top of the counter, wrapping her legs around his hips. His fingers caressed her long bared legs paying close attention to the sensitive skin on the back of her knees slowly making their way between her legs, leaving a hot trail in their wake.
Carly tossed her head back, closing her eyes at his featherlike touch. His fingers traced the line of her lace thong and tore it without any advance notice, finding their way into her warm, wet folds, making her groan at their exquisite intrusion.
This was how he wanted to see her, lost in need, silently begging for release but he wouldn’t give it to her just yet. He wanted to taste her first. Alex crouched between her legs and a soft cry escaped her lips when his mouth replaced his skillful fingers. His tongue explored alongside her delicate lips focusing on her pearl, teasing it with the hotness of his mouth. He blew on it as his lips closed around it, his tongue lapping it. Alex groaned as two of his fingers ventured inside her slick entrance. “You’re so wet.” He inhaled her scent, letting it tease his senses. If he wanted to have his way with her, right here and now she was ready for his taking. His fingers thrust into her, his tongue teasing her sensitive bud, drawing it into his mouth.
“A-Alex…oh my…” Carly cried. She quickly covered her mouth with her hands, hiding her orgasm, clenching her muscles around his fingers. His tongue flicked against her clit, riding her orgasm with her until the last second.
Alex got back on his feet and righted her skirt before rearranging his jeans and polo shirt. His eyes fixed on hers. “Don’t try to outsmart me because I always win. I’ll be away for a month but I’ll call you when I’m back. Please don’t fight me on this. Sweet dreams, darling.” He placed a soft kiss on her forehead and walked out of the powder room.
Alex was an asshole for handling her the way he had, but he didn’t feel a single ounce of regret. Seeing her with Jay stirred something raw and unexplainable and it irked at him.
He needed Carly to understand she was his and his only.
He wanted her to think of him and this moment for the length of his absence.
Chapter Ten
Carly liked reading gossip columns and magazines about the rich and famous, except that now the rich and famous included the playboy she wanted nothing to do with but couldn’t stay away from. Damned paparazzi, why couldn’t they shoot pictures of someone else, someone more important? She sighed. Carly didn’t understand why the media was so intent on exhibiting what Alex St. Jones did or didn’t do, other than enjoying the piss-off match they created between father and son every time he was caught stirring trouble.
Six weeks had passed since Carly had seen or heard from Alex. Well, his whereabouts the night after the tee ball game had been well publicized. A copy of a gossip magazine sat on top of her desk, the latest pictures of Alex had made front page yet again. There was a twinge of jealousy at seeing him getting reacquainted with an old fling. Too bad the news had come out a week too late.
Carly didn’t know whether to feel ecstatic the contract would be over in less than four months because she wouldn’t have to put up with his antics anymore, or to feel saddened. She should be happy she’d never again have to set eyes on him.
What had happened to him, anyway? Alex had been away longer than a month, and she missed their arguments. Then again, truth be told, it wasn’t what she missed it was who she missed. Carly missed him, plain and simple. Regardless of her troubled thoughts and feelings, she’d never admit to missing him. Alex could stay away for the remainder of their agreement for all she cared. She wasn’t about to go looking for him.
Liv walked in her office carrying a medium size garnet red box. “This just came for you.” She placed the box on an empty spot on top of Carly’s desk.
“Who’s this from?”
“I’m afraid I don’t know, but
Carly tossed her head back, closing her eyes at his featherlike touch. His fingers traced the line of her lace thong and tore it without any advance notice, finding their way into her warm, wet folds, making her groan at their exquisite intrusion.
This was how he wanted to see her, lost in need, silently begging for release but he wouldn’t give it to her just yet. He wanted to taste her first. Alex crouched between her legs and a soft cry escaped her lips when his mouth replaced his skillful fingers. His tongue explored alongside her delicate lips focusing on her pearl, teasing it with the hotness of his mouth. He blew on it as his lips closed around it, his tongue lapping it. Alex groaned as two of his fingers ventured inside her slick entrance. “You’re so wet.” He inhaled her scent, letting it tease his senses. If he wanted to have his way with her, right here and now she was ready for his taking. His fingers thrust into her, his tongue teasing her sensitive bud, drawing it into his mouth.
“A-Alex…oh my…” Carly cried. She quickly covered her mouth with her hands, hiding her orgasm, clenching her muscles around his fingers. His tongue flicked against her clit, riding her orgasm with her until the last second.
Alex got back on his feet and righted her skirt before rearranging his jeans and polo shirt. His eyes fixed on hers. “Don’t try to outsmart me because I always win. I’ll be away for a month but I’ll call you when I’m back. Please don’t fight me on this. Sweet dreams, darling.” He placed a soft kiss on her forehead and walked out of the powder room.
Alex was an asshole for handling her the way he had, but he didn’t feel a single ounce of regret. Seeing her with Jay stirred something raw and unexplainable and it irked at him.
He needed Carly to understand she was his and his only.
He wanted her to think of him and this moment for the length of his absence.
Chapter Ten
Carly liked reading gossip columns and magazines about the rich and famous, except that now the rich and famous included the playboy she wanted nothing to do with but couldn’t stay away from. Damned paparazzi, why couldn’t they shoot pictures of someone else, someone more important? She sighed. Carly didn’t understand why the media was so intent on exhibiting what Alex St. Jones did or didn’t do, other than enjoying the piss-off match they created between father and son every time he was caught stirring trouble.
Six weeks had passed since Carly had seen or heard from Alex. Well, his whereabouts the night after the tee ball game had been well publicized. A copy of a gossip magazine sat on top of her desk, the latest pictures of Alex had made front page yet again. There was a twinge of jealousy at seeing him getting reacquainted with an old fling. Too bad the news had come out a week too late.
Carly didn’t know whether to feel ecstatic the contract would be over in less than four months because she wouldn’t have to put up with his antics anymore, or to feel saddened. She should be happy she’d never again have to set eyes on him.
What had happened to him, anyway? Alex had been away longer than a month, and she missed their arguments. Then again, truth be told, it wasn’t what she missed it was who she missed. Carly missed him, plain and simple. Regardless of her troubled thoughts and feelings, she’d never admit to missing him. Alex could stay away for the remainder of their agreement for all she cared. She wasn’t about to go looking for him.
Liv walked in her office carrying a medium size garnet red box. “This just came for you.” She placed the box on an empty spot on top of Carly’s desk.
“Who’s this from?”
“I’m afraid I don’t know, but
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