she blinked to find Nina stepping through her door and heading straight toward her window. She looked out with the avid attention of a bird of prey hunting for meaty quarry. But Mr. Buff had left for the day, so there was nothing for her to see.
“Sorry, you missed him. He left a while ago, and I don’t think he’s coming back.”
She finished assembling the employee payroll accounts she had been working on and placed them in a drawer. Alex locked the drawer and then shut off her computer. She grabbed her small bag and she stood.
“Oh, did I tell you there’s this new place we have to try?” Nina bombarded her with excitement as she went through the reasons why the new lounge would be fun.
“I don’t know, Nina. I’m not in the mood today.” She sighed. The drive to go out after work was gone. She wanted to go home and mope. Life sucked, men sucked…well, not all men. Mr. Buff seemed to be staring into her office much more often. Every time she looked up from her work, he would be watching her. The two were smiling and waving more than they had ever done before. Or was it just her imagination in overdrive, creating something out of nothing?
“No.
No
me vengas con mierda
. Don’t give me no shit. You know Friday night is our time to relax and unwind. We’re going to this lounge for a little bit. I hear it’s great; my neighbor Jen said it has these super comfy sofas in these dark cubicle areas so you can have privacy. I am dying to see it! And you are not backing out.” Nina turned her smile loose.” Come on, Alex baby.”
“All right, all right. I’m coming.” She joined Nina at the window to stare out at the evening sky.
Nina gave a quick shake of her head. “We’re going to get you someone good, you’ll see. Don’t worry, I’m on the case. I’m going to go through all the clients I know who are nice. Before you know it, you’re going to be barefoot and pregnant in somebody’s kitchen.”
Alex smacked her in the arm while they walked toward the office door. “I’m not looking to be barefoot and pregnant, you nut. I just want to meet a guy I can feel comfortable with for longer than the blink of eye. For a relationship that’s more than a booty call.”
She threw a glance over her shoulder at Mr. Buff’s dark office, sighed, and walked out the door.
* * *
Come Again was packed. Most of the patrons consisted of middle-aged executives and hot twenty-one-year-olds looking to hook up.
Nina was taken away by a group of friends, leaving Alex alone for the moment.
Alex took a seat by the bar. She didn’t order her usual apple martini but instead went straight for the painkiller, Hennessey on the rocks.
She downed the drink in a few gulps. She asked for a refill and turned in her seat to people watch. The liquor went down smoothly; a sense of warmth enveloped her. She looked at the glass. That was some authentic good stuff. Tension slowly drained away.
She licked her lips and took a slower sip of the second glass. The lights dimmed, and dance music pounded out of the overhead speakers. Apparently, Come Again was more a club than a bar, although the whips, chains, and cages that hung from the ceiling made her question what else went on there.
Electricity shot through every nerve ending and pushed her to get on the floor and let loose. She resisted and remained seated. She loved dancing. Alex surveyed the couples on the small dance floor and swayed to the music in her seat.
She glanced around the darkened space. A prickling sensation had her turning to look toward her left. Someone was watching her.
Mr. Buff stood in a dark corner. When their stares collided, her temperature soared. He stared at her while he spoke to another man. God, he looked so big next to other men standing near him. He had to be well over six feet tall, and his dark hair was messy, as though he’d been running his fingers through it.
Unlike the other men in the place, he looked completely casual; he had no suit. Black slacks hugged what she knew were long, super-toned legs. His white shirt was opened at the collar, the sleeves rolled up to show off powerful forearms.
She tightened her hand around the cold, sweaty glass and sucked the rest of the drink down, never taking her eyes off him. The music changed to one of her favorite slow songs. She watched him excuse himself from the other man and prowl toward her. Her stomach churned. She became hyperaware of his body the closer he got. He looked delicious and sinful.
Her breath faltered. She watched him continue walking until he crowded her. In a sensual trance, she gasped as he branched his arms to either side of her. He moved forward, snaked his arms behind her on the bar, and caged her in. Moisture pooled in her cunt, drenching her panties.
A dangerous, giddy thrill raced up her spine. He brought his face down to within inches of hers. She had to tilt her head back, thrusting her breasts out, to look him in the eye. In this position, he dominated. At his mercy, her flesh sizzled.
“Alexandra.”
The hint of mint from his breath caressed her face, he was so close. Smooth and deep with a rough, sexy timber, his voice enhanced the arousal that swelled within her. Belatedly, she realized he hadn’t been drinking. She, on the other hand, had downed those babies like a fish out of water. Wait, did he just call her by her name? How did he know her name?
“Um, hi.”
“Dance?”
She licked her dry lips and watched in fascination when his dark gaze zoomed in and latched on to her mouth. His nose flared, and his jaw clenched. The temperature in her body skyrocketed.
Low flames licked at her veins and flooded her system. Screw waiting for Mr. Right, she wanted Mr. Buff, and by the look in his eyes, she guessed he wanted her too. Wolfish and dark, his scrutiny caressed her flesh, marking a trail of heat.
“OK, but—”
“Andrew.” He backed off enough to grab her hand and help her off the stool.
Even in four-inch heels, she was a full head shorter than him. She allowed him to lead her to the very edge of the dance floor. He twirled her into his arms. The liquor rushed through her, and she almost lost her balance.
He grabbed her by the waist and hauled her into his arms. His hands felt big. Fuck being good, she wanted to be bad, really bad, with him. Eyes closed, she allowed the music to drift in through her pores and settle at her core.
“Alexandra?”
“Hmm?” His body was driving her crazy; he felt so good. He held her tightly with his strong palms and rested his fingers just above the curve of her ass. Rubbing against her belly, the thick length of his erection made her pussy clench.
“Are you still seeing that man?”
She swayed into him. His body heat engulfed her. He trailed a hand up and down her spine, giving her goose bumps. In turn, she moved her hands up to his shoulders.
Tipping her head back, he cupped her jaw with his other hand.
“God, no. He was an ass.”
In slow, deliberate intimacy, he nibbled the corner of her mouth. Then he deftly moved his lips to the shell of her ear. He licked around the contours of her ear until landing in the sensitive spot right behind her lobe. She shuddered in arousal. Smooth and unhurried, he led her away from the dance floor and into one of the dark cubicles, their feet still moving to the tune of the music. The last notes of the song drifted off right when they stopped swaying. She opened her eyes to almost total darkness.
The dim lighting on the edges of the cubicle floor provided a soft glow. He took a step back and pulled her further in with him. The slide and click of the glass door indicated they were, at least partially, out of sight. He stood and watched her. Was he waiting for her permission to continue? Warmth spread through her at the thought.
Maybe she was in over her head, but she’d been dying to get her hands on him. This was her chance to explore. She tunneled her fingers through his thick dark hair, gripping and releasing the strands, loving the silky texture. She took the final step to close the gap between them.
His voice was deep and hoarse. “I’ve wanted to get a taste of you since the first moment I saw your luscious, sexy body.”
She grabbed his hair harder and pulled his head down. “Then what are you waiting for?”
Chapter Four
His lips clashed with hers. Firm and commanding, he guided their movements with precision and ease, always in control. The aggressive side of her growled in approval. Finally, a man who would overpower her dominant urges.
He licked at the seam of her lips. When she didn’t open her mouth, he grunted and nipped at her lower lip. She moaned at the perfect torture. He devoured and plundered the depths of her mouth with his tongue. Whimpers escaped the back of her throat while she rubbed her body against him.
“Fuck. Alexandra, you’re so hot.” Moving his hands down, he squeezed her breasts through the clingy material of her wrap-style dress. He spread the neckline enough to bare her satin-covered tits for his perusal. Without wasting time, he peeled down the satin and latched on to one of her swollen nipples.
“Oh yes. Andrew—yes, yes, more.” The order came out a strangled moan when he bit down and sucked on one tip while rolling and pinching the other.
Her soaked panties were starting to feel uncomfortable. She shoved her chest forward into his face. Stepping back, he toppled into a large, cushioned black chair. He pulled her down to straddle him while he continued to lick and suck at her heavy breasts. Arousal gathered and swelled inside her. She rocked her hips over his erection and whimpered when it rubbed against her swollen clit. Nails digging into his muscular arms, she watched while he continued to curl his tongue over her nipples until all she could think of was pulling him out of his pants and riding him.