Page 82 of LA Reign

“What, Alana?” he says gently, then leans down to nibble at my ear. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me. I need to concentrate. I place my hands on his chest, push firmly. He doesn’t move. He’s far too strong for me to be able to push him away, but he does go still and finally meet my gaze.

“Alex, I mean it. I want to carry on working.”

He nods, runs a finger along my jawbone. “I know. And I’m proud of you. You can carry on working. But now? Now I have other things on my mind.”

In one fluid move he slips his hands down to my ass cheeks and lifts me onto the breakfast bar. He pushes my dress up to my waist and tugs my panties to one side. I’m already wet, and my panties will be damp, just how he likes them.

“Lucia might come back in,” I breathe out the words.

“No. She’s not stupid. She knows we’re in here. She’ll knock.”

“Shouldn’t we go upstairs though? Or to your office?” I pant, even as I pull him closer to me. I’m saying one thing, but my body is saying something completely different.

“No. I want you right here. Right now,” he growls, pushing two of his thick fingers into my opening as he unzips his suit pants with his free hand. I groan as he frees his cock. “I want you to remember that I own you, princesa, and I will fuck you anywhere and any way I want to. And you will moan my name. Every. Single. Time.”

Dear God!

“Would you care to tell me why you’re already soaking wet?” he says against my ear as he presses his fingers in deeper and curls them against my G-spot. The low vibration of his voice sends shivers down my spine, and I grind my hips onto him.

“Because you are so damn hot when you’re angry,” I purr against his neck.

“Oh, Alana, you know how dangerous it is to make me angry, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I breathe. “And that makes it even hotter.”

“Good. Because I’m gonna fuck you so hard you won’t be able to get out of bed for the rest of the week, never mind go to work.”

Alejandro, I soon discover, is not a man who goes back on his word.

Chapter

Thirty-Three

ALEJANDRO

Isee the call coming through as I drive along the interstate. I frown and press the button to answer, so involved in my mission that I don’t want any distractions.

“Hey, amigo. Where are you?” Jax asks, his voice coming through the speakers of my car.

“Just dealing with something. I’ll be back later.”

“Something I should know about?”

“It’s personal,” I snap. Which, he automatically knows, means it’s about Alana.

I hear his soft chuckle. “Just don’t kill him, amigo! We’ve got enough to deal with without me having to hide another body. Especially one like his. He’s not a nobody.”

“If you know where I am and what I’m doing, Jax, why did you even ask me?”

“I suspected, but I wasn’t sure. I could have dealt with this for you, you know that.”

“Not a chance,” I growl. “Like I said, this is personal.”

“And like I said, don’t kill him.” Jax is one of the few people I will tolerate disagreeing with me.

“I’m just going to talk to him. Scout’s honor.”

He laughs, loud and hard. “Fuck! The Boy Scouts would have been a lot different if you’d been one. But okay. I’ll see you later. After your talk.”