His Secret Desire by Alana Davis

a single thing to say. I wondered if Alexander felt half as awkward as I did. Did he feel like he had not done well at the press conference? Or did he always act this way after speaking before dozens of reporters, and by proxy millions of viewers at home? I didn’t even know how I felt, let alone how he felt.
    Alexander looked out the window. I thought of what he had said at the press conference. Strauss Engines was going to be working with a development team that specialized in water filtration systems for Indian villages. The rumors of Alexander Strauss as a ruthless businessman and womanizer didn’t line up with this new direction of the company. Would a man obsessed with business venture into making water filters for Indian villages? There couldn’t be any money in it. It had to be an altruistic venture. A businessman deemed “ruthless”, who loved women, wouldn’t waste his time trying to help the poor and needy in India. That kind of man would only be concerned with making money and getting his dick wet.
    I studied Alexander Strauss. I wanted to understand what kind of man this was. My own perception of him was inadvertently changing. I could tell that there was much more to the man than I had thought. There was probably more to him than anybody even knew. There was a well of deep emotion in him. Already he had turned his company towards doing good in the world. It was risky, that much I could tell from William Henderson’s reaction. How risky, I had no way of knowing. The press conference had been a major event, that much was true. But just how major? Alexander Strauss was making some sort of risk to make the world a better place. My interest in him only deepened.
    Alexander turned towards me and grabbed me. I let out a small gasp out of surprise before his lips met mine fiercely. Our tongues flowed in and out of each other’s. His hand caressed the side of my face and his mouth enveloped me. He kissed me hungrily. My eyes closed. I could hardly breathe, not from Alexander’s embrace, but my own excitement.
    His hand slid down my face slowly and wrapped around my right breast. He squeezed tightly and my nipple hardened immediately. I broke the kiss to breathe in a heavy breath and a moan escaped. He pushed my head back to his lips with his other hand, his urge to maintain the kiss turning me on so much that the panties were now soaked all the way through. I worried that soon it would flow through the dress and it might be ruined.
    Alexander pushed me back and held my face with both his hands. A fire burned in his eyes and he pushed his gaze into my eyes. We looked into each other’s eyes and I breathed even heavier, feeling light-headed and high. He threw me back, hard, against the leather seat and his hands grabbed my shirt. The buttons exploded as he tore it off in one grunted rip. I didn’t give a single thought to the expensive shirt that was now ruined, ripped into two pieces. I raised my arms to start shredding clothing and he pushed my arms back, hard.
    “You follow. I lead.”
    He grabbed my heels and threw them out, breaking the tiny straps as he did so. He was a tornado tearing through me. My shirt lay torn in pieces on the limousine floor, now accompanied by the skirt that was perfectly tailored to my figure. I heard rips as it came off my hips, the delicate fabric ruined forever. I breathed in and out loudly, my chest heaving upwards with every movement of his hands on my clothing. I wanted them off, badly. He was my savior, freeing me from the barrier that separated our skin.  When I had been stripped down to the lingerie, his fury towards my clothes abated.
    “Unbutton my pants. Slowly. I want you unlace my shoes first, and place them carefully next to the pile of your clothes. Then you will slide my pants off.” His voice filled my ears like sweet music.
    I unbuttoned his pants. My hands worked through the buttons on his tailored pants as slowly as someone working with highly explosive