Page 74 of LA Reign

“Not currently, Ma’am. He has another meeting in fifteen minutes.”

“Thanks,” I say as I walk into the room and close the door behind me.

The door to Alejandro’s office is open. I hear him talking and assume he’s on the phone. I have a moment of doubt. A tiny part of me is afraid of what I might overhear. Walking to his doorway, I see his back as he’s facing the window. His cell is phone pressed to his ear, and he’s talking animatedly. I watch him for a moment, drinking in the view He is so damn beautiful. He exudes power and raw sexual energy, not to mention he fills out that designer suit of his to perfection.

His free hand is in his pants pocket, the fabric stretched taut across his strong thighs and his gorgeous ass. His crisp white shirt is molded to his muscular torso, highlighting his broad shoulders every time he moves.

Even looking at him makes me wet.

I clear my throat to let him know I’m here. I don’t want to take him by surprise, and I’ve also learned my lesson about eavesdropping, accidental or not.

He spins around. There’s a fierce scowl on his face that fades as soon as he sees it’s me. “I have to go, Anton. Something just came up. Keep me posted,” he barks as he ends the call.

“Princesa?” he says as he walks toward me. “What are you doing here? You’re not alone, are you?”

“No. I’ve been a good girl this time. We dropped Kelsey off, and I drove here with Hank, Hugo, and Jacob. Hugo came up in the elevator with me. Is that okay? I just missed you. I know you’re busy, but I just thought I’d call in for a few minutes. You didn’t kiss me goodbye this morning.”

He walks right up to me, dragging my body against his with a thud. He runs his hands over my hips, coming to rest on my ass. “I kissed you before I left. I promise.”

“Not a proper kiss though,” I complain. “I think I deserve a proper kiss.”

His eyes go bright, and he gives me a wicked grin. “You came all this way just for a kiss?” he says as his lips brush lightly over mine, teasing me.

“Yes,” I breathe out as I lift my hands to the back of his head and press him closer to me. He slips his tongue inside my mouth and swirls it against mine. Just like that, I’m lost. The energy thrums between us, my heart hammers in my chest, and I feel a familiar throbbing between my legs. He grabs my ass possessively, growling as he holds me against him and presses into me. He’s hard already. It makes me groan, my hands fluttering on his shoulders. He pulls back, and I’m faint with need.

”Just a kiss?” he asks. “That’s all you came here for?”.

“Well, I always want more from you,” I murmur, my voice low and croaky with desire. “But I know you’re busy.”

He glances at his watch and groans. “I have to meet with someone in ten minutes, or I would spread you open on my desk and eat your delicious pussy until you come all over my face.”

“And then what?” I breathe as my hands slide to the zipper of his suit pants. “Then what would you do?”

“Then I’d bend you over it and fuck you until you were coming on my cock, too.”

I sigh as my pussy walls tighten at the thought. His dirty talk always does it for me. Reaching my hand inside his boxers, I pull out his cock. He’s stiff and hot and smooth. I squeeze him in my grip, and he groans against my lips. “I told you, I don’t have time, Alana. Fuck me, I wish I did.”

“You might not have time for everything you just described, but I’m sure you have time for something else.”

I drop to my knees, looking up at him innocently from beneath my lashes. “You don’t want this, sir?” I ask, knowing exactly what I’m doing to him.

“Alana,” he growls, and I slide my lips around his thick shaft, keeping my hand wrapped tightly around his base.

I swirl my tongue around the tip, licking off the delicious beads of pre-cum that have already formed, my fist still encasing him. He grunts, and his hands go to my hair as he pushes himself further into my mouth. I suck eagerly on him, pressing my tongue flat against the underside of his cock, licking and teasing.

“Fuck, Alana! How did you get so good at this so quickly?” he moans. “You make me feel like a fucking teenage boy when you’re giving me head. Like I have no fucking control…”

That’s exactly what I wanted to hear. I move my hand and take him all the way to the back of my throat. He curses loud in Spanish, lost in the moment.

Placing my hand flat on his powerful thighs, I snake the other one around to his ass in an effort to steady myself as he takes charge and starts to fuck my mouth. I feel the tremors in his thigh muscles as his release approaches, and a few seconds later, his hot seed spurts down my throat. I swallow it all, sucking every last drop, licking him clean the way he always does for me. I love making him lose control.

He pulls me up to a standing position, my legs a little unsteady, and wipes the sides of my mouth with his thumb. “I don’t know what I did to deserve that, but thank you for making this shit-show of a day a whole lot better,” he says as he tucks himself back into his suit pants. “I’m sorry I can’t return the favor.”

“That’s okay,” I smile. “I’ll take care of myself when I get home.”

His eyes almost roll into the back of his head. “Oh, princesa, that’s a low blow. Now all I’ll be able to think about is you at home in our bed, making yourself come, while I’m stuck here.”

He wraps his arms around me, and I snuggle into his firm chest.