Page 18 of LA Reign

The air between us vibrates, charged with electricity and tension. My pulse is racing. “He was my first crush. My first kiss,” I admit quietly.

Alejandro’s jaw tightens. “And?”

I suppose I owe him the truth, even if it might only make him more angry. “I guess I thought he would be my first everything else too. But he wasn’t. You know that.”

“So you were in love with him?” He frowns.

“No.” The answer comes easily because it’s the truth. “I cared about him. But I’ve never loved anyone like that before. Nobody but you.” And then I tell him about everything else. How I’d planned to give Bobby my virginity when he came home for Christmas break because I thought it might fix us. How he confessed first. And how it didn’t break my heart the way it should have.

His anger bleeds away as I talk, his dark eyes never leaving mine for a second. When I’ve finished speaking, he pins me against the glass with the weight of his large frame and brushes my hair behind my ear. “I hate that he got your first kiss.”

I stroke my fingers along his strong jawline as he presses his cheek into my palm. “You got my first everything else though.”

His nose runs over my cheek and he inhales, like he’s trying to drink me in. “But I want it all.”

I fist my hands in the lapels of his jacket and tug him an inch closer. “You might not have got my first kiss, but you will get every other one for the rest of my life. Isn’t that enough for you?”

His hands still beside my head, he kisses me softly and I melt into him as he cages me against the window. When I break our kiss for air, he grunts with frustration.

“I don’t have any firsts with you,” I remind him.

His dark eyes narrow and he reaches behind me, pulling down the long zipper at the back of my dress. It falls in a pool of green fabric at my feet. He lifts me, wrapping my legs around his waist. “You’re so very wrong about that.”

He carries me into his office and sets me down on his desk, flashing me a wicked grin. “You are the first woman I have ever fucked in my office.”

I roll my eyes. “Things like that don’t count.”

“Why not?” His arms circle my waist, pulling me closer until I can feel his hard length pressing against my center.

“Because this is just a room, Alex. It doesn’t mean anything.”

He’s already trailing delicious soft kisses up the side of my neck. “That’s where you’re wrong. I’ve never fucked a woman in my office because I have never trusted one enough to allow them in here before. This office is full of my secrets, Alana, and I only share them with you.”

My insides melt like warm chocolate and a deep sense of satisfaction and pride swells in my chest. So what if he’s a possessive asshole sometimes. He’s mine, and I am his. I press my lips to his ear, the way he likes it. “But you’ve never actually fucked me in here,” I purr.

“I’m about to change that fact in around ten seconds,” he says right before he tears my panties off.

My head sinks back into the pillow, eyes screwed closed in pleasure as Alejandro’s expert hands roam over my body. He fucked me mercilessly on his desk in his office. With one arm around my waist and one hand around my throat, he ground out all of his residual anger following our interaction with Bobby earlier. What happened in there was all about him. And my reward is that right now, it gets to be all about me.

He sucks one of my nipples into his mouth as he toys with my clit. “Who was the first man to touch this hot coño?”

“You,” I pant, pleasure coursing through my veins and making my head spin.

He slides two fingers inside me and wet heat rushes between my thighs. “Who was the first to finger fuck your tight cunt?”

“You were,” I groan, bucking my hips to take more of him.

“Yeah, I was,” he growls, confident and so sure of himself.

When I open my eyes, he’s staring at me intently, still gently finger fucking me while he brushes my clit with his thumb. “Did he ever make you this wet? Because you’re fucking dripping all over me here.”

Damn, that dirty mouth of his makes me shiver almost as much as his touch. “You know that he didn’t,” I groan. “Only you, Alex. Only you.”

He continues working me over slowly, sweeping the pad of his thumb back and forth over my clit as his fingers massage inside me. My pussy squeezes him, desperate for more, but he continues teasing me until I’m desperate to come.

“Alex! Please?” I plead.

“Oh, Alana, you know how much I love to hear you beg.” Thankfully, he takes pity on me and works his fingers and his thumb hard against those sweet spots that have me falling apart around him.