by Kira Blakely
Well, hell, he thought. It’s not like I forced her or anything. Her next words completely took the wind out of his sails.
“If you’ve just brought me here to use me as a decoy so that you can have some out-of-town fun with a hooker, then you can just take me home again. I wanted no part in it, Dawson.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” He was completely and utterly confused.
The fact that he seemed oblivious to why she was so mad just infuriated her even more. “What do you mean, what am I talking about? I saw you downstairs, sneakily handing money to that woman. What else could it be for if it wasn’t to pay for something illicit, like a prostitute?”
It was Dawson’s turn to get angry now. Was she being serious?
“A hooker? You really think that I was paying for a hooker?” Just the thought of it made him sick to his stomach. “I can’t believe that you would even think that of me, especially after what we shared in the car.”
Alexa’s heart sank to her stomach. Way to go, Lexi. You’ve really gone and done it this time, girl. “I’m sorry, Dawson. I jumped to all the wrong conclusions and you didn’t deserve that.”
“No, I didn’t. The reason I handed that woman some money was because I saw you with the homeless man outside. I gave her enough money to pay for a room at the hotel, buy him some clothes from the hotel boutique, and to make sure that he ate well.” Alexa felt like the meanest bitch on the planet as she listened to him. “I also gave her one of my business cards and told her to tell the man to call me so that we could make some arrangements for a job for him, as well as trying to find him somewhere to live.”
“I really am sorry, Dawson.” And she was. “I think I’m going to go and unpack.” She wasn’t sure how she was going to make it up to him, but at that moment it felt like the best thing she could do was to give him some space. The porter had already taken her suitcase into her bedroom, so she went in and closed the door behind her.
She was close to tears at upsetting Dawson so much, but was also relieved at being wrong in her assumptions about what he’d been doing. If nothing else, the whole matter had taught her that she shouldn’t have let her emotions get the better of her, and she sure as hell shouldn’t listen to gossip. It was obvious that their relationship needed to get back to that of employer and employee. At least that way, neither of them were going to get hurt by misunderstandings or miscommunications.
With her mind made up, she decided to have a shower and take a long nap. Even though she’d slept in the car on the way there, she was still mentally and physically exhausted. With the gala just a few hours away, she wanted to be a little more refreshed.
She woke up with an hour to spare, and after taking another shower, she applied her makeup, coiled her hair loosely on the top of her head, leaving wispy tendrils framing her face, and then turned her attention to getting dressed.
She put on her new lingerie and then zipped herself into the dress she’d bought for the occasion before putting on her new high-heeled shoes and taking a look at herself in the full-length mirror. The black, strapless figure-hugging sheath of the dress came to just above her knees at the front and then dropped to her ankles at the back. The finishing touch was one of her pride and joys in life – her late grandmother’s rhinestone choker that her grandfather had bought for his bride to wear on their wedding day.
She was a bag of nerves as she left her bedroom and entered the living area of the penthouse. She hoped that Dawson approved of what his money had bought, but more than that, she hoped that she looked the part and wouldn’t let him down in front of so many influential people.
As Dawson’s door opened and he walked into the room, he looked across at Alexa and stopped dead in his tracks. He could honestly say that he had never seen a woman more beautiful than how she looked at that very moment, and as he walked toward her, he was literally lost for words.
“You look…” His words trailed off as he watched the delicious blush spread across her cheeks. Dear God, I could rip those clothes off you right now and do so many bad things to you, he thought to himself before clearing his throat and trying again. “You look absolutely stunning, Alexa. Maybe we could skip the function and just stay up here together.”
He was only half joking, but even though he’d obviously forgiven her for her outburst earlier, Alexa was having none of it. “Absolutely not, Dawson.” But, you’re tempted, aren’t you, Lexi? She gave the devil on her shoulder a shove, determined to try and get their relationship back to where it had been before she’d got in the limousine with him.
Dawson gave an exaggerated sigh of disappointment, and without saying another word, he held the door open for her. They left the room together to make their way down to the large function room where the event was being held.
The evening was to start off with a charity auction, and after checking the table plan that was set up by the door, the two of them made their way to one of the round tables that was situated around the dance floor. Discrete place names displayed their allocated seats. A paddle with a number on it sat in Dawson’s chair, ready for him to bid if he chose to do so.
The room was a hive of activity as more and more people arrived, until, eventually, every seat in the room was taken and the evening could begin. Alexa looked around her with interest, amazed at how many influential and stunningly beautiful people had gathered under one roof.
The room was called to order by the master of ceremonies tapping on the microphone, and he proceeded to make a small speech before the auction commenced. He thanked everyone for coming and for giving their support to so many different charities. He went on to read a list of the different items up for auction as well as saying which person or company had donated said item, and Alexa was shocked to find out that Dawson had donated many of them.
There were so many different things being auctioned off that it took almost two hours to reach the final item, during which time Dawson bid on so many things that she lost count. She was absolutely riveted by the event and was thoroughly enjoying herself. The champagne was flowing freely, and she completely lost track of how many glasses she had to drink. She wasn’t drunk by any means, but she was definitely tipsy, and Dawson couldn’t help but smile as he watched her let herself relax.
Once the auction was over, a live band took the stage and various couples took to the dance floor. A few women came up to Dawson to ask him to dance, but he politely refused each time.
“You know that you’re breaking their hearts, right?” Alexa was tipsy enough to joke with him, and he laughed her comment away.
“There is only one woman I’m interested in dancing with tonight, and I’m looking at her.” Normally there was no way that Alexa would let herself be talked into dancing with anyone, but in her slightly inebriated state, she was helpless to resist as he took her hand and led her to the dance floor. As the music changed tempo to a slower song, Dawson wrapped his arms around her and she in turn wrapped hers around his neck as they swayed together.
With her head resting on his shoulder and her face snuggled into his neck, Alexa smiled against the pulse in his throat. “You do know that I’m on to you, right?”
Just like I want to be on you, he thought lustfully. “What do you mean, on to me?” He was curious about what she meant and more than just a little turned on by his proximity to her.
“I know that you like to make everyone think that you’re a bad boy, and you might be able to convince them, but I know differently.” She was slurring just enough to make herself sound even cuter than she already was. “You’re not really a bad boy at all, are you? I don’t care what those assholes said when you were growing up. I know that you have a heart of gold, even if you do like to keep it covered up with steel.” She knew that the alcohol had loosened her tongue, but for the life of her, she couldn’t quite seem to reel it in and shut up.
Dawson didn’t know what to say to her in response. He didn’t think that he’d ever heard anything as nice as what she�
��d just said to him, and he was deeply touched. So touched that he was afraid that if he tried to talk, she would hear just how emotional she’d made him with her words. Instead, he satisfied himself with tightening his arms around her and continuing to sway in time with the music.
He’d almost gotten himself back under control when the song ended, and Alexa placed the most tender of kisses right on the side of his neck. Then, his control snapped. He took a step backward and looked down into her face, smiling darkly before lifting her up into his arms. Then, in front of everyone, he carried her out of the room and purposefully strode to the elevator, taking her back up to their suite without saying a word.
17
HE KICKED THE DOOR closed behind them and lowered her to her feet. Alexa was powerless to resist as he slowly started to undress her, although if she was completely honest with herself, she would have to admit to wanting him just as badly as he seemed to want her.
“You have been driving me crazy all damn night.” Dawson’s voice was low, but she could hear the passion in it. He moved slowly, walking around behind her and lowering the zipper at the back of her dress inch by tantalizing inch.
Alexa couldn’t help but feel a little self-conscious, even in her tipsy state. For the first time, he was going to see her naked, and even though they’d had sex in the limousine, the light there had been dim. Now, she didn’t have the cover of darkness to hide her embarrassment. Dawson seemed to instinctively know how she was feeling and he was quick to reassure her as her dress fell in a puddle around her ankles, and she stood there in her new lingerie.
“You are absolutely exquisite.” She really was a vision of loveliness in front of him, and he couldn’t believe how lucky he was that she’d agreed to come away with him.
He reached forward and pulled her into his arms, removing the pins from her hair as his lips met hers in a kiss that was more tender than passionate and wringing a moan from her at the contact. He pulled her even closer into him, and she moaned again as she felt the thickness of the erection that was fighting to break free from the confines of its tuxedo-pants prison.
Dawson moved his mouth from hers and kissed his way to the tender spot just beneath her ear, making her tremble and sigh in response. She loved the way he kissed her, but she wanted so much more, including seeing him naked. Her hands reached for his tuxedo jacket, pushing it from his shoulders and letting it fall unheeded to the floor before turning her attention to the buttons of his shirt. It quickly followed the same fate as the jacket, and her nimble fingers turned their attention to his pants, undoing the button and zipper, and pushing them down over his hips along with his underwear.
Dear God, he is magnificent, she thought to herself, as she stepped back and looked him up and down. In her mind, he was absolutely perfect and the broadness of his muscular chest and arms perfectly matched his powerful thighs. The only thing more impressive than his physique was the cock that stood proudly to attention under her greedy gaze. It seemed to be getting harder still as he watched her inspecting him.
“I want to touch you. I want to taste you.”
Her words were almost his and with a growl he lunged forward and swung her back up into his arms, carrying her to his bedroom and the king size bed that awaited them. He’d told himself that he was going to go slow with her this time and make sure that he met all of her needs, but in all honesty, he wasn’t sure how much more control he was going to be able to maintain, especially when she said things like that to him.
He laid her gently down on top of the bed and removed her bra and panties before laying down beside her. Her hand started to move down his body, but he placed his own on top of it to stop her movements.
“Dawson, I said that I wanted to touch you.” Her voice was a sexy whine that almost sent him over the edge.
“I know what you said, but if you touch me now it’s going to be game over.” He leaned down to give her a kiss. “Roll on your side for me, baby.” She looked confused, but did what he asked anyway, rolling on her side and facing away from him. She felt him move in close behind her, the warmth of his body only rivaled by the heat of his shaft as it brushed against her buttocks. He trailed a hand from the back of her shoulder, down the side of her rib cage and over her hip before he moved it around to the cheek of her ass where he kneaded the flesh gently.
Alexa trembled as he maneuvered between her legs, his fingers skimming across her own heated moistness and making her gasp in reaction. Her whole body felt alive in a way that she’d never experienced before; her puckered nipples and aching breasts cried out for the attention he was lavishing on the lower part of her body. She trembled again as he unerringly circled her clit with one of his fingertips, and then she cried out as he slid his finger inside her.
He maneuvered his other arm beneath her and wrapped it around her waist, holding her tightly as he rolled over onto his back and pulled her onto him so that she was looking up at the ceiling. He started to move his finger inside her, twisting his hand so that he could stroke her clit with his thumb at the same time. Cupping her breast with his free hand, he started to tease her nipple, and Alexa’s body tightened and tensed up as she felt her climax already building inside her.
Dawson gently bit the lobe of her ear and then spoke softly to her. “Just relax and let it happen, sweetheart.”
Even as her mind argued with him, her body followed his instructions, and her first rippling orgasm of the night floated through her body as she called out his name and bucked on top of him, fervently wishing that she could feel him inside her.
He moaned against her ear as he felt her wetness against his hand. “That felt so good. Cum for me again.”
She was helpless to deny him as he slid a second finger into her, scissoring them and rubbing across the top of her g-spot as the palm of his hand pressed down onto her swollen clit. She cried out again and clamped one of her hands over the top of her mouth. She started to thrash against him as he held her firmly in place. “Please, Dawson! I need to feel you inside me. Please!”
He laughed softly against her ear. “I thought you said you want to touch and taste me?” He couldn’t help teasing her, but she found strength from somewhere and pulled herself away from him, turning to face him and smiling down at him with an intent expression on her beautiful face.
“I did, didn’t I?” She scooted backwards down the bed and settled herself between his legs, looking down at his hard shaft with a lustful gleam in her eyes. She tentatively reached forward
and wrapped her small hand around his girth, wondering how he could be so hard and yet feel like velvet in her palm.
She’d never tasted a man before, but she wasn’t going to let that stop her, and she licked her lips greedily before leaning down and touching her tongue to his tip. The taste of him was a heady sensation – basic, delicious and pure sex. Dawson’s hands found their way to her head, tangling in her long hair as he fought the urge to pull her head down onto him.
Alexa lapped at his knob, testing him out as she tasted him and letting her tongue slide across his slit. She heard his breath speed up and felt his grip get tighter in her hair, and she relished the power she seemed to have over him right now. “Do you like that?”
“Oh shit. You have absolutely no idea just how much I like that.” His voice was hoarse with longing, and once again he had to fight the urge to pull her face down onto his cock. His body arched up off the bed as she began to flick her tongue quickly back and forth over his tip.
Fucking hell! If she carries on like this, I’m going to cum within minutes, he thought.
She loved the taste of him. The thought of tasting a man had always revolted her in the past, but now she understood, and she couldn’t get enough of him. She held his shaft toward her mouth with one hand, and with the other, she cupped his balls and gently massaged them. As he groaned again, she opened her mouth wide and sank it down onto him, taking as much of him in her mouth as she possibly could and loving the taste of his leaking pre-cum
on her tongue. Because of her inexperience and his size, she could only manage to suck halfway down his length, so she tightened her hand around him and moved it in time with her lips.
Dawson felt as though he had died and gone to heaven. He didn’t think that he had ever felt anything more pleasurable in his entire life, and he never wanted it to end. Without conscious thought, he began to move his hips in time with her movements, his climax drawing ever closer with each passing minute until he came to his senses and jerked her away. “As much as I’m loving this, you’re going to make me cum way too fast. Besides, it’s my turn to give you pleasure now.”
Alexa just had time to give a moan of disappointment before he expertly flipped her over onto her stomach and took hold of her hips, pulling them upwards and backwards so that her ass was in the air and the top half of her body was on the bed. She felt his long legs straddle her, holding her own together as he dipped his hips and she felt the head of his cock press against her opening. She held her breath as he used his hand to guide his way into her, and then he was splitting her in two as his hands gripped her hips and he slid into her, going impossibly deep.
“Take hold of the headboard.” She followed his command and he started to thrust in and out of her. There was nothing tender or gentle about it this time – just pure animalistic need. Alexa was overwhelmed with the sensations that were coursing through her body, and as Dawson fucked her from behind, she met every thrust with one of her own, pushing back onto him as they both grunted and groaned in pleasure.
When Alexa’s orgasm hit, it took complete control over her. Her pussy ached, throbbing sweetly with her climax as Dawson increased the tempo and slammed into her so hard that the breath was knocked out of her body. She clung to the headboard and screamed into the back of her hand as waves of pleasure so intense that they left her incapable of rational thought cascaded through her.
Then, with a sound that could only be described as a roar, Dawson came too, pumping streams of hot, molten liquid deep inside her and triggering another trembling climax from her ravaged body. Her pussy milked him, clenching and pulsating around him as they both gasped for breath. Their bodies shook in the aftermath of what had been the most intense pleasure either of them had ever experienced, both on a mental and physical level.
