I shake my head, biting my lip to hide my smile.
He nods, grinning too, crushing his lips against mine again.
“We’re going to discuss this in the morning. Sober. I want your absolute one hundred percent confirmation, because I’vebeen holding back so much, Mia. I can’t tell you how much it has killed me to not indulge every fucking instinct I have around you.”
“I feel the same,” I say breathily. I pull my fingers through his hair, tugging on the strands as he kisses me soft and slow. “Is there somewhere we can go?”
“Right now?”
“I’m aching, Alfie. I need you.”
“Fuck, Mia…” He pushes his hair back, his eyes darting around the room.
Austin leans in toward him, whispering something in his ear, and Alfie nods. He slaps him on the back as Olivia giggles into Austin’s chest. Alfie takes my hand, pulling me to the back of the bar where there's a big crowd standing around a pool table. To the right-hand side, there’s a door. Alfie twists the handle, pulling me into the small office. There’s not much. Just a few boxes, a desk and a chair. It seems to act as a part storage room, but I don’t have a chance to think too hard because Alfie pulls me through the door, closing it behind us and flicking the deadbolt across. The music is muffled, and the tight space makes the air feel thicker. He steps into my space, backing me up until my ass hits the desk. It creaks as he lifts me onto it, and he smiles against my lips.
“This desk looks pretty old; we may need to be gentle,” he murmurs.
“You don’t seem like a man who likes to be gentle, Dr. Adams.”
“Fuck, Mia. I dream about fucking you. Did you know that? Did you know how much you occupy my thoughts? I should start charging you.”
His erection presses against my stomach, his hands roam up and down my back as he clings to me. My legs spread on instinctso I can draw him in closer to where I need him. Yeah, I fucking know exactly what he means.
“Alfie, there’s not a day that’s gone by where I haven’t thought about doing this. I’ve had a crush on you for so long, but this…it’s different. The last few weeks have changed things. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted it so badly.”
“Ever?” he whispers, his lips dragging down my neck, causing my back to arch.
“Ever. I don’t think I can even remember anything else from before. It’s like you reset my brain.”
“Hmm, maybe we should conduct a study on it. The effect of sex on our ability to recall previous partners.”
“We haven’t even had sex yet, but I think it depends on the partner.”
“And yet we both know how fucking good it’s going to be, don’t we?”
I hum an agreement against his neck, trailing kisses along the column of his throat.
“We should probably keep the experiment to a small sample for now.”
“I agree.”
“I think two people should be sufficient.”
“Want me to write up our findings? Or would recording sessions be better in this instance?”
He pulls off my top in one fell swoop. Pulling down the cup of my bra so he can drag his teeth over my peaked nipple. I groan, rolling my head back as he sucks and then swirls his tongue, keeping up this pattern at a devastatingly slow rate.
“You want to record us having sex?” He pulls down my bra straps now, unhooking my bra one-handed, which sends a surge of jealousy through me. How does he know how to do that?
I shrug, stepping down from the desk so I can pull my shorts and panties down. I’m naked now, exposed. I could never be thisfree with anyone else. But I trust Alfie. I trust that he’ll take care of me.
“Fuck me, love. You’re so fucking perfect, you know that, right? You’re made for me.”
I whimper as he runs his fingers down my stomach, reaching between my thighs. My arousal lets him know I’m ready.
“Sweetheart, I’m going to give you some relief, okay? But we’re not going all the way right now. I want you in a bed, inmybed. I want us to discuss this before we go too far. Sober.”
I nod my head eagerly. I’ll do anything he asks if he just gives me some relief from this ache that’s been building inside me for months now.
