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“Where’s Chloe?”
“Harper and Luka’s. Why?”
He does that thing where he doesn’t answer me, but instead, he drags his eyes down my body as he steps closer. I wish I could say I was immune to the way his eyes are devouring me right now, but I’m not. A ribbon of desire uncurls in my stomach and I get the unsettling feeling that I’m about to do something really stupid.
“Did you use it?” He walks closer until he’s right in front of me, my kitchen island counter hitting me in the back.
“I don’t think that’s any of your business.”
“Really?” He reaches out his hand to touch one of the buttons on my dress. “Because I think you want it to be my business.”
My breath catches in my chest as he steps closer, the warmth of his body pressing against me as he gently wraps his hand around my neck, his thumb coming to rest at the base of my throat.
“I think you’re pushing me, wanting me to break the rules so you can have a taste of what it’s like to be with a man like me.”
“A man like you?” My hands grip the edge of the countertop behind me as I try to stay calm.
“Mm-hmm.” In a flash, his hands are wrapping around my waist and he’s lifting me onto the countertop, stepping between my thighs as my dress rides up. “A man who will takeexactly,” one of his hands tangles in my hair, grabbing a handful, “what he wants.” He tugs my face forward, his lips against mine as my hands dart up to grip his shirt.
He isn’t rough, but he also isn’t easing his way in. He grips my waist tightly, pulling my warm center against him as he slides his tongue deep into my mouth. The kiss feels erotic and needy, like he’s been dying to taste me. Or maybe that’s what I want, because that’s how I feel.
I clutch at his gray shirt, pulling him closer as he continues to kiss me. I don’t know where this is going. Part of me wants to reach down and palm him through his jeans—to beg him to take me so I can finally get some relief—but I know it’s a bad idea.
Before I can decide, he breaks the kiss, trailing his tongue down my neck as he begins to unbutton my dress. His breath is hot against my skin as he nips and sucks at me, his hands pushing my breasts together as he buries his face in them. He bites me through my bra before tugging it down to suck my nipple into his mouth, eliciting a long moan from me.
“Ohhhh . . .” I arch my back, so lost in lust that this time, I don’t care that I sound like I’m starring in a porno. I run my fingers through his hair as his hand glides up my thigh and beneath my dress. My eyes pop open the second he pushes my panties to the side and slides his finger right up my slit.
“Soaked,” he growls against my skin as he slides his finger inside me, “just like I knew you’d be for me.”
I want to tell him to fuck off, but I don’t want him to stop. I grip his hair as he slowly pumps his finger in and out of me. I can feel my orgasm building already, and I try to close my thighs to keep from it happening.
“Open your legs,” he commands as he pulls back, sliding his finger out of me and bringing it to his lips. He stares at me as he licks my wetness from his finger. A low growl erupts from his chest as he reaches beneath my dress and tears my panties from my body.
“Oh!” I yelp as he pushes me back onto my elbows on the counter.
“Don’t fucking move until you’ve come on my tongue.”
I watch as he leans in, holding my thighs apart as his tongue laps at me, swirling around my sensitive nub over and over again. My thighs are quivering, and my body has a thin sheen of sweat as he slides two fingers inside me, pumping them slowly as he devours me.
“Oh yes, oh please!” I repeat the chant over and over as I grasp at the cool countertop. My words from weeks ago when I told him I wouldn’t beg are coming back to haunt me, but in the moment, I don’t care. My fingers grab at nothing while my back arches and stars explode behind my eyelids as I find my release. I stare up at the ceiling for several minutes, the sound of our labored breathing echoing around us as he continues to hold me, his hands now at my waist as he rests his forehead against my stomach.
Suddenly, it feels awkward. I expected him to continue—to pull me off the counter and bend me over, or carry me upstairs—but he doesn’t. Instead, he stands up without a word, pulling me to a sitting position before reaching to button my dress again.
I feel silly, embarrassed. “I’ve got it,” I say a little forcefully as I swipe his hand away and button the dress myself. I tug it down, now very aware of how exposed I am.
“Juliette, I’m sorry,” he says as he steps back, running his hands through his hair.
“You’re sorry? Now that you got what you wanted? That’s convenient.” I step down from the counter and brush past him.
“I didn’t get what I wanted, but that isn’t the point. I let myself get caught up in the moment and I shouldn’t have. We both know that. I don’t regret it, I ju—”
“Great,” I say coldly. “Look, it is what it is. We’re both adults. I have an early morning, so I need to shower and get to bed. You can see yourself out.”
I don’t wait for a response. I round the corner and run up the stairs two at a time till I reach my room and close the door behind me.
8
ALEX
