Page 25 of LA Reign

He plants a single tender kiss beneath my ear, and my insides turn to molten lava. “You’re a devil,” I whisper.

He laughs darkly. “That’s more like it.”

I lean against his shoulder, reveling in the solid warmth of him. “Have I ever told you how much I love you?”

He takes my hand in his and kisses my fingertips. “Not often enough. But I will very much look forward to you telling me later, because our teenage houseguest is on her way back over.”

Lucia ate so much ice-cream for dessert that she declared herself stuffed to bursting, and after another heartfelt thanks and a round of hugs, took herself off to bed as soon as we got home.

Alejandro slips his hand into mine, a look on his face that makes my knees tremble and my body light up with excitement. “Do you want a nightcap?”

He licks his lips, his dark brown eyes almost black. “I want you in my office. Now.”

My heart rate doubles. While he does keep some of his finest Scotch in there, we’d usually have a nightcap in the den or out on the patio. But I suspect a nightcap is the last thing on his mind. There is nothing soft or sweet about my husband right now. He’s my fierce devil again, and I love it.

I make myself walk, every step down the hallway filling me with anticipation. He follows close behind—much closer than necessary—and I’m hyperaware of it, of him, of the distance between us shrinking until there’s barely any space at all. When I reach the door and stop, my fingers hover uselessly over the handle. It’s locked. Of course it is.

He steps up behind me and my pulse stutters—his presence steady and certain. I feel the heat of him at my back, the dusting of his breath against my neck sends a shiver down my spine. Before I can think to move, his arm slides past me, slow enough that it feels intentional. His wrist brushes low against my hip as he keys in the code, and the contact, though brief, makes sparks ignite beneath my skin.

I suck in a breath and wonder if notices my reaction. He does. Of course he does.

He presses in closer, his body aligned fully with mine, heat bleeding through the layers of our clothing. His other hand finds my waist, curling around me, firm and unyielding, drawing me fully into his body. I’m caged by him, although perhaps that isn’t the right word. It implies I want out, and I most definitely do not. The scent of his cologne wraps around me, familiar and dangerous in equal measure.

This isn’t accidental. The way he moves, the way he lingers, the way he breathes me in like he has every right to. It’s all too precise, too deliberate. His breath skates over my neck again, softer this time, until we’re pressed so tightly together that I can no longer tell where I end and he begins.

“Voy a follarte tan malditamente duro,” he growls in my ear.

Butterflies take flight in my stomach and heat sears between my thighs. I love his Spanish dirty talk, and even if I didn’t know what that phrase meant, I would be a quivering mess.

But I do know, because he’s said it to me so many times before. I’m going to fuck you so damn hard.

Dear god, he’s going to nail me into oblivion, and I’m here for every second if it.

The lock opens with a loud click. Alejandro pushes the door ajar before ushering me inside. He kicks it closed behind us, and now nobody will hear anything that happens inside this room.

When I spin to face him, he’s staring at me, his eyes roaming over my body as though he’s a starving lion and I’m his prey. “Take everything off except the panties and the heels,” he orders.

So excited for whatever he has planned, it’s a struggle to contain the trembling in my hands as I reach for the zipper at the back of my dress and pull. I shrug the fabric off my shoulders and slip the material down over my hips and legs until it lies in a tangle of red fabric at my feet. I unclasp my bra at the front, allowing my breasts to spring free—my nipples already hard under the heat of Alejandro’s gaze. I drop that too and then step out of the dress.

Alejandro licks his lips as his gaze travels over my body and down to my sheer, red panties. He takes a step towards me. “They are fucking dangerous.”

“I’m not sure panties can be dangerous, Alex.”

He arches an eyebrow, “Hmm. We’ll see. I can tell they’re already damp.”

Heat sears across my cheeks. He speaks the truth.

“I wonder how much wetter I can make you without even touching you?”

I wonder, too. Biting on my lip, I shiver as he edges even closer, until his warm breath is skittering over my skin.

“What do you think, princesa?”

“A lot wetter,” I whisper. He could probably make me come just from his dirty talk, but I’d much prefer he use other means.

“Shall we try it out?”

“I’d rather not.” After all of the filthy promises he’s been making all night, I’m desperate to reach out and touch him, but Alejandro’s office is his domain. He’s in complete control here.