Page 94 of Alec’s Dream

“I’m scared of that.”

“Nothing for you to be scared of.”

“I’m falling, Alec.”

God, I can’t believe I admitted that. He was probably going to think I was some sort of crazy person. It was too soon to have those kinds of feelings but they were there. And if he wanted honesty—there he had it.

“Good, baby, you keep falling. And when you’re ready to let go, tell me and I’ll jump with you.”

“I think I just did.”

“You gonna give me everything?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. Now you mind if I finish fucking you so I can clean you up and tuck you in.”

“If you must.” I shrugged like it was no big thing even though I’d pretty much die if he didn’t hurry and get down to business.

“Might need to spank you for that.”

“If that’s part of you getting back to fucking me, I’m down. But can we hurry?”

Alec loomed over me. Big, broad chest on display, nice defined pectoral muscles, flat stomach that didn’t have the cut of a six-pack, but was sexier than any fitness model I’d ever seen, the whole package was sexy as hell. But when Alec brought his thumb to his lips and licked the pad before doing the same to his middle finger, all the while not taking his eyes off me—now that had to be the second most sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

The first being when he told me to watch as he fucked me on the washer.

“You sure you want this?” he asked as he started plucking my nipple.

“Yes.”

His hand moved to the other side, tweaking my other nipple before he gave it a hard pinch.

“You think you can handle me rough?” He dragged his dick out slowly before filling me again. “Christ, Macy, my cock dippin’ in you bare and coming out wet is downright fucking hot.”

He had that right, it was hot, so hot, excitement flooded between my legs.

“Fuck yeah,” Alec groaned. “Gonna fuck you now, baby.”

Alec didn’t fuck me, he powered into me, filling me so full I thought I’d split in half. It didn’t take him long to build us back to where we’d been before our heart-to-heart.

“Oh, God,” I moaned, my orgasm barreling into me fast. “Please don’t stop.”

I wasn’t sure what to concentrate on—his thumb on my clit, his fingers plunking my nipple, his dick pounding deep. All of it so overwhelming I couldn’t stop the onslaught of pleasure.

“Fuck, Macy. So damn good. Gonna come with you.” Alec shoved my hands away from my legs and fell forward, giving me his weight. Right before his mouth took mine he demanded, “Wrap your legs around me and hold the fuck on.”

My muscles protested their new position but I did as he asked and held the fuck on as tightly as I could until his thrusts become choppy and planted deep. Groaning his pleasure in my mouth I tasted something new, something sweeter, something I never thought I’d get from a man—fidelity.

Sweetest taste ever.

28

Alec sat at his desk, his cell to his ear, listening to Jameson.

“That didn’t take long,” Alec noted.

“Nope. Fucker was exactly where Jonny thought he’d be.”