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“I think you have that backward,” he says, mouth still tight even though he takes a small step forward and pulls his tee over his head in one quick move.
“Do you now?”
The thing about Alexander and I is that neither of us makes for a very good bottom. Not with my born superiority complex and his innate cocky dominance nurtured from years of elite sports. It’s made for an interesting dynamic between us, both grappling for a position we’ve become accustomed to.
But with him standing here in front of me, that sculpted body on display, a feast for my hungry eyes, I’m ready to drop to my knees without a second thought.
“That look on your face tells me I’m right,” he gloats.
“Fuck you, Fane.”
“You only call me that when you’re… in a mood.”
Horny is what he means. It’s difficult not to be when I’m in the same room as him.
“I’m in the mood to get you some suits and get the fuck out of here. Focus,” I tell him to do what I can’t as I reach to unbutton his jeans. The rippling abs under my fingers are an indication that Alexander is as worked up as I am.
Sex is not something I take lightly. It’s not something I have often. I’m a picky asshole about who gets near my dick. I always have been. There needs to be something more than fleeting lust for me.
That doesn’t mean I won’t watch and get myself off though.
My friend in New Orleans, Fig, called me the Voyeur Extraordinaire, a name I embraced. He never minded having me in the room as he fucked his way through the city. I don’t have a Fig in Seattle, though. But now I have an Alexander Fane and a Willa Cole.
“That is not how you’re going to get me to focus,” he clips out. He grasps my jaw and collars my neck, stopping me from coming any closer than arm’s length.
“This is going to get very awkward for you when he comes in to take your inseam.”
“Then quit helping me.” He laughs lightly, but it’s tinged with the same heat I feel rushing to places that don’t need encouragement just now. Alexander brushes my hands away and finishes undressing.
“Fine. I’ll just watch.”
“Your preference,” he says. Exactly.
Somehow, we manage to get through the rest of the ordeal without further incident. How, I’m not sure. His body is exceptional. With how much I know he trains; it shouldn’t be surprising. Except I’ve mostly only seen it through a screen while sexting. In the flesh, it’s fucking spectacular. He’s bulked up since I last saw him, his chest thick and thinly covered with hair. I like that he doesn’t shave it like so many men do now.
I can get soft and smooth from a woman. From Alexander, I want his version of rugged masculinity. It’s what initially attracted me to him. He’s polite and personable, exactly what you’d expect from someone who grew up with a big family in a tiny town. Only when he’s feeling aroused or on the ice does he let the other part of him show. The big ego alpha male side. Even then, it’s always with an edge of care and control of himself.
Alexander is a rare find. Our relationship is not defined in any substantial way, but I aim to hold on to it. To develop it into more. Whatever that looks like between the pressures of his career.
“Where is the apartment you’re going to look at,” I ask him when we stop at a favorite restaurant of mine for dinner. An unassuming hole in the wall with a small, but excellent, menu and an abundance of privacy. I’ve ordered a carb lover’s dream meal, while he’s having sensible high protein with vegetables on the side meal. I know he carb loads on some days, today must not be one of them.
“It’s a condo for rent in the building Isla used to live in.” He takes a drink of water and averts his gaze.
“And,” I prompt, confused at his nervous reaction.
“Willa still lives there with her roommate, Kit.”
“Is that a situation we need to discuss?”
“No.”
“Alexander…”
“No, Damian. She’s a friend, nothing more.”
Lie. No matter how many times he says it, it’s no less false. He once told me all his reasons for never pursuing a more personal situation with Willa, but after meeting her, I don’t know that I understand his reasoning anymore.
“I quite liked her. She’s very amusing, not to mention beautiful.” He hums and takes another sip of his water. I take a drink of my gin, mirroring his movements. “Alexander.”
