by Cathryn Fox
“Wow, so pretty.”
“Want to be really impressed?” he asks, and takes my wine from me.
“Sure.”
“Stand up,” he says, and shifts to the seat across from me. I stand, and poke my head through the opening in the roof as his hands go to my waist to balance me. Wind rushes through my hair, but fortunately we’re going slow enough that it doesn’t steal my breath. I glance around, take in the traffic and all the bright lights of the bustling city. I’m about to duck back inside when Alec’s hand dips beneath my skirt, and slides upward, dragging the fabric with it.
Oh, my God.
As he exposes the lower half of my body, I flatten my hands on the roof of the vehicle and can’t believe that I’m shifting my stance, giving him access to the spot that has been craving his touch since we parted last Saturday. Okay, that’s a lie. I’ve been craving his touch since our night in St. Moritz. Still, this is wrong. He had a date with another woman tonight. A date I set up.
His hand slides a little higher and a moan catches in my throat. Okay, maybe I’ll just let him touch me for a second, give me one glorious orgasm, because goddammit, I’m fighting a losing battle here. He rubs my clit through my lacy underwear, the panties he bought me last week. If I didn’t know better—and I’m not entirely sure I do—I’d think I wore the thin lace on purpose, in case something exactly like this might happen tonight.
He tugs the panties to the side, and cool air washes over my pussy, but the second his mouth closes over me, my temperature skyrockets. “Oh, yes,” I cry out, as he licks me from top to bottom, circling my clit in that little way that makes me insane.
He dips one thick finger inside me, and rubs the bundle of nerves that takes me higher and higher. He pulls his finger out and slides two back in, filling me so nicely. “Please,” I murmur, even though I’m sure he can’t hear me, but then he changes the pace and depth, touching me places so deep, I can barely fill my lungs.
From the sidewalk, a group of teens raise their fists and pump air as they cheer me on, like they’re privy to what’s going on down below, and for some reason, I’m not even embarrassed. This man, the lust he arouses in me is melting all my reserve, not to mention my brain cells. Seriously, though, I can’t for one minute believe I’m in a limo, driving through New York, as Alec finger fucks me from the backseat. Does it get any better—any dirtier—than this? Jeez, maybe deep down, this girl next door is a little more adventurous and a whole lot more naughty than she ever knew.
In a fast move, he rips the material from my hips, and I can’t believe how much I like his impatience. The soft blade of his tongue swipes over my clit, a hot stimulation that curls my toes and my fingers.
“Yes,” I moan, and lift my gaze to the sky, not able to focus on anything but the pleasure coursing through me. He takes his fingers from my pussy, and I groan, but when he pushes his tongue in and slides his hands around my backside, massaging my cheeks and spreading them, a new kind of need takes hold.
Is he going to...
He touches my back opening, rolling his finger around the rim, and dipping in slightly, and the sensations are so foreign and so delicious, my entire body pulses. What the hell? With his tongue inside me, his finger gently probing my backside, I buck forward and grind my clit on his face. His growl of approval reaches my ears, thrills me, and a second later a gasp crawls out of my throat, and I grip the hood of the vehicle as a powerful orgasm tears through me, stealing my ability to breathe as well as to stand. As my hot release drips down my thighs, my legs weaken, and Alec pulls me in.
His eyes are dark, intense, but there is a small smile playing on his gorgeous face. He likes playing with me, likes trying new dirty things to gauge my reactions. Well, if that orgasm didn’t tell him I liked it a little filthy, nothing would. And who knew? Surely not me. My sex has always been vanilla. How could I ever go back to boring missionary after this?
I’m about to fall back onto my seat when he pops the button on his chinos, and pulls out his cock. My mouth waters as I take in his huge thickness, and before I can even think about what I’m doing, I straddle his lap, and sink down until every inch of him is buried deep in my body.
“Alec,” I cry out, and press my mouth to his, taste myself on his tongue.
“You feel so fucking good,” he murmurs into my mouth. He cups my breasts through my blouse, and brushes his thumbs over my aching nipples. I arch into him, and his big fingers fumble with the buttons. “I want to rip this off you,” he growls. While I want that, too, I don’t want to be caught exiting the vehicle with my clothes torn apart. He finally gets the buttons opened, and unhooks my bra from the back. I shrug out of it and as I move up and down, slide his cock in and out of me, he clamps down on one nipple and I go perfectly still.
“So good,” I moan, and as he sucks on me, his other hand massages my breast. He growls and my sex muscles ripple around his pulsing cock. I want to feel him. That’s when some small working brain cell reminds me I jumped on his cock without a condom.
“Alec,” I say, a hint of panic in my voice. There is more than pregnancy to consider here. “Protection.”
My nipple pops from his mouth, and he curses. Before I can think better of it, even though there is a part of my lust-induced brain warning this is a bad idea, I cup his face, and say, “I’m clean and I’m on the Pill.”
He exhales, almost painfully. “I’m clean, too, Megs. I always use a condom. I promise.”
“I trust you,” I say, shocking myself with that admission. He might be a lot of things but the Alec I knew and loved would never do anything to hurt me.
“I don’t want to stop,” he says, his cock still buried deep inside me. “I want to fill you with my cum.”
“I want that, too,” I say, even though I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s because I want to do something special with him, something I’ve never done with another man. Or maybe it’s because I want a part of him in me, a reminder of this night when I watch him walk down the aisle with another woman.
“Good,” he growls.
“Then we can do this?”
He grips my hips, lifts me up and then pulls me back down again. Heat and need roll through me. “Yeah, we can fucking do this.”
I gasp and press my forehead to his. We breathe together as he repeats the movement, and lifts his hips to power into me. My hands go to his shoulders, palm his muscles through his sweater.
“You are so overdressed,” I say, almost giddily as he takes me higher and higher.
“I’ll get naked for you later,” he says, and shifts me to take my other nipple into his mouth.
Later, yes. Later I can spend time with my mouth on his body, his beautiful cock. Wait, no, there can’t be a later. Later I’ll be stronger. Later I’ll somehow find the willpower to stop this from happening. I lift my arms, brace them on the roof, as he licks, nibbles and sucks on my turgid nipples, each slide of his tongue so beautiful and artful, I feel the pull deep between my legs.
“I’m so close, Megs,” he says, and pulls me to him, his arms wrapped tight around my body, his mouth buried in my neck.
“I feel you. You’re throbbing.” I moan, lift high and when I sink back down, I come all over his cock.
“Jesus, you’re so hot.”
His teeth scrape the tender flesh of my shoulder as he powers into me and goes completely still as he finds his release. I hold my breath, concentrate on each pulse, as well as the sensations he rouses deep inside me.
When he finishes, I suck in a gasping breath and he cups my face. “Breathe, Megs. Breathe with me.” I gulp and he inhales, and I follow his lead for a few minutes until I’m no longer panting.
Catching me by surprise, he brings my mouth to his for the softest, sweetest kiss. The tenderness in his lips wraps around my heart and squeezes. Damn, that is not good.
“I see you have a thing for rippi
ng panties,” I say, trying to make light of this.
He chuckles. “Just yours.”
I lift myself from his cock. He groans, and opens some compartment and pulls out a tissue. He wipes me between the legs and my heart wobbles at the gesture. I fix my skirt as he cleans himself and disposes of the tissue, and that’s when a bit of reality creeps in.
“Do you think he heard?” I ask, staring at the privacy panel.
“No, it’s soundproof.” He zips up and leans toward me, a dirty, wicked grin on his face. “I would never put you in a situation where someone could hear or see you, Megan. Not unless you wanted that.”
“Oh,” I say for lack of anything else as I put my bra and blouse back on. This guy really is kinky, and I kind of like that.
He presses a button, and says, “We can head to Central Park now.”
The vehicle turns, and I sway into Alec as he comes to sit beside me. He glances out the window, and from the heavy way he’s breathing, to the way he’s gone quiet and pensive, I get that he has something on his mind. Maybe he, too, is trying to figure out why we keep doing this. As though moving of its own accord, his hand closes over mine and squeezes. I swallow against the tightness in my throat.
“Central Park?” I ask. “Why there?”
“Something I want to show you,” he says quietly without taking his gaze from the road. We sit in silence and a few minutes later, the car stops. Alec opens the privacy barrier. “Thanks, Phillip, we shouldn’t be too long.”
“Take as long as you like, Alec.”
Alec nods, climbs from the car and holds his hand out to me. I accept it and slide out. “Come on,” he says, and I follow him blindly through the park, toward the crowd gathering at the pond.
“Oh, my God, we’re here to see the Mandarin duck, aren’t we?”
He grins. “You ruined the surprise.”
I plant one hand on my hip and eye him. “I’ve really been wanting to see it. Did Amanda tell you about this, too?”
“No, I figured this one out all on my own. You always used to love coming here to feed the ducks.” A chill goes through me, and he tugs me to him. One arm circles my body and he runs his hand up and down my arms to warm me.
“You remembered,” I say quietly, touched that he took me here—then and now.
“I remember.”
My heart pinches. On my saddest days missing my parents, Alec used to take me to the pond. It was a distraction, and it always helped me clear my head, get it on straight and figure out my future.
We make our way to the edge of the pond to see the beautiful, multicolored duck. “How do you suppose an Asian duck made it to Central Park?” I ask.
“Don’t know. He’s kind of mean, though,” Alec says as the duck nips at a local mallard.
“He’s probably just unsure and feeling lost and territorial,” I say, understanding those emotions exactly after seeing Alec with Danielle tonight.
I glance up at Alec, and his eyes are serious and intense when they meet mine. If I’m not careful, this man is going to ruin me. I turn back to the pond and once again, as I stand here, I realize what’s real, what’s not and what my future holds.
“Let me just say, I don’t really think you have a problem impressing nice girls. I’ve been chatting with another woman online. I’ll set you up a date for next week.” Forcing a smile, I add, “She’s a librarian. Maybe she’s one of those women who are all quiet during the day and real wild at night.” It’s cliché, but I thought that would pull a smile from him, but no, he’s still staring at me like he wants to eat me alive again.
Okay, I get it. There is tension between us, enormous tension, enough to light up Central Park in a blackout, for a week. Maybe Sara was right. Maybe he did like me back in the day, but decided not to start anything because he wasn’t the marrying type, and I wanted the family and kids. Fine, I can live with that rejection now, especially knowing he doesn’t believe in marriage, or love. But at the end of the day, why can’t we continue to have some fun together until I find him a wife. We’re both single, and we clearly fit in the bedroom—or the back of a limo. The man drove straight for my sex when I poked my head through the roof, and I’ll be damned if I didn’t want that. Why deny myself earth-shattering orgasms? If I keep my heart out of it, I can’t see why I should.
“I was thinking,” I say.
“About?”
“You might need more help than I first thought. Maybe it’s a good idea if I continue to be of assistance. You know, to give you practice impressing the girl next door.”
His nostrils flare and even in the dim light I can see the black of his eyes bleed into the blue. “Do you think that’s a good idea?” he asks, and I get it, he wants me physically but he’s as unsure about this idea as I am.
“No, not even a little bit.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
Alec
WITH THE MORNING board meeting finished, I tug on my jacket and I’m about to push from my chair and leave the boardroom when Malcolm Blake, CEO and chairman of the board, holds his finger up to me.
“Can you hang back a moment, Alec,” he says, and I give a curt nod as everyone exits the room.
“What can I do for you, Malcolm?” I ask when we’re alone.
He crosses the room, leans against the massive table and puts his hand on my shoulder. “I had a drink with your grandfather on Sunday.”
“I’m sure he enjoyed the visit. Was he his usual pleasant self?” I ask, thinking about how he grumped about the stock market after my last visit. He might be in his nineties, but he keeps up with the news, and watches his investments closely. I’m pretty sure he’s on the ball way more than he lets on. He might fool the other grandkids, but he’s not fooling me.
He laughs, like he’s privy to some inside joke, and says, “He told me you’re getting serious with a woman. That we should be hearing wedding bells in the near future.”
“He did, did he?” What. The. Fuck.
“You know, James never was much good at keeping secrets.”
Or keeping his nose out of his grandkids’ business. But it’s best I don’t say that.
“We’d love to meet this girl,” he says. “Stability goes a long way with the board of directors, and that will definitely come into play when we choose the next CFO. Karl will be retiring in the fall, and of course we have a few other candidates, but marriage will definitely give you a leg up. You’d be the youngest CFO in Blackstone’s history.”
I grin. “It would be my honor.”
He slaps my shoulder. “Summer is just around the corner and you know what that means.”
“Blackstone’s annual golf tournament.” Every year the event is held at Malcolm’s own personal golf course, and the members and their families all convene, eat and drink. I usually play a round of golf and hightail it out of there before every grandmother tries to set me up with their granddaughter.
“That’s right, and we expect you to bring your young lady.”
“We’ll be there,” I say.
“That’s what I wanted to hear,” he says. He pushes off the table and I stand. He walks me to the door and I can’t help but want to strangle Granddad for telling him I was getting serious. Well, not really, but shit, did he have to tell Malcolm?
I nod to my assistant, step into my office and close the door. Circling my colossal desk, I sit, and stare out the window to take in all that is New York. The sun is warm today and getting warmer as summer approaches. I tug my phone from my pocket and it buzzes in my hand. My heart leaps, hoping it’s Megan. When I see her name, I want to kick my ass. I shouldn’t be this happy to hear from her, and agreeing to sleep together the other night, yeah, not my brightest moment. But I can’t seem to keep my hands off her. Maybe this is for the best. Keep having sex with her and get it out of my system once and for all. Like I actually believe that’s goin
g to happen. But what choice do I have? Keeping my hands to myself clearly isn’t working.
Megan: I hate to ask, but can you help me with something?
Alec: Does it involve getting you naked?
Megan: Is that all you ever think about?
Alec: No sometimes I think about other things too. Want to hear?
Megan: I bet and no, I don’t want to hear.
Alec: Hey, what is it you need help with and why do you hate to ask?
Megan: I am trying to secure Skylark as the venue for my aunt and uncle’s anniversary party, but I keep getting the answering machine. Time is short. I was wondering...
Alec: Yes, I know the owner, but it’s going to cost you, and if you think I’m talking about the venue being expensive, you’d be wrong.
Megan: That’s blackmail.
Alec: That’s right.
Megan: You didn’t forget about your date tonight did you?
Alec: How could I when you keep reminding me. What should I wear?
Megan: I’m going to swing by your place around 4. I have a client I need to meet near your place. I’ll lay out your clothes. Karla the librarian loves sushi, so pretty casual.
Alec: Give me the details on Skylark. I’ll make some calls, and don’t ever worry about asking me for a favor.
Megan: Thank you Alec.
I stare at my phone as she sends me the details, my heart pounding a little faster. When we finish texting, I pinch the bridge of my nose, and open my laptop. I have a ton of work to get through this afternoon, but now my thoughts are filled with Megan, and doing things for her, making her life a bit easier. I make a few calls, talk to the right people and in no time at all I secure her venue. I could call her and tell her, of course. But I’d rather do it in person so I can see her smile, her reaction.
Head down, I bury myself in my work, ordering in a sandwich for lunch, and eating at my desk. When late afternoon rolls around, I power down my computer, shove it into my bag and head outside. I find my Tesla in my designated spot and jump in. Maneuvering through the busy afternoon traffic, I make my way home, my pulse jumping in anticipation as I get closer.
