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“Just my fingers?” Why was he still talking? I’d told him what I wanted! He must have noticed my frustration. His hands slipped into my panties as he crashed his lips against mine again. His pace was frantic as he worked me over again and again. Once our lips parted, I could feel his hot breath against my ear. “Give it to me, baby! I need to bury my cock in you, and I can’t wait much longer!” Twisting his fingers inside me, Alex hit that sweet spot over and over. I could feel myself building and knew it wouldn’t take much to make me fall. With a few more flicks, I came, moaning out through my climax.
Alex spun me around and pressed me against the wall, then pulled my ass back toward him. With one deep thrust, he was inside me. He grabbed my breasts from behind and used that hold to steady me while he fucked me harder. I’d never tire of being fucked like this. The way Alex took over my body was addictive. He slowed a few times, wanting to prolong our release, and when we did climax, it was almost as one.
“Fuck!” Alex panted, kissing my shoulder. “It keeps getting better. I’ve never been able to work a body the way I can yours. I know all your buttons.” When he pulled on my earlobe with his teeth to prove his point, I groaned. “That's one button.” Softly biting on my neck just before my collar bone had me swallowing hard. “That’s another.” This guy was going to make me combust if he carried on. “I better leave the others for later.” He chuckled against my skin.
“No one has ever played with my body like you do.”
“That’s because all of this was meant for only me.” He cupped my breasts as he pulled me against him. “You, Natasha White, are fucking mine! You always have been. Once I make you Mrs. Harbour, you’ll never be able to escape me!”
“I don’t ever want to be set free from this, Alex. You’re it for me. You have been since I was a young girl. You know that!”
“I do, baby. That doesn’t mean I don’t like you reminding me, though.” His hands caressed my ass before spanking it. “You better get changed. I’ll go and get some snacks and then meet you in our bedroom.” By snacks, he meant Cadbury’s chocolate or Maltesers! He really didn’t change, but that was fine by me. I found his chocolate addiction so endearing. It was the one addiction of his that I didn’t have to fear. Well, that and his addiction for me. They were both healthy. At least he wanted to stay clean for me because of that fact. Since his last relapse on tour, Alex had fought his demons every day, and not touched a single drop of alcohol or taken any drugs. His strength took my breath away.
Wandering up to our private balcony, I lay on one of the comfortable sun loungers. Sex was Alex always had me a little sleepy, because he left me so completely satisfied.
“Hey, sleepy head.” Alex nudged me awake. “I wasn’t sure if you wanted a drink, too. I got us both an orange juice.”
“Thanks.” I took the drink from him so Alex could set all the snacks on the table between us. Snacks? He’d brought a feast! “Is there anything left in the fridge?” I giggled, looking at all the bread, cheese, meats and chocolate in front of me.
“Are you mocking me?” A playful glint in his clear blue eyes made my legs clench together. We’d just had mind-blowing sex, so how was he making me want more? “You know how that usually ends.” Yeah, with his cock inside me!
“Your sexual appetite is scary at times.”
“You agreed to marry a rock star. You knew what you were getting into.” Taking some bread and cheese, he continued. “Talking of weddings, have you decided on a date yet?” With all the hysteria around Alex setting up a record label and the Steel Roses tour coming to an end, I’d hardly had time to think. “You know I’d marry you tomorrow if we could plan it that fast.”
“I know, it’s…. It’s just that I have no idea where to start! Your input would be helpful.”
“I’ve told you what I want. You, a beach, and close family and friends. I don’t want some lavish wedding with hundreds of fuckers that we don’t like.”
“Yeah, that part I get! I want that, too, but there are thousands of beaches! How do we decide on the beach?”
“Okay, why don’t you research and find…let’s say ten perfect wedding beaches, and I’ll take you to each one. I’m sure we’ll know which is the right one once we get there.”
“In America?”
“Think bigger, Straight Lace. Any beach in the world! We can afford it.” Shit! I could get ten mini vacations with Alex if I played this right!
“I’ll never get used to the amount of money you have.”
“The money we have.” Lifting my face up to meet his gaze, his eyes were soft. “I’ve waited so long to spend my life with someone. Don’t for a second think that you’re a gold digger. I know you’d still be by my side if I was penniless. I told you I was going to show you the world. That starts here, baby!”
“How much money are we talking about?”
“Well, my career net worth is around three hundred and ten million, I think. It got a small boost after the tour.” My mouth fell to the floor. “That doesn’t include the personal investments I have. That’s around fifty million. With Oliver investing most of the money to start up Harbour Records, we are sitting pretty comfortably.”
“Shit! Alex, we need to think about a prenup! That is a ridiculous amount of money!”
“You’re marrying a damaged, fucked up, addict, Nat. You’re taking a bigger risk than me. I’m a selfish fucker and I know it. I should have allowed you to make a run for it years ago. I’m not sure what life I can give you, but I promise that every day, I’ll try to be a better man for you.” Alex always managed to make my insecurities fade when he spoke this way. “No prenup, okay?” Nodding, I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. His trust in me was astounding.
Sitting at my desk at home, I glared at my computer screen. Alex was busy doing circuit training with his fitness instructor, Jason, and I had no idea where to even start to find the perfect beach for our wedding. Typing “best beaches in the US,” in the search engine, the obvious choices came up: Miami, Cape Cod, Oahu in Hawaii, Maine, and Orange County in California. Knowing the secrecy we had to keep regarding our wedding, they all felt too open. What we needed was a private island that could host around forty people. Wait…a private island? How much was that going to cost? Stop worrying about money, White! Typing ‘private islands to rent for a wedding’ felt crazy, but I did it anyway, and it pulled up a lot of places. An island in Aruba caught my eye first because of its beautiful, turquoise sea and white beach. I could easily picture Alex and myself there. Okay, Aruba was a place we’d have to visit. I continued the search, feeling a little more hopeful. There were quite a few islands in the Maldives; we’d have a few places to visit there. Lastly, there was a ridiculously priced island in the British Virgin Islands! If Alex and I added those to the list of beaches around the US, that should give us ten destinations. Well, that was easier than I thought! Once we’d decided on the place, Alex and I could set a date and start planning our wedding. Everything still felt surreal to me.
“There you are!” Alex stood by my doorway, looking sweaty and totally fuckable. Who was I kidding? He always looked fuckable. “What are you up to?”
“Looking for wedding destinations.” A smile played on his lips as he walked toward me. “We can take a few mini vacations to Florida, Hawaii, Maine and California to check out their beaches, but I’ve found some beautiful private islands in Aruba, the Maldives and the Virgin Islands.”
“The Virgin Islands? Mmm…I wish I’d been the one to pop your cherry.” Alex came behind me and nipped at my neck.
“You’re six years older than me. You would have been twenty two when I was sixteen.”
