ALEXANDRA did a double take. Aileen was standing in the doorway, looking as stunning as the first time Alexandra laid eyes on her. Actually, she looked more stunning, in a pink, low cut blouse that gave more than a hint of her generous breasts, a white mini skirt that met her ultra-long legs about mid-thigh, and white-on-silver stilettos that were to die for.

Dammit, that bitch is so hot.

I can never compete with that.

Sebastian was surprised to see her.

“What are you doing here, Aileen?” he asked, arms crossed over his broad chest.

“I thought I’d surprise you, sweetie.”

“Mission accomplished. Now, why don’t you go back home to your husband? While you’re at it, forget my address, okay?” Aileen tried to step inside, but Bash stood squarely in the middle of the doorway. “Go home, Aileen.”

Aileen tilted her head to one side to look behind him, and caught sight of Alexandra.

Crap. I hope she doesn’t remember me.

“Ahhh, you’re entertaining tonight. Okay I understand. I’ll give you a raincheck, honey.”

“Aileen. There’s no need for that. Are you listening to me? You’re married. I don’t mess with cheaters, got it? Now, get out of here before I call your husband and let him know what you’re really about.”

“There’s no need for that, Bash,” she said quickly, still looking over at Alexandra. “Hey, don’t I know you?”

Alexandra shook her head. “Nope.”

Sebastian pulled the door slightly behind him and whispered something to Aileen. The look on her face turned ice cold, and she turned and rushed down the front porch steps.

“Sorry about that,” Sebastian told Alexandra as he closed and locked the front door. “She has not been here for seven months. She had no reason to show up like that.”

“It’s okay. She seems persistent. She must really like you.”

“No she doesn’t,” Sebastian answered, still edgy as he made his way across the hallway to Alexandra. “Aileen is messed up. The woman is married. She had no right acting like she was single back then, and she’s just as wrong for showing up tonight. I kind of feel sorry for her husband.”

“True. I hope she didn’t recognize me.”

“Me too,” he told Alexandra when he was standing next to her again. He brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “Forget about her. There’s only one woman I’m interested in right now.” He reached his arm around her waist, drawing her in close.

She looked up at him, coy and seductive, pressing her hands on his hard chest. “Yeah? Who’s that?”

He dipped his head to her neck, and pressed hungry lips to her skin above the high neckline of her blouse. “The woman in my arms…the woman I’m about to drive insane.”

Tilting her head to one side to give him more access, she bit down on her lip and moaned with pleasure as his voice reverberated from her neck through her body. “Oh God.”

Sebastian reached between them and covered one of her hands with his. “Let’s get up to my room before I take you right here in the stairwell.”

Turning her around by the hand, they wasted no time getting up to his bedroom.

Alexandra looked back at his bedroom door when he closed it. “Have you thought about where you’ll sleep after the surgery? Two flights of stairs seems a bit much for a post-op ritual, don’t you think?”

“One of the couches in the living room is a sofa bed. I’ll only have to climb the stairs for showers, but I’ll use the one on the second floor until I’m all healed up.”

“Okay. I’m glad you’ve got that figured out.”

Sebastian gently pulled Alexandra over to his bed. “You know what I haven’t figured out?”

“What?”

He sat at the foot of the bed and leaned back on his palms, smiling as his eyes washed over her body. “How to get these clothes off you without ripping them off.”

Alexandra smiled. “I think I like the sound of that,” she cooed, picturing his hot hands doing hotter things everywhere on her skin.

“Did you bring extra clothes for tomorrow?”

“Yes. It’s downstairs in my bag.”

“Good. Get over here then,” he told her.

When she stepped forward, he pulled her to stand between his legs. Sebastian ran his hands up from the side of her knees, past her hips and up to her ribcage. He didn’t skip a beat when his massive hands moved back down to her waist and gripped each side of her blouse. Alexandra gasped when she heard the rrrrripppp sound that was produced from Sebastian tearing the front of her shirt, right up the middle to just above her cleavage.

She let out an excited breath. “Wow.”

He moved his hands under her blouse through the opening he just made by force. Caressing her sides, he ran his thumbs over her breasts. “What? You didn’t think I was kidding, did you?”

“Maybe a little,” she admitted, barely able to speak now that Sebastian’s hands had her very, very distracted.

“I’m a man of my word, Alexandra,” he said, looking up into her half-lidded eyes.

He stood up in front of her, picked her up with ease, and turned to deposit her onto his bed.

Smiling, he told her, “Now, let’s see if we can get these jeans off…don’t worry. I won’t rip these off you. At least I’ll try not to.”

He went over to his dresser and pulled out a box of condoms before getting into bed beside her. Lowering his face to her bare stomach, he kissed her skin just above the waistband. Alexandra trembled at the softness of his tender kisses as he undid her belt and unzipped the jeans. He reached his hands under each side of the waistband, slowly pulling them down past her hips, kissing her aroused skin as he moved lower, to her pelvic bone, at the line of her silky panties, and down one leg until the jeans were a bundle at her ankles. He pulled off her pumps one by one, and then removed the jeans, throwing it off to one side. By then, all Alexandra wanted was to have him naked between her legs and deep inside her.

Sebastian moved between her legs and just looked at her. His eyes grazed down her body, taking in every inch of her, slowly and deliberately, stretching out her need without even touching her. Their eyes met in an intense, lustful stare that Alexandra couldn’t ignore. Time stopped. She could keep looking into his adoring eyes forever, except she hadn’t been able to get a taste of this man for over twenty-four hours, and that was twenty-four hours too long.

Licking her lips, she sat up and leaned toward him. She pressed her hands on his chest, enjoying the firmness of his pecs under his t-shirt. She slid her hands down to his jeans, and was about to undo his belt when he grabbed both her hands.

“No.”

She looked up at him, confused. “No? Why not?”

Keeping her hands bound in one of his, he ran his other hand through her hair, gripping it firmly as he leaned forward to her ear and whispered, “Because I want to make you squirm under my tongue until all you can do is beg for mercy and scream my name.”

Alexandra could barely speak to reply. A faint, shaky “Oh God” left her lips.

“Tell me that’s what you want, Alexandra.”

“Yes, Bash,” she answered.

“Am I hurting you?”

“No,” she admitted. “I like it a little rough.”

“Fuck,” he groaned, and nipped her neck as he lowered her onto the bed again.

Straddling her hips, he placed her hands above her head and held on to them. He ducked his head down to her breasts. Alexandra’s body shuddered when she felt the hot breath he blew over one nipple through her bra. He bit down on it, gently at first, then with a firmer grip before sucking the hardened nipple. With his free hand, he slowly reached under her back to undo the clasps of her bra. It opened up in one firm snap, and Alexandra wasn’t sure whether he was just that good, or if he had ripped it just like her shirt. She didn’t care. Her nipples tingled, now enjoying the skin to skin softness as his lips and tongue devoured them.

“I want you so bad, Bash,” she moaned.

Her hips writhed underneath him, pressing up off the bed for more contact with his jeans-clad manhood. His legs were on each side of her, though, so she was trapped under him, unable to wrap her legs around his waist at the moment, but desperately wishing he would drive himself into her.

“What do you want me to do to you?” he hummed, continuing to suck and tease her nipples, not relenting the hold he had on her.

“Come inside me, Bash,” she begged. “Please. I want you deep inside me right now.”

“Tell me how bad you want me to fuck you, Alexandra,” he ordered.

“So fucking bad, baby. I need you to fuck me hard. Right now, please.”

“Fuck. Don’t move these,” he said, squeezing down on her hand before he released her and got off the bed.

His eyes didn’t leave her body, not even as he pulled his t-shirt over his head and undid his belt. Alexandra could see the massive bulge under his jeans, and when he lowered the zipper and peeled the pants and briefs down his legs, she let out an involuntary hiss. He was huge, and his manhood pointed right at her. She couldn’t picture taking all of him into her mouth, but that was exactly what she wanted to do, if he let her.

Sebastian stepped out of the messy pile his pants and briefs made on the floor. He walked around to the other side of the bed where he placed the box of condoms and was about to pick it up when Alexandra grabbed it.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked her.

She opened the box and pulled one out, waving it about as she moved to the side of the bed where he stood. She sat on the side, parting her legs wide, sliding the wrapped condom down her body and back up to her cheek. “I’m going to help you get this on,” she told him, smiling seductively.

He groaned, moving to stand between her legs, hands on each of her knees. “I want you back in that bed with your hands above your head. Or do you want me to tie them up?”

“Mmmm. Maybe later,” she answered, eyes now focused on his engorged erection. She ripped the top of the wrapper, licking her lips as she went. Before placing the condom at the tip of his hardness, she looked up at him, put one hand on his shaft and licked his cock head before taking him all the way into her mouth.

“Oh fuck,” he growled.

His eyes flicked down to her lips that now stretched around his thick arousal. Alexandra pulled her head back, and moved forward again, getting into a rhythm as she sucked and took him deeper each time. His hands rested on her shoulders now, eyes full of abandon, hips moving forward slightly each time she pumped him.

Sebastian seemed like he could come anytime. Before he did, though, he squeezed her shoulders and pulled out completely. “Get that condom on me before I blow,” he told her in a low, groaning baritone.

Smiling, Alexandra placed the condom at the tip and slowly rolled it down his hot, wet, throbbing shaft. The second it was all the way on, Sebastian pushed her back on the bed where she sat, and from the side of his bed, lifted her legs around his waist, gripped her ass, and drove inside her in one hard, punishing move.

She gasped at the feel of him hitting the back of her womb, tight inside her soaking wet channel. He pulled out slightly, and moved in deep again, hands still on her ass which was nowhere near the bed now. Only her upper back and arms made contact with the sheets as he moved in and out of her. In this position, he hit her core with each thrust, driving her wild with pleasure she had been craving all this time. In. Out. In deeper. Out almost all the way. His hands held her waist now, pulling her into his pelvic with every stroke, driving her need and pleasure higher still. She moved a hand to one breast and began to circle the nipple. Sebastian’s eyes honed in on her hand as she twisted her hardened peak and moaned from the way he pounded into her.

Groaning, he picked up the pace. “Yes, Alexandra. Keep touching yourself. God, you’re so beautiful. Your breasts are extraordinary. Just perfect.”

His manhood swelled inside her from her self-stimulation. Sebastian had to be close, but Alexandra was so much closer now.

“Oh fuck, Bash. I’m coming,” she whimpered. In seconds, her body shook and her center tightened around Sebastian’s cock as she came so hard she could barely see.

Sebastian didn’t stop there. Waves of pleasure still ran through her body as he moved faster still, groaning deeper with a sound that Alexandra swore made the waves of her orgasm roll on and on. His hips thrust forward hard and fast several times before he dug his fingers into her waist and pressed into her for one final, sharp lunge of his hips. He howled, and she could feel his hot release deep in her womb, even with the condom between them.

Exhausted, he pulled out, lowered her to the bed and straightened her out along the length of his bed before going to his bathroom. He returned after removing the condom, and stretched out beside her.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, pulling her into his arms.

“Perfect,” she said drowsily. She kissed his neck and closed her eyes, ready for a restful sleep.