“Ewe, you’re not actually suggesting what I think you are?”
He laughed as he ushered me out the way we came. Bold, sexy and with too much innuendo.
I was not prepared for that. I saw a less stoic side to Richard, and a dangerously sensitive side to Aleksander. I did not want to be alone in that suite with him. I feared the look on my face said it all.
Chapter 22
Aleksander
The look on her face soured my mood. Was she jealous of the blond Richard would no doubt be spending time with? Did she wish it was her?”Oh come on, Haley, did you really think the man was celibate? Maybe he has his own fantasies," I baited.
"There are things about your boss you should never know," she cringed.
"Well, then it's good Richard is not your boss. You don't have to think any less of him," I interjected hastily.
The cab ride back was quiet and I knew once we got back to the suite it was a respectable time to turn in. I didn’t want Haley to know what effect her presence was having on my resolve to stay away from her.
Still, I was happy about our night out. I let my guard down. It was something I hadn't done in a long time.
We entered the suite and Haley headed to her room. As she walked towards the doors, she explained, "It's been a great day, but it's going to be a hectic tomorrow and I need my beauty sleep. Goodnight," she threw at me, not giving me a chance to respond.
Suddenly Haley lurched out of the bedroom. "Are we expecting someone else?" she demanded. her eyes wide with fright.
“No, why?” I inquired as I approached her, concerned at what could have frightened her.
"Someone been in my room, they ran the bath."
I started laughing.
"It's not funny,” she pushed, “someone's been in there."
Once I finished digesting the conundrum Haley was in, I needled.
"Did you fill out your questionnaire?"
"What questionnaire?" she hammered back at me.
"The one on your bed that ask what services you require. There is a maid and a butler that comes with the suite and if you don't fill out the questionnaire they assume it's their job to perform all the duties on it."
Haley ran to her room and returned with the list off the bed. "I barely got here when you called. I didn't see this list."
She began to read the questions. "What time do you want turndown service?" Her forehead frowned.
I took the sheet from her. "Turndown service, they will turn down the blankets on your bed for you. They will run you a bath and they probably put away any clothes you did not have time to put away. Anything left on the floor would have been sent to dry cleaning.
Haley, your mouth is gaping again." I took my hand and placed it below her chin and closed her mouth.
"Do people really expect these things to be done for them?" she asked.
"You bet they do, that's why you need to fill this out and leave it on your bed so they know what is expected of them. That's their job."
"A rock god buys me drinks, a maid runs my bath… this day keeps getting better and better. Who am I to let a good bath go to waste?" Haley turned her back on me and headed to her suite.
I sat at the kitchen counter and imagined her long soft mahogany hair flowing over her naked body as she slipped into the tub. What I would like to do to that wet naked body.
Cold shower, I needed a cold shower. I head to my room.
Someone rummaging in the kitchen disturbed my concentration. Who was making all that racket? Was Richard back already?
I recognized that full tempting derriere bent over the refrigerator. Definitely not Richard.
"Looking for something?" I kept my voice low and even, hoping not to startle her.
She almost jumped out of her skin at my sudden appearance. "You scared the hell out of me!" she screamed.
The expression on her beautiful face had me chuckling. "What are you looking for?"
"I'd like a bottle of cold water," she paused, "by my bedside in case I get thirsty in the middle of the night."
"So you don't have to sneak around and disturb anyone, or to prevent that hangover you are anticipating?” I ribbed as I reached inside and pulled out a bottle of Perrier.
"Here," I handed it to her.
"Not this. Water," she turned up her nose at the bottle, "Actual water, regular cold water, this isn't water."
"This is water," I insisted.
"This is rich people's version of water, not normal people water," she retorted.
"Normal people?” I raised an eyebrow. “Rich people are not normal?" I took a glass out of the cupboard, ice from the freezer, and filled the glass with tap water and handed it to her. "Here. Normal people water."
I crossed my arms across my chest and leaned on the counter and crossed my feet at the ankles. I was acting superior, I knew it, but damn if she didn’t look tempting with her piercing glare and those plump pouty lips.
Haley took the water, titled her head, stared me down and sweetly answered, "Thank you."
She huffed and proceeded to walk back to her room and tripped on my foot. The ice cold water spilled down the front of my shirt and jeans.
"Oh my god, I am so sorry, I swear I didn't do that on purpose," she stammered as she opened drawers, looking for something to dry me off with.
There I stood staring at my wet shirt when she turned around with the dishcloth, pushing me into the counter.
She took a step back and held out the towel.
I straightened myself and reached for the cloth, taking hold of her hand. I heard her breath hitch. She continued to hold the cloth when I began to slowly pull her close. The hard nipples of her breasts pushed into my wet chest. She was not resisting. I could once again see those haunting grey eyes piercing my very soul.
I leaned in, my lips brushing her forehead. "Are you going to stand there and tell me it was that boy band in those fantasies?" I growled against her ear. " I could be your fantasy, Haley."
“I would hardly call Get Bent a boy band.” Standing toe to toe, she looked up at me, batted those dark sooty lashes and whispered, “Do you even own a pair of leather pants or know how to apply guy liner. Not to mention the whole learning to play the bass to fulfill my fantasy?”
“If that’s what it takes,” I leaned in and nipped at her pouty bottom lip.
Her breath hitched, ”Leona warned both of us that sex was off the table as long as you are my boss.”
In a sensual soothing tone I countered, "Oh, Haley, you are too fine a woman to ever have sex on a table. You deserve much better than that."
I had already let too many opportunities pass me by. Had we drank too much? Was I taking advantage of my PR Specialist?
Would she let me?
Chapter 23
Haley
Aleksander took my hand and led me to the suite where the bath had already been drawn. He slid his hand inside the water. "What a shame, it's gone tepid. I'll have to take care of that," he casually remarked. He reached for a bottle from the side of the tub and sprinkled minute traces on the top of the water. He then turned on the hot water and I watched as the bubbles formed and the air filled with the smell of white jasmine.
Aleksander began to undress himself slowly as I watched, not sure if I could take a breath. He was the most beautiful man I had even seen. Every cliche I had ever read about in my romance novels all came hurtling into my brain.
Finally he took his naked body and stepped inside the tub. He turned off the hot water and motioned for me to repeat what he had just done.
I blindly obeyed, taking my time to unbutton each button of my blouse slowly, sensually. I had never seen a stripper before but imagined from stories I had heard that this was what it would look like. At least I hoped so.
I wanted to entice him. I wanted him to enjoy watching me as much as I enjoyed watching him.
When I had finished, he took my hand and led me into the tub with him. He sat down and pulled me in so I was sitting in fro
nt of him, my back to his front. He picked up the loofah and began to wash me.
He started with my neck, kissing it as he cleansed it with the sweet smelling bubbles tickling my nose as they formed in the tub. I shuddered as I felt his lips on my body. I had fantasized more than once about what those lips felt like. Would they be as electrifying as I remembered?
It burned hot and sent my head spinning. I jumped as if I’d touched a live wire.
I should not be doing this. Where was my common sense?
It left me the minute I agreed to take his hand and let him lead me into the abyss.
His hands moved across my shoulders and down my back, all the way to where my ass met the tub. He bend over and kissed my back, vertebrae by vertebrae.
I had no idea how I was going to survive the attack on my senses. I had never felt anything like this before. I had never had an experienced lover before him. He was making me feel things I didn’t think I could ever experience with anyone else.
When he was finished with my back he reached forward and began to wash my front, starting with my throat, moving down to my round firm breasts. I felt my nipples pucker. I trembled and sighed as he focused equal attention to both. They were hard and wanted to be touched. I wanted them to be touched, by him.
I was hot and wet and aching for more. He caressed my breasts gently at first, kneading them between his thumb and finger. He continued plucking, circling, pinching. I unsuccessfully stifled a whimper.
"Let it go, Haley," he whispered into my ear before he took it in his mouth and began to suck.
I wanted his mouth on my breast, not on my ear.
Could Aleksander tell that this was a kind of pleasure I had never had the privilege of experiencing? Was he aware of what his touch was doing to me? Was he preparing me for what was to come next? Would I be able to handle it?
The teasing, the tempting, the playing, went on for what seemed like forever. I was growing impatient; I had never known foreplay like this before. He had me on the brink of an orgasm only by the touch of his hand, the touch of his mouth, his breath on my neck.
I let out a moan that came from deep within a place I had no clue existed before now.
"I want you," he growled in my ear, "but I want your pleasure more."
He lowered his hands between my thighs and gently pushed them apart. He found the folds of my flesh and played with them, rubbing, working his way to my most intimate place. His fingers slid up and down, stroking me. Petting me.
I shuddered with pleasure, overwhelmed by the intense sensation. I cried out as he pushed his fingers deeper within my pussy. He was circling provocatively across my taut sensitive nub. It was almost like an erotic dream, dark, wanton and illicit.
My body craved what he was doing to it. I craved what he was doing to me.
"You're beautiful," he said just as a tension and pressure grew inside me, electric sensations shooting through me to the point I could not longer resist. With a cry I climaxed, shattering from his expert touch.
For a moment I just sat there, shocked at my body's willingness to give in to this unmentionable pleasure. Little by little I returned to myself, not sure what his reaction was going to be to my inexperience. "Say something," I muttered.
I could hear him breathing heavy as if he himself had climaxed with me. After a long minute, I lay with my head against his chest when his deep voice ordered, “Turn around.”
I quickly maneuvered my body to face him. His eyes were dark, burning, emphasizing the high hard lines of his cheekbones, jaw and chin. His breath was short, raspy, almost panting.
"Did you enjoy that?" he asked, his tone masculine and overwhelmingly sexual.
I was totally enraptured by his presence; I could only nod at his request.
"Good, because this is only the beginning.”
He pulled me onto his lap. He was hard and I was completely wet and open, ready to take him. I had seen him naked, fully aroused, before and I doubted I would ever see anything quite like Aleksander ever again.
He was big, deeply tanned, powerfully built and overwhelmingly male. I swallowed hard and for one split second wondered if I was woman enough take this man.
Why was he no longer concerned about the condom? Had he seen my birth control pills in my bathroom when he cleaned himself before he left my house? If he did, he didn't seem upset that I hadn't disclosed this bit of information that day. If I would have let him take me to that place, would we still feel the need to have each other, so ravenously, so completely?
I was amazed at how easily I slid down his cock. We fit together perfectly. With his hands on my hips, he encouraged me to find my rhythm. Facing him, I was delighted that he was now able to take my aching breasts into his mouth.
He covered them with his hands. "Perfect," he whispered before gently kneading them, circling my nipples with his palms, his tongue, his mouth.
I shivered as he stroked my face before finally claiming my mouth. How I had wanted to take that brooding alluring mouth of his! I had stared at it all too often wanting to feel it again, wanting to taste it again.
He was forceful yet sweet, challenging my soft pink tongue to a duel with the contrasting roughness of his.
I could feel myself tightening around him and felt his cock stiffen more than I thought possible. I enjoyed exploring every inch of his body but I didn't know how much longer I was going to be able to hold on. I began to rock and gyrate against his hardness.
Slow at first then the rhythm intensifying, he plunged his tongue into my mouth at the same moment he delved deeply into my body, taking me completely. I screamed and he silenced me with a kiss.
I was amazed at his stamina. How was he able to make it last? I was enjoying him taking his time with me. How he made me feel so deserving?
My thighs quivered as he continuously rammed me with his enormous shaft. Every time I orgasmed, he grew larger, going in deeper as I lost control.
He let out a primal caveman growl. I felt his hot fluid gush with every jerk as he filled my womanly essence. I knew I would smell of his sex for hours.
I was also grateful to the fact that I was on birth control. I did not need any more complications in my life. It was going to be hard enough to work alongside this man, knowing him the way I just had and knowing it could never happen again.
How do you tell your boss, thanks for the great sex, can you leave now?
Chapter 24
Aleksander
She robbed me of all control, sending shockwaves through my body. The likes of which I had never experienced with any other woman I had ever been with. How was I to ever be with anyone else after this? The connection was complete, electric, perfect and terrifying. Yet I had not had my fill of her. I wanted her again almost instantly.
We had been in the tub too long; the water was cold and I wanted her hot, hot for me, hot for my cock. I lifted myself out of the tub and wrapped a towel around my torso, then lifted her out of the tub and took a towel and began to dry her off.
I repeated the process of drying the same as the washing. With her back to me, I started with her neck then worked my way down to her ass and legs. I turned her to face me. After placing a gentle kiss on her moist lips, I finished drying her off.
I notice a drop of water I had missed glisten down her breast, across her belly and slide down to that place I had just been. I would have none of that — I would have to capture that stay droplet of water. I bent to my knees and began to work my way into her inner sanctum with my tongue.
I could feel her knees weakening. I knew she was not a virgin, but until tonight, I had no idea of her lack of experience. This time I was going to take my time with her. Make it about her and take her properly on the luscious king size bed.
I stood up and carried her to the bed. I gently placed her in the middle, giving us plenty of room to play.
Haley's heart was pounding out of her chest. I felt each heartbeat, hers and mine, while she laid sprawled across my chest.
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nbsp; Our mouths explored each other. Mine to her breast, her to my massively engorged cock. She took the tip of her tongue and flicked it back and forth. All I could do was hiss with pleasure as she stroked the shaft with her tiny hands. She placed her mouth around the head and pumped, taking her time to tease, to tantalize. She brought me all the way to the back of her throat. She had taken more of me than any other woman had dared.
She was taking me to the brink of madness, the likes of which I had never known. If I let her continue on this path I would erupt like a massive volcano inside her mouth. That was not where I wanted my molten lava. I wanted it inside her. All the way inside until she was dripping from my cum.
I placed my hands on her head and brought her to me. Her piercing grey eyes looked soulful and hurt.
"We don't have to cram a lifetime of lovemaking in one night," I reassured her.
I was once again hard for her and as I slid my fingers between the folds of her opening I could feel her, wet slick and ready for me as well. I surrounded her with my rock hard chiseled body, careful not to put too much weight on her lithe petite frame.
She looked so fragile and commanding at the same time. Her body language told me she knew what she wanted and she was willing to take it from me.
My voice was low and rough, I was not used to whispering. "Tell me how much you want me," I begged her.
I had never begged before, yet this uptight soccer mom had me begging her for permission to fuck her.
I felt her give in to the towering masculinity of my need. Still, I needed her to say it. I wanted to hear from those luscious pouty lips that she wanted me.
I looked down at her naked body, quivering in anticipation. "I need to hear you say it, Haley. Tell me you want my penis in your vagina,” I teased her.
With a barely audible moan, her hooded eyes look into mine. “I want your cock in my pussy. Now.”
Engulfing her with my arms, I push into her with an irresistible force. The friction of my arousal excited her more and her whole body began to rise, synchronized with my rhythmic movements. Her uncontrollable cries of longing stole all the breath from my body. Over and over she pleaded for more.
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