Total pages in book: 767
Estimated words: 732023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 3660(@200wpm)___ 2928(@250wpm)___ 2440(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 732023 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 3660(@200wpm)___ 2928(@250wpm)___ 2440(@300wpm)
Then he groaned, head pressing back into the pillow, jaw clenched and fingers digging into her hips.
When the last wave of pleasure subsided, Alena collapsed forward on his chest.
They stayed like that, both panting, his cock buried inside her until it softened enough to slide out.
Alena fought back tears. Her time being his submissive was over. And now she had a job to do. When she started to sit up, Alexander wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head.
She let the tears fall, and hoped he wouldn’t notice a little bit of extra moisture on his already sweat-slicked chest.
Chapter 12
“Alexander? I’m sorry, but…”
He knew what she needed, and knew it was past time for him to let her go.
He kissed the top of her head one more time, then slid her off his chest and onto the bed beside him. He quickly released each cuff, and watched as she rolled her wrists. He checked her ankles, making sure she didn’t have any marks other than some pinkness due to the skin being warmer than the rest of her naked flesh.
Alena sat up, legs curled to one side. It reminded him of the way she’d looked that first night, sitting on the floor with the red cloak hiding all but her legs. Now there was nothing to hide her. She was completely, gloriously naked.
“You need to get some sleep?” Alexander said softly.
“If it was a longer flight, or a night flight…” She sighed and shook her head.
“You’re welcome to sleep here.” He tapped the bed.
“Is this your room?”
“No, a guest room.”
“Oh. I…I think I’ll stay in the room downstairs. My suitcase is there.”
She didn’t look at him. Was she insulted he’d offered her his guest room instead of offering to share his bed? Alexander hadn’t shared his bed with a woman since he’d taken over as CEO. He didn’t let people get that close, and with a house so large it could serve as a boutique hotel, it was easy to have women spend the night without involving the intimacy of sleeping together.
But if that’s what she wanted, if that was what would make her stay…
Alena slid off the bed, and padded naked towards the door. She paused, glancing over her shoulder at him.
Alexander could take a hint. He jumped out of bed and followed her, pausing to quickly dispose of the condom and pull his pants back on. By the time he made it to the main room, she had her panties back on and was fastening her bra. He watched her struggle for a moment then brushed her fingers away, hooking the last closure for her.
She picked up her dress and shimmied into it. He watched her ass as she wiggled. Once the dress was on, he grabbed the zipper, sliding it up.
Dressed but barefoot, she turned to look at him.
There were suddenly a million things he wanted to say, starting with “don’t leave yet” and finishing with the cliched but true “you make me feel something I’ve never felt before.”
She touched his cheek. “My quiet man.”
He leaned his face into her hand. Doing it felt so right, as if he were slipping into something he’d done a thousand times before, but he’d never felt the urge to lean into a woman’s hand.
Only Alena’s.
“Alexander.” The hand on his cheek slid down to his chest. She patted him, and he knew she was about to pull away.
“Alena, wait.”
She glanced up, brows raised in question.
“There’s one thing we haven’t done.”
She smiled. “I’ve wanted to do it all night.”
“I’m sorry I waited.”
She rose up on her toes, he bent his head, and their lips brushed together. They paused, feeling and tasting one another’s breath.
Then his needs—to taste her, claim her, possess her, and punish her—surged up inside him.
Alexander cupped the back of her head. His tongue swiped over her lips, then inside her mouth when she yielded. She sucked his tongue, which made his cock twitch in his pants. Three nights wasn’t enough. He needed more.
That thought was both alarming and invigorating. A wholly unfamiliar desire to simply be near her, to sit beside her on the couch with a glass of wine, to take her out to dinner just to watch her enjoy herself, was hammering at him.
Alena broke the kiss, gently pushing him away with the hand still on his chest. They looked at one another. Her face was pinched with regret. He hoped it was regret that she was leaving, and not that she regretted the kiss.
He wanted to say so damned many things. He wanted to invite her to dinner, to offer her a place in his bed, or to go down and sleep beside her so that when she got up to leave for the airport he’d be right there, able to steal one last kiss.