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“Alex, don’t st⁠—”

“Don’t come yet,” he ordered me, then started moving inside of me once again. But this time, it wasn’t hard and fast—it was in long, agonizing strokes, burying his cock all the way to the hilt, only to slowly pull it back out again.

How am I supposed to stop myself from coming when you keep moving like that?

I literally just learned I could orgasm—how did he expect me to know how to prevent it? I pressed my face into the pillow, fighting my body, straining to do as he asked. I bit my lower lip so hard I could taste blood.

After what seemed like forever, I couldn’t take his torture anymore. I couldn’t hold back.

“Alex, I have to come! Please, I can’t take it anymore!” I screamed.

“You did good, angel. You can let go now. Let me feel you tighten around my cock.”

He took hold of my hips, fingers digging into my skin and gripping me hard as he began pumping faster inside me. This was what I wanted. It was what I needed.

“Oh, yes! Alex, don’t stop!”

My heartbeat began to roar in my ears as a burning knot in my belly tightened and quivered. In an instant, my vision turned hazy as an explosion of incredible magnitude hammered me with pleasure. I felt my walls spasm and constrict around his steel-hard length, pushing him over the cliff into his own euphoria.

Alexander gasped for a breath, then another, before his movements finally stilled. I lay there trembling and panting, my hands numb. I wasn’t sure if they were numb from being tied up or from the multiple orgasms that had rocketed through me over the past hour. I was sure it was from the latter.

Oh, yeah. I could get used to Alexander’s world really fast.

Alexander groaned and shifted off me to lie at my side. He draped his arm heavily across my back, spent. After allowing himself a few minutes to catch his breath, he reached up with one hand to untie me. Once my hands were free, he began to massage my wrists.

“Are you alright?” he asked, his voice groggy from exertion.

“Mmm…I’m great. Just great,” I purred and turned on to my side to cuddle up next to him.

Alexander slipped his arm under my head, allowing me to nestle into the crook of his elbow. We lay there quietly as he traced small circles on my shoulder with his fingers. I smiled to myself, feeling like the cat that swallowed the canary. If I was going to jump back into the swing of things, I couldn’t think of a better man to do it with. Alexander made me feel alive.

I wanted to believe I could feel like this with any man had I chosen to do so, but a part of me knew otherwise. Our chemistry was like a lightning bolt, sizzling and sparking with every look, with every touch. I couldn’t deny the current of attraction charging between us.

There was a reason why I’d waited this long to be with someone again. I couldn’t be with just any man. I needed a man like Alexander, and the thought scared the hell out of me. But what was even more frightening? The things he wanted to do. With me.

I thought about the neatly printed list Alexander had written out. Crazy things and terms—many of which I had never even heard of, much less contemplated ever actually doing. Even though Alexander’s power of persuasion had been successful so far, we still needed to talk about his kinks. I wasn’t convinced I could do most of the things he wanted, and there was no doubt he had gone easy on me tonight.

What would happen when he turned things up a notch?

After a while, Alexander’s arm went limp, and his breathing became soft and regular. I chanced a glance up at his face and saw he was sleeping. If I stayed curled up next to his warm body much longer, I knew I would follow suit.

However, sleepovers were out of the question—especially if I wanted to keep this thing between us simple.

No strings.

I silently got out of bed, being extra careful not to stumble in the dim lighting. As noiselessly as I could, I collected my scattered clothing and got dressed—minus the torn underwear.

Once I was clothed, I allowed myself one more look at Alexander’s glorious, naked body, the perfect specimen of the alpha male. My gaze traveled up over his muscular thighs to the rippled power of his rock-hard abs and across the broad width of his bronzed chest. His face, normally so controlled and acutely alert to his surroundings, was peaceful and relaxed while he slept. He no longer looked like the intimidating billionaire real estate shark who owned half of New York. He looked young. Innocent.

He was truly beautiful.

On a whim, I searched my purse for a scrap of paper and a pen. The only thing I could find was an old receipt from La Biga. That would have to do. I quietly moved over to the dresser and scribbled a quick note on the back of the register tape.

Thank you for the wonderful evening.

Your Angel

Tiptoeing to the bed so as not to wake him, I carefully laid the note on the pillow next to his head. Reaching over to the wall, I shifted the dimmer switch for the lights to the off position. Now, the only light in the room was cast from the half-moon shining through the windows. Lightning flashed in the distance, signaling an incoming storm. I knew I had better get going or risk getting caught in it.