Chapter Three
Kellie rode in the car, switching back and forth between heat flushing her cheeks at her animalistic reaction to Alex’s attention to wonder at going her whole life without feeling something so incredible. The two of them didn’t speak any further, which was okay by her. She needed to collect her thoughts. And compose herself. How could she face this man after the way she’d followed his commands, and reacted so to his touch?
She would, damn it. She wanted more. From him, more of his touches, and more of the wondrous experiences he promised to offer.
He pulled into the parking lot of her apartment building. Without hesitation, he bounded around the car and opened her door. Would he want to stay when she told him the truth about her lack of experience? God, she hoped so.
Holding her hand, he led her back to her place. It would be so easy to just go along with whatever happened next, but she had to be honest with him. She didn’t even know why, just that it seemed unfair not to tell him it was her first time. Some men might not want to take that on, might worry that she expected too much.
After his previous performance, maybe she did.
She unlocked the door and walked over to the kitchen area, divided from the living room by a large island with two bar stools. Alex sat down on one of the stools and watched as she pulled vodka from the freezer, then snatched two shot glasses. She poured some of the liquor in each. “Have a drink with me.”
He gave a small shrug and picked up his glass. She clinked hers against it then swallowed the vodka quickly, burning a trail down her throat to her stomach. She poured them both another shot.
“What are we drinking to?” he asked. He couldn’t have been more relaxed, leaning against the island and peering at her.
Every nerve ending in her body sizzled with anticipation. “I have to tell you something.”
“So, say it.”
“I’m a virgin.” She downed the glass and swallowed hard once again. “Do you still want me?”
His gaze raked over her body, from her warm cheeks to her high heels. “Yes. Come here.”
Kellie walked around the counter to stand in front of him, not sure what to do with her hands. She let them hang limply at her sides and wished she knew how to seduce him.
He grasped her waist and pulled her onto his lap. Brushing his knuckle over her cheek, he captured her chin and pulled her in to nibble on her bottom lip.
Closing her eyes, she let herself float away on sensation. His hand on her bare back, his erection pressing into her bottom, his mouth sending darts of pleasure down through her body.
After a few minutes, he pulled back, eyes narrowed. “How virginal?”
“Like that was the first time a man has ever touched me in that way.” She lowered her gaze, eyelashes grazing her cheeks.
“Look at me.” His voice was stern. She raised her gaze and looked into those dark coffee eyes. “How is that possible? You’re so beautiful, Kellie. What were you waiting for?”
“Let’s just say that I had certain expectations, and no one ever met them, so I waited.” She placed a hand on his broad chest, the stiffness of his suit tickling her fingers. “You… fulfilled them. And I want more.”
He scooped her up in his arms and stood in one fluid motion. “Bedroom?”
“End of the hall.” This close, the scent of citrus notes made her want to lick him, to see how he tasted on her tongue.
He used a foot to push the door opened then put her down on the bed. “Take your dress off. And Kellie?”
“Yes?”
“Leave the fuck-me heels on.”
Kellie glanced down at her gold strappy stilettos and gave a nod. She wriggled out of her dress and dropped it on the floor. Under, she wore lacy black booty shorts and a camisole.
“Jesus, you’re perfect.” He sat down on the bed, molding her breasts above the cami with his hands before he stripped her out of it. “Tell me what you want.”
She sat before him, nearly naked, so damn wet from his attention. Closing her eyes, she gathered the courage to speak. “I want you to take me, to make me come again.”
“I’m going to teach you everything. How to move when I’m inside you, how to take me into your mouth, how to chase your own orgasm. Do you want to be my lover, or is this a one-night affair?”
“You’re killing me, Alex.” It took everything in her not to cover herself as his eyes roamed over her, and his hands followed.
He held her gaze. “Answer me.”
“I want to be your lover. I want more. I want all of it.” She leaned forward and he rewarded her by devouring her lips.
“Lay down.” She did as he said, and he stripped her of her panties and camisole.
His head dipped down, licking and tasting her nipples for a bit before he settled between her legs. He whipped his jacket off, unbuttoned his shirt a few buttons, then unbuckled his pants and pulled out his cock.
Kellie’s eye grew wide. Alex was very well-endowed. She wasn’t a child—she’d seen them before in pictures, and even that didn’t compare to seeing his, this close to her entrance. He used one hand to slip on a condom he pulled from his wallet. “Will it hurt?”
“Only for a moment.” He used a hand to grasp her wrists and lift them above her head. For a few minutes, he kissed her, until she strained beneath him, ready, so ready for him to be inside of her.
Inch-by-inch he filled her. It was uncomfortable, but he let her move instinctually until this delicious building started inside of her. Finally, he began to pump in and out of her, filling and stretching her, then almost leaving her empty.
Her lungs were on fire, breath grating out of her, until she began to whimper. Still, his hands kept her trapped while he took her, flying higher and higher until she exploded.
Thrusting harder now, he growled with his own orgasm as he came inside of her. She threw her head back, a strange satisfaction stealing over her. She had made him do that, her body, her movement.
***
Alex sat back in his chair during the staff meeting, watching Kellie talk with one of the coordinators. She was beautiful, and she’d be his tonight. For the hundredth time? Thousandth time? He didn’t know, but they’d been unable to keep their hands off of one another for the last six weeks. They’d made love at the office, at his house, her apartment, in the car, and one adventurous afternoon in a dressing room.
True to his word, Alex had taught her everything he could think of, and she’d been an apt pupil. He’d also found out he really liked her; she was intelligent, funny. Maybe he even cared about her, even if he also wanted to fuck her mindlessly several times a day.
There were a couple of problems, though, the way he saw it. First, her father would be back at work next week. Kellie intended to stay on, and he could admit he’d been wrong about her. She was damn good at the job and had a few of her own clients now. Second, and this one worried him much more, Kellie seemed to be getting attached to him.
He’d broken his own rule, about not going back for seconds. She was just too perfect not to continue, to not have an affair with her. He didn’t want to hurt her, and he was far from becoming bored by her. If anything, he was more fascinated than he had been that first night.
The coordinator thanked Kellie, offered Alex a smile, then exited the conference room. It was a windowless room, and Kellie locked the door behind the staffer. She gave him a secretive grin then crossed the room to settle onto his lap. “I missed you when I woke up this morning.”
“I thought I’d get here early, make sure we were ready for the politician coming in tomorrow.”
“Mm.” She lapped at his neck then nibbled with her teeth. “I don’t like it.”
He leaned back, a frown pulling at his face. “Don’t get used to me being around, Kellie. This will last as long as it’s good for us both… but it won’t be forever.”
Hurt flashed in her eyes and she pulled back. “What makes you think I want forever with you? You’re so arrogant.”
“I don’t want to hurt you, honey.”
She pushed herself off his lap. “I’ve got work to do.”
He grasped her wrist in his hand and brought it to his lips. “I could’ve said that better.”
“You damn well could’ve.” She turned away and stalked out of the room. He’d make it up to her later. He never should’ve pushed for more than one night—and he had. He’d asked her if she wanted more that first night.
He’d learned his lesson last year when he’d had to sell David ten percent of his stock. Don’t get involved, don’t let people need him. He’d only let them down.
***
Kellie stormed out into the hallway, trying to school her features into something neutral. She was pissed, but damn it, her heart hurt, too. What was she thinking, taking Alex as a lover—her first and only lover? She’d known for weeks she was falling for him, but he’d been so content to keep seeing her, she’d thought maybe he was feeling the same way.
Her father had long talked about Alex not being able to stay with one woman for more than two weeks, so when things had continued… she’d believed it was more than just sex. She’d been a fool to give in to him, a known heartbreaker. Her father had warned her how wild Alex had become, sleeping around all the time.
Kellie stopped by the receptionist’s desk to pick up her messages from her time during the meeting when she realized how distressed the woman looked.
“Please hold.” With a huff, the receptionist pushed a button and put the receiver down. “Kellie, I’m not sure what to do.”
“What’s the matter?”
“Alex asked not to be disturbed this morning and there’s a woman on the phone. Her name’s Adanna. Says she knows Alex will want to talk to her and she won’t take no for an answer.”
“I’ll take it in Dad’s office.” She made her way down the hall, frowning. Who was this woman and why did she insist on talking to Alex? She wasn’t a client, Kellie knew that. A contact of some sort, possibly, but what if… what if Alex had continued to sleep with other people while the two of them were seeing each other?
It was true, they always used a condom. It was also the fact that they’d never had a conversation deeming them exclusive to one another. Kellie had just assumed. Was she a fool?
She settled into the office chair and picked up the blinking line. “This is Kellie Love, how can I help you?”
“I don’t want to talk to you. I want to speak to Alex.” The woman sounded very put-out. No wonder the receptionist had sounded so distressed.
“I’m sorry. He’s not available. But this is Leblanc & Love. I can help you with anything you need.”
“No, sugar, you can’t help me with the sort of things Alex helps me with.”
Well, Kellie couldn’t just come right out and ask the woman if she and Alex were having sex, now could she? “Give me your number and I’ll personally give him the message.”
Adanna recited her number then hung up. Kellie stared at the sticky note on which she’d written it. This was exactly the sort of thing she’d wanted to avoid—Alex acting like a child with too many toys.
And, as if things could get any worse, her period was really late. Like… a couple of weeks late. She hadn’t had the courage to take a pregnancy test.
Just then, Alex knocked on her open door and came in, shutting the door behind him. “I’m sorry, honey.”
“Who’s Adanna?”
“What?”
“Adanna.” Kellie enunciated each syllable. “Who is she to you?”
“Valentine’s makeup artist. She’s close in his entourage. Why?”
“You’re not answering my question. Who is she to you?” She clutched the sticky note in her fingers, crumpling it, but she didn’t care. She had to know.
“She’s someone I fucked once, Kellie. Happy now?”
“When?”
“Before I fucked you. Why the hell are you asking?” He stalked over to her desk and she held the sticky note out to him.
“She called you. Said no one else could help her with the things she wanted from you.”
“Look, I haven’t been with anyone since you, because that’s obviously what you’re asking without coming out and saying so.” He tossed the note in the garbage. “But don’t get any ideas that you have some sort of ownership over me. I care enough about you that I’ll tell you if I want someone else. That’s more than any other woman has gotten from me.”
“I feel so goddamn lucky now, Alex. Really, be still my heart. I’m touched.” Would his harsh words hurt so badly if she weren’t scared witless that she was pregnant? Probably.
Because, turned out, she really had been a fool. The ache in her heart right now told her everything she needed to know—she’d fallen in love with him. And he’d never live up to her expectations. “I’m going out. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
She didn’t want him coming over tonight. How long since she’d spent a night without him? Too long, apparently. She grabbed her purse from the drawer and stormed out of the office, blinded by tears.