Sara

                       

Katherine’s outburst about Alek had me wanting to do some research of my own. I had to see what I was in for if I was going to continue to entertain the idea of seeing him again. Utilizing the computer at the front desk, I made quick work of it since I didn’t want to tie it up for too long.

Searching for the name ‘Alek Devera’ instantly bombarded me with image after image of the man who sent my heart aflutter. Most of the pictures were of him with a woman. So many different women. My excitement fell the more I saw, inexplicable feelings of jealousy coursing through my veins. After my eyes had enough of the barrage of pictures, I couldn’t decide which was worse: the fact he was always with a different woman or that he couldn’t settle on just one.

Nevertheless, he always looked stunning, ever the photogenic subject. Most of the images looked like they were from some sort of fundraiser or charity type event, the formalwear a sure giveaway. Mixed in with the formal pics, there were some candid ones, as well. Walking out of a building, getting into the back of a town car and even strolling along while talking on his cell phone were among the many other images ingraining themselves into my brain.

When I finally peeled my eyes from the pictures, I read some of the articles. He was very involved in numerous charities, but the one which he seemed to be the most active with was for domestic abuse.

Out of all the causes in the world, why this one?

When I came across some clippings mentioning his philandering ways, I almost stopped my search altogether. But of course, my curiosity won out, needing to find out as much about Alek as I could. When is Seattle’s most eligible bachelor going to finally settle down? Who is the woman on his arm this week? Is Alek Devera seeing two women at the same time? Those were the types of articles I came across, aggravating me more than should have been normal.

Maybe Katherine was right. I should be careful with him. Maybe he had his own agenda for wanting to see me. Maybe he was only trying to get me into bed, seeing me as a challenge because I was a virgin.

No matter how much I tried to reason with myself, I couldn’t stop myself from finding out.

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I made it home in time to meet with the install guy. He was in and out in record time, going over all the instructions before he left. Admitting I felt safer was almost like admitting defeat; that Alek really did know best. But I wouldn’t dwell on it too much, realizing the sense of security his generous offer provided was long overdue.

“Sara, your cell is ringing. Do you want it?” Alexa called out from the kitchen.

I knew exactly who it was from the ringtone. “Let it go to voicemail. I’ll get it when I’m done changing.” I wasn’t planning on going anywhere for the evening, so my normal protocol was to change into PJs for the night.

My phone instantly started ringing again, went to voicemail then started ringing again.

Man, is he persistent.

The fourth time my phone rang, I picked it up.

“Are you okay?” he blurted out before I could even say hello. “I was worried something happened to you.” His tone confused me. He seemed irritated but also genuinely worried, for what reason I had no idea.

He just had someone install a high-end security system. What the hell does he think would happen to me in that short amount of time?

“I was busy, Alek.” My curtness came out more stern than I planned but maybe it was for the best, letting him know I was a grown-ass woman who didn’t answer to anyone.

“Too busy to answer your phone?”

“What did you need, Alek?” I asked right away, wanting to get to the point of his call. I was weirdly flattered he was worried about me, but he was going about it all wrong.

“I’d like you to answer the phone when I call you,” he demanded. After a few moments of silence, I parted my lips to respond with a smart-ass comment but he cut me off before I could speak. “Please,” he beseeched, his tone softer than before. I heard a twinge of desperation in his voice and it confused me.

If I agreed with him, he’d move on. So that was exactly what I did.

“Fine, Alek. Fine,” I huffed into the phone, so ready to change the subject.

Pleased with my response, he jumped right into it. “So, now that the installation is done, are you all clear on how to use the system? Have you ever had one before? Do you know what to do? Does Alexa? I have the same system, so if you need any help, I can be there in no time at all.”

Jesus, he didn’t even take a breath. His verbal spewing had me smiling—until a certain thought occurred to me. How did he know the install guy was gone? Oh, good Lord, he was unbelievable. “Did you have him call you when he finished the job, Alek?”

“Of course I did. Why, does that shock you? Because it shouldn’t.” I heard him chuckle, relieving some of the tension on his end. Or was it on my end?

“No, I guess not,” I confessed.

 It really didn’t.

“So, are you okay with operating it?”

As I was describing my comfort level with the complicated piece of equipment, I heard a knock on the front door. “Hold on, someone’s here.”

My fingers circled the knob and I tugged it open, not even really paying attention to who it could have been.

I sucked in a rush of air when my eyes landed on the man crowding the entryway, looking even more delicious than he had earlier in the day. Alek didn’t even wait for me to invite him in, instead taking a few steps forward, brushing past me as he entered the small but comfortable space.

He was still dressed in his fancy suit, his tie a little lopsided from a long day at the office. I didn’t think I’d ever tire of seeing him dressed that way. Although he made casual look just as sexy. Actually, he looked even better practically naked, a memory forever etched into my brain.

So, in essence, no matter what he was wearing, or not wearing, he was still drool-worthy.

“How long have you been standing there? And why didn’t you tell me you were on your way over?” It was then I remembered I was in a tank top, braless nonetheless, and small jersey shorts. My pajamas.

He took his time perusing my body, making me blush profusely for some reason.

“I just pulled up, and I didn’t tell you I was coming over because I didn’t want you to try and talk me out of it. I needed to see you.” Taking another quick glance up and down my body, he took a step closer, both fists clenched at his sides. “Why would you answer your door dressed like that, Sara?” The air between us instantly shifted to an uncomfortable one. He was actually pissed off.

He really was unbelievable. I thought women were the only ones with those kinds of mood swings.

Defensively, I put my hand on my hip, trying my best to keep the sarcasm from my voice. “Well, the only person who would come by to see us would be Matt. So it’s perfectly fine I’m dressed this way.”

Apparently, it was the wrong thing to say. His nostrils flared, and his jaw clenched so tightly I thought it would shatter from the sheer pressure alone.

“You fucking dress like that around Matt? I can see your tits straight through your tiny-ass shirt. And those shorts are clinging to every part of you.” Realizing he was almost shouting, he took a deep breath before continuing. “I’m doing everything in my power not to drag you into your room and rip off what little clothing you have on. I can only imagine what runs through his head when you dress like this.” He was fuming, pacing back and forth in front of me. “Do you want to fuck him, Sara?”

I hadn’t been around Alek all that much, but it was the most he’d cursed in my presence and the fact it was in anger, directed at me, was throwing me off.

It was a good a time as any to tell him Matt was gay, but I didn’t want to. It wasn’t my place to tell anyone, but he was leaving me no choice. I really didn’t want him to think there was anything going on between us. The unnerving need to tell him was becoming too much.

“It’s not a big deal, Alek.” Sensing he was getting ready to yell again, I quickly interrupted him before he could utter another word. “He’s gay. Matt’s gay, Alek, so there’s nothing for you to be worried about. He couldn’t care less if I answered the door naked, although that might embarrass the both of us.” I was trying to make light of the situation, but I could see by his expression he wasn’t amused.

Not in the least.

Damn, Mr. Temperamental is really in a mood.

Daring to crowd his personal space, I courageously took a single step in his direction, his demeanor softening the closer I moved to him. I was still unsure of his mood so I stopped there, close enough to gauge his curiosity but far enough to retreat if I had to.

“You still shouldn’t be dressed like that in front of anyone, Sara.”

“Even you?” The words left my lips before I’d realized what I’d said.

“Especially not me. Not if you want to preserve your innocence,” he confessed, trying to disguise the look of want hiding behind his beautiful eyes. He huffed a quick breath and stalked toward me, looking as if he was going to pounce if I didn’t take cover.

His movements forced me to retreat, slowly making my way toward the kitchen. Our eyes locked on one another, his smoldering gaze almost too much to bear. He was telling me everything and nothing at all. Desire was clear in not only his face but the rise and fall of his chest. The curve of his mouth and the sight of his tongue teasing his bottom lip were driving me insane.

His mere presence ignited my desire. What would happen when he actually touched me?

It wasn’t until my back came flush with the kitchen island did I stop moving. Before I could even attempt to turn away, he wrapped his arms around my waist and hoisted me on top of the counter. Moving his strong body between my thighs, he pushed my scantily clad legs apart to fully accommodate him. His thick arousal pressed tightly against the seam of his pants.

I was lost.

Lost in what I’d fantasized about since I’d met him.

Lost in the dream of it all coming true.

Lost in…him.

Working his hands up from my waist, he brushed his fingertips over my sensitive nipples, hardening them at once.

“Alek,” I pleaded, the mere thought of what was to come making me squirm where I sat, imprisoned in his lustful hold.

“I tried, Sara. I really did,” he whispered quickly before he leaned down to capture my mouth. His kiss wasn’t gentle. It was deep and hungry. He was desperate to taste me.

To own and claim me.

I didn’t resist him, not at all. Snagging my lower lip, he dragged the sensitive flesh through his teeth, causing me to lose all control. Completely and utterly. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him closer.

He had one of his hands firmly placed at the nape of my neck, almost as if he was holding me in place so he could continue his assault on my slightly bruised mouth. His other hand lowered until he grabbed the waistband of my shorts. Pulling the fabric away from my belly, he slid two fingers down until he found my clit.

He broke our kiss, moving slowly toward my ear, nibbling at my skin until he landed on my lobe. “Do you want me inside you, Sara? Do you want to feel me stretch you? Tell me you can’t wait for me to fill you”—he bit the sensitive skin—“with my thick cock.”

What the hell could I say to that? Yes, please sounded too polite. What I wanted to scream was Hell yeah, I want you to fuck me into the middle of next week. But those weren’t the words I chose. Instead, a simple “Yes” escaped my lips. I was hoping he knew what that one simple word really entailed.

Every stroke from his fingers made me so dizzy, I couldn’t even think straight. I wanted to order him to take me to my bedroom and have his way with me, but I couldn’t get the words out. I could only focus on what he was doing to me, right there in the middle of my apartment.

My hands lifted upwards until they were tangled in the thick mane of his dark hair. Gripping him hard, I pulled his lips to mine once more, making it so we were devouring one another.

His hand was still expertly working on me, bringing me closer to orgasm. I moaned into his mouth, pleading with him to continue until my body exploded. “That…” I panted. “That feels incredible. Don’t stop. Please…”

It wasn’t until he pushed inside, my walls gripping his fingers, did I build toward my release. His thumb feverishly worked my clit as his fingers stretched me, the feeling strange but amazing.

I matched his rhythm with my thrusts, building and building until my muscles finally clenched, giving way to the most intense orgasm of my life.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me.” He continued commanding my mouth, his tongue teasing me as I rode out my high.

When the pleasure started to subside and my breathing slowed, the haze which had been built up around me dissipated, throwing me back into the reality of the situation.

Withdrawing his hand from my shorts, he grabbed me by the waist and lifted me down until my feet met the ground, my legs a little wobbly still. I instantly clutched onto his arms, doing my best not to topple over until I’d regained all of my strength. He held me tightly, giving me the time I needed.

 No sooner had we let go of one another did Alexa come walking down the hall toward the kitchen. Toward us. She stopped abruptly when she saw the flushed look on my face. Quickly looking up at him, I couldn’t help but notice how calm he seemed. And dare I say unaffected?

“Am I interrupting something?” she asked, having the decency to actually blush, stopping in her tracks and looking to me for approval to approach further.

“No, it’s okay. You can come in and get whatever you need. Don’t mind us.” I was trying to control my flustered voice as I spoke to her.

She smiled and said hello to Alek as she passed by. Once she was hidden behind him, she found my eyes and mouthed holy fuck, making me laugh at her brazenness. Alek gave me an inquiring look. I shook my head and laughed again.

He ushered me from the kitchen and toward the front door. I guess he’s leaving now. Trying my best to hide the look of disappointment on my face, I looked up at him and gave him a genuine smile.

“Well, I better be heading home. I have to go out of town for a couple days, but I’ll call you when I get back.” He reached out and grasped my hand. “Please answer your phone, Sara.”

When I didn’t respond right away, he cocked his head to the side and gave me an expectant look. He’ll wait here all night until I give him the answer he wants.

“All right already, I’ll answer your call,” I said with a smirk.

“Okay, make sure. And hit the code to the alarm as soon as I leave.” He leaned closer and gave me a sweet goodbye kiss, never giving way to what had occurred a few feet away a couple minutes before.

Then he was gone. And I was left already missing him.

Oh, this can’t be good.