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I’m entering the danger zone with his lustful wrath energy. I must pull away.
Chapter 6
ALEXANDER
ThetugIhaveon her is encouraging my desire to get off. She tastes even better than I remember. The angst and confusion in her kiss thrills me, igniting my desire to linger in it. Unlatching from my mouth takes her entire body to do. Her palms, warm through my shirt, push against me. Shoving me away, she frees herself from our shared desire. I know she wants more. She has to. I know I want her to. Damn near need her to.
“Enough. We can’t do this.” She nearly spits.
“I know. I know. I know. It was sudden, and it’s late, so—-“
“Exactly why we should’ve talked in the morning.”
“It is the morning.” I try to joke, but she finds no humor.
“Goodnight.” She turns, scurrying out of my room as if her beautiful dress is about to turn into Cinderella’s maiden garb.
If there was a way to slam the sliding doors, she would.
I can only imagine how she’s going to fall asleep. I wonder if she feels more lust at this very moment or anger. Perhaps a wild mixture that promises exhilarating loving if given the chance. Either way, I hope she’s sending a Whatsapp to that Mateo brother of hers.
Glancing at my phone for the first time this evening, I stumble across a few notifications, including a message from my assistant. He sent several l photos of the Art Champion Dinner. I’m a self-aware man, and I do have confidence, but I’m not even exaggerating when I say Micola and I were the hottest pair, if not the hottest people, at the dinner. Pausing at a nice shot taken from our peripheral, I zoom in to get a closer view of Micola. Her toned legs popping out from her dress, sturdy and nearly golden, gets me excited all over again.
Gawking at the photo is interrupted by the spotted movement notification coming from my security alerts. I need to take them off my phone. I have people who can monitor it for me, but am I ever so grateful that I’m the one receiving them at the moment. The movement detected is coming from the main bedroom’s veranda, Micola’s balcony. I open it.
There she is. On the veranda, the lights are off, giving the screen a combination of grayscale and sepia tone. Micola occupies the corner smokey-gray Fibonacci lounge chair. Facing the beautiful view, she’s blessed in that spot as the outside world cannot peek at her from this angle. However, I can, with the beautiful help of the hidden security camera. Little does she know, I watch her slip a thin cylinder tool between her opened legs.
My mouth waters and drops. I take a seat on my Loop chair and enhance the screen with my fingers. My dick swells as I watch her like a peeping tom. Of course, the kiss got her raunchy thoughts brewing. Her mouth gapes open as she slides the tool in and out of that precious pouty pussy of hers. I recall its magic, how it received my dick so generously every time. I wonder how tight it is right now. The kiss she gave me proved it’s been some time. There’s something so comforting about this. And it’s almost like she’s reading my mind as she swiftly slips each dress strap down her shoulder, exposing her strapless bra. She pops her pretty boobs out of their cups and massages them one by one, groping her own flesh and pulling at each nipple. Her legs twitch as her knees fan in and out, as she’s already so close to an orgasm. She’s got to be dreaming of me. My dick. In her. I lick my lips.Fuck me.God, I want her to fuck me.
It’s not fair to be spying on her. I need to tell her I see her. Right? Heat tickles my ears, covering my face as if I’m some naughty spy with a dirty little secret. I wonder how she ´ll react when I tell her I watched her cum with me on her mind. I try to calm my dick down a bit, but I know it has a mind of its own.
I sit up with one mission.
Tapping at her bedroom door, I lean my ear close to it as I hear a couple noises. She probably just came. I try to swallow a bit of desire, but my god, it’s hard.
¨Hello?¨ There’s irritability in her voice. She’s not a fan of me interrupting her.
I snicker in my mind as I hear her mount closer to the door.
¨Hello?¨
¨ It’s me.¨ I clear my throat.
¨What do you want, Alex?¨
I want to say, ¨you¨, but instead, I belt out…¨I have to show you something.¨
¨Right now?¨ There’s an irritableI need to get laidtexture to her voice.
¨Trust me, you’ll want to know.¨
I hear the heftiness in her sigh before she slides her bedroom door open.
She’s a good actress as she appears she wasn’t just on my veranda getting off.
¨What is it?¨ She questions.
¨May I step in?¨
