The boxers fell down his legs and he kicked those off too, but my eyes were still on his cock.
I was five feet and four inches tall, tiny in comparison to the godlike man who stood before me, towering me with his height and muscle.
“Don’t worry I’ll make sure you enjoy it. More than me.” He enticed. “Ready to play?”
I didn’t know how he could be so cool and calm, but I guessed the answer was simple. He knew what he was doing, and that came with experience.
How many times had he done this? Bring a woman home to this very apartment and turn her brain to mush with just one look.
She probably stood where I was standing too.
It shouldn’t bother me, but deep down it kind of did. But not enough to stop me. That was the buzz from the drink still. Had to be, because being with a player would have bothered the heck out of the old Summer. Or rather, the one that was being repressed.
The smoothness of his hands tickled my skin as he lifted me again and carried me over to settle me in the center of his bed. The sheets were cool against my body, but his touch was warm, hot even.
He kissed from the base of my feet and up my legs sending sparks of electricity up and down my body. I saw the wild flicker in his eyes as he kissed his way over to the very sensitive skin of my thighs.
I wasn’t ready to feel his fingers sliding into my center, and I couldn’t control the sharp gasp that escaped my lips.
I was hoping he’d give me a moment to recover but he didn’t. He slid in and out and circled around the sensitive bud of my clit with his fingers. I managed to catch sight of the sinful, carnal smile on his face and I remembered he said he was the devil.
I guessed that meant I was definitely at the mercy of his hands which were doing unimaginable things to my body.
Heat rushed over my skin and set ablaze when he parted my legs further and replaced his fingers with his tongue.
“Alex.” I called out his name but that just encouraged him to continue.
“Come for me, angel.”
I didn’t need any encouragement though because I was there, exactly where he wanted me to be. The orgasm that gripped me sent me over the edge. It had me writhing beneath him as I called for him. I grabbed a fistful of the bed sheets in an attempt to grab on to some control.
And, I really tried hard to catch my breath.
“You like me here too. I think we’re good to go. We can try other things later, angel.” He chuckled.
Later? I wasn’t sure if I could survive the next five minutes never mind later. I was still moaning against the remnant of the electrical spark from the orgasm that had taken me.
When I saw him move over to the night stand and retrieve a condom, I remembered that we hadn’t even gotten down to business yet.
Watching him sheath himself was even sexier than watching him.
“You ready angel?” He asked with a confident smile.
I couldn’t believe I was doing this. And with him.
As logic threatened to pierce its way back into my mind I held a mental hand up and thought screw it.
It was time for actual fun, and with a man that I was convinced was a god.
“I’m ready.”
I watched him guide himself to where I craved him and as he pressed into my core I arched my back and moaned.
He took his time to work his way deeper inside me, until I felt full of him. I winced in half pain, half pleasure as he hit my g-spot causing another wave of orgasmic bliss.
“Did I hurt you, angel?” He stopped looking concerned.
“No, I’m great.”
“Tell me if you want me to stop.”
“No, please don’t stop.” I couldn’t bear the thought of him stopping, and this not happening, but I loved that he was concerned.
I also loved that he didn’t need to be told twice.
He pulled out and thrust back into me and started pumping slowly in a sure rhythm we both enjoyed.
Just in those few seconds I forgot Tom as if he never happened, but took the time to note that what I’d had before wasn’t sex. It was more the case of trying a thing that resembled what it was supposed to be, but wasn’t it at all.
This, what I was doing with Alex, was sex.
Faster, he moved faster and I felt my mind once again slip.
This was ultimate pleasure, and my body was on fire with it. Luxuriated in the fiery sensation. Alive with savage energy.
The way that he held me and took me was almost primal. It was raw, needy, instinctual. As if he needed me as much as I needed him.
I wanted to believe that.
Every nerve quivered in my body as he slid out of me and turned me over so that I was on my hands and knees.
“You like me that way. Maybe you’ll like this position too.” He said in a ragged but controlled voice.
I didn’t get the chance to answer. He thrust in from behind and that took what we were doing to several levels beyond heaven. A white hot climax ripped through me as he started pumping again, then pounding.
“Oh fuck, I’m sorry angel you feel too good this way. I’m going to have to fuck you hard.”
I just remembered thinking I would have been appalled and definitely offended if anyone ever spoke to me like that in real life. I had to put it that way because this couldn’t have been real, and I wasn’t appalled or offended. The dirtiness of his words made thrills run up and down my body and shattered my senses.
Suddenly we seemed to be moving as one in the madness of the passion that took us.
I’d never needed anybody, or anything as I needed this man right now and the pulsating bursts of ecstatic pleasure he gave me. The fury of his deep thrusts filled me and my eager, needy movements made him go harder and faster.
Jackhammering now, pleasure racked my body. It was more than I could bear. More than I could cope with.
For him too, I realized. Our bodies shuddered, blasted with the passion and when the climax came it came for both of us in mutual surrender.
I couldn’t hold myself up. It was his hand around my waist that kept me up.
His hands in the center of my back, stroking me brought me out of my reverie.
“Are you okay, angel? He asked scooping me up into his arms. He slipped out of me
“I’m okay.” I managed. We were both dripping with sweat and my hair felt clammy against the back of my neck.
“You sure?” Again the concern was touching.
“Good, well now that we know each other we should do some exploring in the hot tub. Sex and water go great together.
That wicked smile would make me agree to anything. I couldn’t believe how good I felt.
Of course I was going to say, “yes.”
The first rays of the sun pried my eyes open.
There was an arm around me, around my waist. I was in the arms of a man.
Tom?
Please God, don’t let it be him.
Shuffling around to look I felt relieved when I saw Alex, but then all the ways I shocked myself last night came flooding back into my mind.
I remembered everything, and … I searched my mind and the way I felt.
The effects of the drink were gone and apart from feeling like I’d had
wild sex, I felt like my usual self. As in I could think straight and I was aware of all that I’d done last night.
And that awareness brought old Summer.
I couldn’t believe I’d had a one night stand, and with a man that looked like this being who held me.
This was the part where I was supposed to leave before he woke right? And do the walk of shame.
I’d leave, but I didn’t feel ashamed of anything.
Was that bad?
He was out cold which wasn’t surprising. I swear I’d had more sex with this man just last night than all the time I’d been with Tom.
Okay maybe not, that was a complete exaggeration.
It just felt that way because it was so intense.
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p; I needed to go so I could get ready for work. At least I wasn’t hung over and would hopefully make a good impression.
That was all I wanted for today, or even the rest of the week.
Careful not to wake him I slipped out of Alex’s arms. I looked at him asleep still and took a moment just to look at him, sealing him to my memory.
I’d had a really good time with him. Being with someone like him was something I could only ever imagine up in a wild fantasy. I was glad that I got to live that out.
Gathering my clothes, I left the room so I could get ready without making any noise. I then called a taxi.
However, as I was heading to the door to leave big strong arms grabbed me and surrounded me as I passed the corridor.
“Leaving so soon?” Alex asked.
Damn, he was awake.
He turned me to face him but kept me in the corner between the wall that divided the kitchen and the sitting room. Again those strong arms were placed either side of me.
Eyes silver, heavy with seduction. He was only wearing his boxers so I had the rest of his body to admire.
“I’m supposed to leave now,” I replied trying to act like I knew what to say, and like I wasn’t affected by how gorgeous he looked in the bright sunlight.
“Who say’s?” He challenged.
“Most people who do one night stands.”
“Stay, don’t leave. I had no intention of making this some one night stand.” The corners of his mouth lifted into a sexy smile.
There was nothing I wanted more than to stay.
It was tempting. Really tempting since I wasn’t even going to be doing what I was trained for.
With all those years of working hard, all my legal education, talents and experience, I should have at the very least been going to start a job as an associate or junior partner in a top firm. But no. I was going to be a PA.
A PA in a very prestigious law firm but a PA none the less.
It was salt on my wounds, but I had to see it for what it was. A way back in.
A way back to what I should be doing.
“I have to work,” I replied.
“Forget work, angel. You’ll have more fun with me.” He cooed leaning in to kiss me.
The kiss. I should have run away when I saw those lips coming but I remembered how they tasted and how he made me feel. I kissed him back loving the feel of his tongue on mine.
A finger was flicked backwards and forwards over my breasts reminding me of how much my body loved attention from this man.
“Stay baby. Let’s go back to bed and stay there until we absolutely have to leave it.” He teased against my lips.
“What would be a reason to absolutely leave the bed?” Slowly I could feel myself getting lost in that presence he had.
“Angel, for you I would happily die in the fucking bed.”
God, how the hell was I supposed to leave?
I was about to answer when the phone rang. It was the house phone.
A low growl resonated from deep in his chest and a scowl rested on the handsome features of his face.
The phone continued to ring and he stayed there with me. It rang out and then started up again much to his annoyance.
“I’ll be back. Please stay.” He moved to the lounge giving me a great view of his firm ass in those boxers.
With him gone I got the chance to think and damn it, reality crept back in.
Who was I kidding? I couldn’t stay.
And I couldn’t do this either.
Last night was amazing, but I had my life to sort out.
I had to fix me. That part of me that was broken and affected by losing my father, and yes Tom and Becca.
I wasn’t ready for a man in my life. Not even to play with.
The mission was to get my life back on track and that had to be focused on the one constant in my life.
My career. So I needed this job.
On that thought I left.
Leaving behind the only man who’d ever blown my mind, rocked my world and made me feel like a goddess.
Alex Sullivan.
Was I crazy?
Maybe.
Chapter 4
Alex
Bradford Sullivan loved to hear the sound of his own voice.
I’d heard it my whole life, heard it in my sleep and waking hours.
Heard it when he was mad at me, definitely mad at me. Annoyed, furious, had enough of my ass making him look bad, had enough of my ass outsmarting him, had enough of me being me.
I got it.
Even I knew that I was an acquired taste. The only person to truly get me was my mom, my mediator, but since she would be away for nearly two months teaching art in France, I had to deal with him.
Him, my father, the great Bradford Sullivan of Sullivan’s, one of the top ten law firms in the country and a global empire eager to make its mark.
The firm began with my great, great, grandfather, and had been handed down to the Sullivan men ever since who lived up to the renowned name everyone knew.
My father always started his lectures with a reminder of that, as if I didn’t know. Then he followed by highlighting how much hard work he and my two uncles put in to the company, and since we ran the flagship branch the onus was on us to set a high example.
I was growing tired of being treated like a child, or like some reckless teenager who didn’t have his head screwed on.
My father was nearly sixty-five and looking to retire soon. He should have done so already, according to his previous plans but hadn’t because of me.
It was my fault.
One hour and a half.
That was how long I’d sat in his office listening to this. With him behind his grand desk, and me on the opposite side doing my best not to wither away.
Jesus. I didn’t know what I’d done to deserve this.
I worked so hard.
My older brother, Preston was the apple of his eye. The favorite, the perfect one. The man my father wanted to run the place. It was why he’d made Preston one of the senior partners, right there alongside him, and not me.
However, Preston couldn’t run the place by himself and dad didn’t trust that I was ready to join the partnership.
I had to jump through hoops, but I still displeased him. Nothing was ever good enough.
It didn’t matter what I did or how well I did it.
It didn’t matter that I came with more areas of specialty than my brother. Or, that a lot of those areas were niche, opening up more business opportunities for us as a firm.
My knowledge, talents, and skills surpassed both of them. Both my father and my brother. Neither of them could hold a fucking candle to me.
So why was I just a mere senior associate, while my father had given my brother all the power?
Apparently dad thought that I, a man of thirty two years old, had no regard for authority, showed lack of professionalism, and had this don’t care attitude that didn’t fit the firm’s ethos.
I’d sat here in the four grand walls of his office for an hour listening to him blow off all his fury at me.
“Are you even listening?” He balked, looking more flustered. His bright blue eyes bore into me.
“I’m looking at you aren’t I?” I shot back.
“I don’t understand why you would do such a good job on the case and then ruin it by making us look bad.”
I sat up straighter and pulled in a breath.
“Dad, I don’t know what the problem is, we won the case.”
The damn Cartwright bankruptcy case took up nearly ten months of my life. It was the longest case I’d ever worked on because it was so complex with its cross border components. My team and I did a fucking great job on the case, and actually made sure all sides got a fair outcome.
We were the complete opposites to that asshole Quin Bailey, the prosecuting attorney, who was going in to clean Cartwright out. Their way would have caused all manner of unwanted loss.
“Judge Pederson, Al
ex. Don’t act like what you did is something to be excused.” Dad yelled.
I shook my head at him. “You don’t know what happened or even care about that man’s unsavory habits.”
Judge Pederson, asshole number two, would have sided with Bailey if I hadn’t put him in his place and show him that I knew all about his dirty little secrets.
“You’re right. I don’t care. What I care about is that you chose to bring it up in court. It wasn’t the place Alex, he almost held you in contempt.”
“And why didn’t he?” I raised my brows questioningly. “Oh could it be because I’m right. And guess what? Had I not pointed out knowledge of what he gets up to in his spare time months of work could have gone down the drain.”
I’d had months of the idiot trying to undermine my intelligence and I just lost my patience.
Bailey tried to intimidate one of the accountants who was there to give her testimony. He outrightly accused the woman of stealing and fiddling the records so she could pay for her cancer treatment. His behavior embarrassed me as an attorney, and his lack of compassion disgusted me to no end.
It was evil. Low and below the belt.
What happened to the Cartwrights was one of those terrible occurrences where their stationary chain simply just ran out of business. It was literally a case of inexperienced management and unfortunate circumstances that happened over time. Probably with the rise of all these online companies who could offer everyone a better deal.
We’d all seen it happen over the last few years with the recession. Their biggest problem was they were already in debt so there were a number of parties involved.
Baily tried to turn it into something more sinister by implying some type of embezzlement had occurred. That was why the case had dragged on for so long because I had to prove that nothing like that had happened.
As he badgered the accountant, Judge Pederson did nothing. When I objected he overruled me four times and insisted that the questions were irrelevant.
They weren’t because we were at the end of the case, we, Sullivan’s, had it in the bag and they were just tying up loose ends because that accountant hadn’t been able to make it to court before due to being bedridden from her illness and treatment.
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