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“Icannotbelieve you just said that!” I grit, holding back a fit of laughter.
“That will be all, Trent. Thank you,” Aleck says hurriedly, then hangs up the phone and slides it across the kitchen island just in time to catch me when I jump on him.
“You are such an asshole!” I yell, laughing, trying to throw my arms around Aleck’s neck.
Aleck laughs so hardily, his pitch sounds like he’s using areas of his larynx he’s never used before.
“You asked for it!” He chokes on a laugh, blocking my advances to overpower him. “What are you doing?”
“I’m going to noogie you into submission.”
Aleck bends down, pressing his shoulder into my stomach, then picks me up, throwing me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. I swat at his back, squealing and laughing all the way to the sofa where he drops me with a thud so hard, for a second I fear the couch and I will go straight through the floor to the room below us.
I reach up and pull at Aleck’s joggers, making him fall forward. He lands on top of me, and I open my legs to give him space to settle between them.
“Apologize,” I demand.
“No,youapologize.” He peers down at me, bracing himself on his palms on either side of my head. He grinds himself so slightly between my legs, I wouldn’t feel it if it weren’t for his growing erection. “You were using my assistant to make me jealous.”
I lift my hips from the couch, meeting his thrust. “I was not! I was just saying hi. I know it’s a foreign concept to you, but people say nice things to be friendly. You only said whatyousaid to let him know that I’m… What? To let him know that I’mwhat,exactly? That I’m off limits, or something?”
Aleck’s mouth lowers to mine, but he doesn’t kiss me. His warm breath tickles my lips and his eyes search mine for the answer to that question.
Aleck Fox is relationship material as much as I could be the starting linebacker for the Seattle Seahawks. I know it, and he knows it. Which is why he’s not responding to my question with an answer. His body only responds to mine, that’s what he and I are good for—sex.
Even if we haven’t actuallyhadit yet.
The storm in my body picks up speed and intensity as Aleck’s thrusts become less delicate and more deliberate. He skates his nose over my cheek and into my hair, breathing in my scent deeply as his fingers dig into my hip.
Jane Austen’s ghost! I need this!
After last night, my vagina is harboring the power of a thousand suppressed orgasms. My clit is touchier than the time Max Herrington rubbed me over my panties in his dorm room, bringing me to the brink of orgasm, then stopped when his roommate—whoclearlyignored the sock on the door—abruptly walked in.
At the time, I lived with my father and two overbearing brothers, and he lived with a very intrusive roommate,(peeping)Tom. At eighteen, I didn’t possess the patience or the wrist stamina to givemyselforgasms, and I was certainly too immature to consider vibrators. And Max was hot. CapitalHhot. Simply being in his presence made me tingle with pre-orgasm.
We broke up having never really done the deed, and I didn’t climax for another year until I started dating Luke Pritchard, the habitual pleaser.
Being with Aleck has made me touchier than the entire year stint between the moment(peeping)Tom interrupted Max and I until my first orgasm with Perpetually Pleasing Luke Pritchard.
And now Aleck and I are finally alone andnotin a public restroom.
“You still want my cock buried deep inside that sweet pussy, Winter?” he whispers into my ear, his voice slowly growing roots and barbs, spreading to my limbs like wild vines.
“Yes.Godyes.”
Aleck slides his hand down the outside of my thigh, digs his fingers into the crook of my knee, and pulls my leg up to his ribs, grinding his erection into my pussy. I moan into his ear, kneading my fingers into the muscles in his back, when a loud knock at our suite door makes me jump.
“Fuck!” Aleck drops his head into my shoulder with a growl, then lifts off me, adjusting his erect dick in his pants.
“I swear, we’re like the two most popular people on thefuckingplanet,” he grits, walking into the kitchen with a scowl.
“Saved by the bell,” I joke, sheepishly.
My vagina is weeping.WeepingI tell you.
I shuffle to the door since Aleck isn’t making a move to answer it. I attempt to smooth out the back of my hair so it doesn’t look like I just got dry humped through the springs in the couch.
“Trent must work fast,” I say, reaching the door. “I want you to know, I’m throwing these roses off the balcony.”
