Resisting Alexandre (Knight Security 0.5) by Carole Mortimer Page A

‘where?’ There was a much longer pause this time before Lissa replied “with Ash.”
    How had she missed what Alexandre so obviously hadn’t, that the sniping between Lissa and Ash was actually a fierce sexual attraction? Lissa had been engaged once a long time ago and been badly stung when it didn’t work out. She never went home with any of the men she had dated since, and tonight, with Ash, hadn’t even been a date.
    Come to that, how had Stazzi missed seeing that Will Granger was a two-timing bastard?
    Her emotion radar was definitely off-kilter.
    Which probably meant acting on her own equally fierce sexual attraction to Alexandre by going back to the hotel with him for his suggested nightcap was also a bad idea.
    Probably?
    It was a bad idea. If Daniel or any of the other hotel staff saw her—
    “Maintaining a hotel guest’s privacy is the whole point of having the separate lift up to the penthouse floor.”
    She turned to Alexandre in the semidarkness. “How did you know what I was thinking?”
    He smiled. “Your face is sometimes like an open book.”
    Really? Did that mean he’d seen the way she couldn’t take her eyes off him this evening? For instance, did he know how watching him eat, the parting of those sculpted lips and the placing of food inside, had made her think of having Alexandre eat her pussy with just as much enjoyment?
    “Sometimes?” she repeated nervously.
    “Most of the time.” His chuckle was husky.
    Oh good Lord, he does know.
    “Don’t say it.” Alexandre had turned to place gentle fingertips against her lips as she would have spoken, his face now only inches away from hers in the darkness, his glittering gaze holding her captive. “I promise you that nothing will happen tonight that you don’t want to happen. You only have to say no.”
    Which was no help at all, when what Stazzi wanted right now was him. Both of them naked, on that king-size bed in the main bedroom in his hotel suite. She ached to have Alexandre’s hands and lips on her. Her mouth, her breasts, between her thighs. Especially between her thighs. Merely thinking about having his mouth there was making her pussy weep and her clit hard. She clenched her thighs together as she felt the hot flow of juices that dampened her panties.
    Bad, bad, bad idea—
    She gasped as Alexandre’s mouth replaced his fingertips against her lips. Not gently or questioning, but hard and demanding, his tongue running along the seam of her lips to part them before thrusting fiercely inside.
    Oh God, yes!
    This was what she wanted, who she wanted, and to hell with everything else.
    Stazzi pulled her hand free of Alexandre’s and turned in the seat to put her arms about his shoulders, fingers tangling in the hair at his nape as she pulled him in closer still. Lips devouring, tongues dueling, his chest like steel as he rubbed it against the aroused ache of her nipples.
    She gave a low whimper as Alexandre continued to kiss her even as he maneuvered her onto her back on the leather seat, pushing her dress up to her waist before he followed her down to lie between her parted thighs. His cock was long and hard against the thin material of her panties and his trousers as he began to slowly thrust and grind that hardness against her pulsing clit to the same rhythm as his tongue thrusting inside the greedy heat of her mouth.
    Stazzi had been in a state of half-arousal all evening as she sat next to Alexandre, and so very aware of everything about him. This overflow of sensations, his claiming lips and tongue, matched with those grinding thrusts against her clit, pushed her over the edge, and she half screamed against his mouth as her orgasm ripped through her and caused her body to arch up into his.
    Alexandre continued to taste and lick and bite her lips as he rode her through it, his cock hot and hard against her clit, his hand caressing her waist before moving higher to cup and hold her bare breast, prolonging her orgasm as he pinched