Chapter Three

“You had no right to do that!”

Alex looked up from his phone at the woman who’d just stormed into his office. The irate expression on her face made him feel an unexpected twinge of guilt.

“Do what?” he asked.

“You know what!” Indy threw at him, her voice shaking. “You ruined my date! Trevor hates me. He thinks I’m crazy. He’s never going to talk to me again.”

Alex stared at her. “Did he say that he was never going to contact you again?”

She faltered before his steady gaze. “What? No, he didn’t say it so many words but—”

“He’ll call,” Alex predicted.

Indy stared. “How would you know?”

His mouth tightened. “Because I’m a man. Because I saw the way he reacted to you when the two of you met—and because you’re beautiful. There isn’t a straight man alive who wouldn’t give you a second chance.”

He watched as she regrouped. It was clear that she was determined to be angry with him, and who could fault her? He was bewildered by his own behavior the previous day.

“Whether or not Trevor and I see each other again,” Indy said, “you still had no right to interrupt our evening by calling a dozen times for no reason at all.”

“I was calling about the project,” Alex answered.

Indy threw up her hands. “What project? You and I don’t have any projects together. I’m just a lowly assistant, remember? And I’m not even your assistant!”

“Thank God for that,” Alex muttered beneath his breath.

Or not quite beneath his breath, because he saw the way Indy’s face flushed, sending a warm rush of color into her cheeks.

“What did you say?” she asked him, her voice high and tight.

“I said ‘thank God for that’,” he repeated. “And before you start screaming at me again, I should explain what I meant by it.”

Indy crossed her arms in front of her blouse, unconsciously pushing her generous breasts into greater emphasis.

Alex tore his eyes away from those lush curves.

“I only meant that if you were my assistant, I would never get any work done. You’re too sweet a distraction.”

Her brown eyes fell before his look, a shy smile reluctantly tipping up the corners of her mouth.

Alex shifted in his chair as his cock started to harden. Christ, it was just a smile. What would he ever do if he got to actually touch her? To cup those firm breasts in his palms and taste her nipples?

He had to get a hold of himself.

“I came here to yell at you,” Indy said, looking up again at him.

Alex leaned back. “Go right ahead.”

She shook her head. “I can’t anymore. I’ve lost my momentum.”

“Good.” Alex got to his feet. He succumbed to the need to touch her by pulling her into his arms. She fit perfectly, her head tucking right under his chin. “Can I say something now?”

The docile question was at odds with the desire thrumming through his body. The light press of her hip and breasts against him made his cock even stiffer. He spread his fingers against her back, trapping them together.

“What is it?” Her words were muffled between their bodies, but she didn’t seem to be in a hurry to separate them.

“It’s about our project together.”

That got her attention, bringing her head up and her mouth into range. Alex savored this moment. Those lush red lips. Those big brown eyes. The combination of the sensuality of her mouth and the innocence of her eyes made him light-headed—and hard cocked.

“What project?” Indy asked.

“This one.” He murmured the words practically against her lips before he finally took them, tasted them and made them his.

She tasted so good—minty and chocolatey both, as if she’d been sucking on candies right before he kissed her.

And the way she opened up to him, wholly and completely. Giving him free access to the warm cavern of her mouth, the play of her tongue coaxing him ever deeper.

He drew away only reluctantly, aware of the open door to his office and the tendency for his employees to drop in. But he smiled down with what he hoped was reassurance into her small, troubled face.

“That was worth waiting for,” he said.

She stuck her lower lip out slightly. “How long did you have to wait? A day?”

Alex recognized the question as being introspective as much as aimed toward him. No woman wanted to think she’d given herself up too easily.

“I asked you out on Tuesday,” he reminded her.

“And today is Thursday,” Indy said. “All of forty-eight hours then. Such patience!”

The quiet scorn lashed him. While what she’d said was strictly true, it felt as if he’d been waiting a long time to touch her—weeks, even. Yet here she was, still in his arms, and it seemed like she was further away than ever.

“What do you want from me?” he asked, losing his patience. “I had to pursue you to get you to even agree to go out with me. Do you think that’s something I do every day?”

He saw the movement telegraphed in her eyes before she pushed him away.

“Should I be flattered?” she asked.

He thought she should be. He never chased women. He never had to. One overture was enough—more than enough, usually—to get a woman into bed. With Indy, he’d had to ask twice before she’d even agree to go on a date with him. A date! With his schedule, he barely had time for one-night stands, much less for dating.

Yet he’d carved out an hour to go around to Indy’s apartment to try to persuade her to go to that show with him, without even knowing whether he would be successful.

The least she could do was show some appreciation for the effort, instead of ridiculing it.

“Yes,” Alex said, “I think you should be flattered.”

Indy glared up at him. “I was right the first time. You are a pig.”

She pushed past him and moved to the open door.

Alex was intrigued, despite himself. “When did you call me a pig?”

She paused then looked back with a mocking smile that didn’t fit on her rounded face. “Read between the lines, Mr. Winters.”

 

* * * *

 

Trevor called right after Indy got home from work. She tried not to show her pleasure in the fact that it was only the day after their first date, but she knew it had to be a good sign.

Then she listened to what he was saying…or, more accurately, singularly failing to say.

“I don’t know if it went that good… Do you think it went okay? I mean, it was just a first meeting, but sometimes you just know, right? I believe in first impressions… Maybe it was just a chemistry thing. It was really weird how your boss showed up then kept calling all night.”

After a few minutes, Indy’s head was pounding.

Damn Alex Winters! If he were standing there next to her, she was sure she would have to strangle him.

She put the phone down on Trevor’s half-hearted apologies.

Wrong again, Alex. She wasn’t getting a second chance with this guy—not that she was certain she wanted one. But it stung being on the wrong end of that particular conversation. The loser. The dumped.

Just like with Ray.

When was she ever going to be good enough?

Slowly, she undressed and ran a bath. A long soak was her usual antidote for a long day at work, but this evening it wasn’t working.

Unwillingly, her thoughts took her over her entire dating history.

In a way, Ray was right. After her parents died in the accident, she hadn’t really had a chance of living a normal life. Her grandparents hadn’t known what to do with a teenager and, lost in their own grief, they barely noticed when she skipped school day after day. She’d found high school boring and unchallenging, so her grades stayed high, despite the missed classes. And good grades were all her grandparents knew to judge her by.

They hadn’t known about the older boys she’d started to hang with, the crowd that she spent so many long lazy days with…the college guy she first lost her virginity to. Partying became an everyday event and so did having sex with whatever friend of her boyfriend’s was around. That her boyfriend encouraged her to sleep around was at first cool and dangerous, then scary and sad.

Luckily, she had a wakeup call by the time her own college applications rolled around, though that only came after a house party she was at got raided by the police.

By college, she was ready to settle down into a real relationship, without the cheap thrills her adolescence had offered. That’s when she realized no college guys were ready to do the same thing. In the beginning, she was okay with just hooking up. Everyone was doing it, and it was still kinda cool. But then her girlfriends started forming relationships, and Indy was left behind. The guys who were content to have sex with her didn’t want anything more, and the few relationships she did have seemed to stretch on too long without any real progress.

Indy blinked back tears.

If her parents had been alive, they would have guided her away from those bad friends all those years ago. They would have been there to love and support her when she made her first mistakes, before it turned into a lifestyle. They would have been discreetly setting her up on dates with the sons of their friends and acquaintances, with the hope that she would hit it off with one of them and get married. She probably would have grumbled about them interfering with her life, but she would have nonetheless been grateful for the fact that they cared so much about her future.

The Trevors of the world talked about settling down, maybe because they knew those words could be magic to a woman who was thirty and thinking about the future.

At least Alex didn’t pretend. He offered a good time and no promises for the future.

A good time. Maybe that was what she needed, because she certainly wasn’t getting what she wanted.

Indy reached for her phone.

It was time to get real about her life.

 

* * * *

 

The apartment’s front door was unlocked.

Alex cursed under his breath. This was the kind of thing that would haunt him for days, wondering if she made a habit of being so careless—and most of all worrying about her safety, just as he’d done when he’d found out about the internet dating experiment.

At least it looked like the experiment was over.

He let himself into the apartment, a grin starting to spread across his face.

Her call had been unexpected—her invitation even more so, particularly after that scene in his office that morning.

He’d been playing it over and over in his head the whole way here.

Alex? Husky, sweet, just a little unsure. It’s Indy. I’m taking a bubble bath. Would you like to join me? Then a giggle.

The incredible words had made his stomach clench. But it was the giggle that had caused his dick to stiffen.

Sexy Sen, sitting in her bathtub, waiting for him, wearing nothing but her gold jewelry. Maybe he would take that off, too, after he was done fucking her the first time…because he didn’t think he could wait right now.

He unbuttoned his shirt as he made his way to the bedroom, following the steamy trail that still hung in the air. The apartment was humid and fragrant. Her body would be, too. Hot…and wet.

He stripped off his shirt.

The bedroom was like a sauna. To his left was the bathroom, the door ajar. Another invitation, although he didn’t need this one.

A small sound stopped him.

Alex turned.

To his right was the bed…and Indy…sitting on it. Fully clothed and unsmiling.

After the vivid fantasies that had accompanied him through the drive over, the reality was like a dose of cold water. Not a single bubble in sight.

Alex reached up to run his hand through his hair. It was slightly damp. Shit, he was already sweating—for none of the right reasons.

“What took you so long?”

The sharp tone was very far from the warm, honeyed one he’d been expecting.

He stuffed his right hand, still holding his keys, into his pocket. He felt like an idiot, shirtless and covered in sweat.

“I had to park in an overnight lot,” he explained, feeling more stupid by the second. “It was two blocks from here.”

An overnight lot. They both heard the words but only he flinched, aware of how crude and presumptuous it might sound.

The whispered words on the phone… He thought now that they must have been a product of his overactive imagination. He’d started dreaming about her. Now he must be suffering from auditory hallucinations.

She straightened, moved her hands to the neck of her top and let it fall to the side.

The garment, he belatedly realized, was a bathrobe…and she was naked underneath.

“I was getting cold waiting for you,” she told him.

Alex stared at her large breasts, peaked with soft, dark nipples.

Who could be cold when the entire room was on fire?

“Jesus,” he muttered.

She smiled. “No, just Indira.”

Indira. It fits her. Not Indy, Hank’s pleasant and polite assistant, but Indira, the sultry woman he’d just discovered.

For once he felt out of his depth. He hesitated, wanting to reach out and grab her, his head wanting to hold off and catch his breath. His cock? Well, his cock wanted to fuck her until she cried for mercy, but his cock was often wrong.

He watched her smile fade. “What’s the matter?”

“I work for you,” she said.

Alex was cautious. This was a new situation for him, too. “Yes. So?”

“So I don’t want this to get out of hand.”

What did that mean? “It won’t,” he said. “I promise.”

God, her tits. They seemed to fill his immediate range of vision. He was willing to promise just about anything to get his hands on them.

She stood up and the robe fell to the floor, leaving her softly damp and naked.

Alex sucked in a breath, held it, then let it out in a long stream. He had to get himself under control or else this would all end a lot sooner than he wanted it to.

But his penis had other ideas. It rose insistently in his pants, raring to go. It was ready to rampage—and damn the consequences.

As he looked into Indy’s luminous eyes, he knew he would have to get the better of his dick. The fallout of this one day could devastate more than their working relationship.

He took another breath, a real one this time, and stepped closer to her. That one step was all that was needed to bring him into range of his goal.

Her breasts hung heavily between them. He reached up and grasped them lightly, then lifted his hands higher to feel their weight. They were bigger than the broad span of his hands.

“Jesus,” he said again.

Following an inexorable urge, he bent down and took one dark peak into his mouth. He tongued it hungrily, savoring the velvety skin tightly nubbed into a sweet bud, his to devour. He drew more strongly on her erect nipple, making Indy gasp then moan as she twined her fingers in his hair, holding him even closer.

The accepting movement caused his cock to stiffen painfully. It didn’t want him to savor. It wanted him to unleash it and aim it straight for her vagina. But Alex was already thinking more creatively. Dare he mention the idea of titty-fucking? It was their first time together. Would Indy see it as more or less intimate than straight intercourse?

He’d never felt this before, this division. Alex had always been in tune with his penis. It didn’t fight him. It obeyed. This was the first time he actually thought the cliché might apply to him. His penis might have a mind all its own.

Ignoring his lower head for now, Alex switched to the next breast, sucking it with the same rough fervor. But he didn’t let go of the other. Holding one big tit while sucking on the other made him feel incredibly rich. It was a bounty of pleasures.

Indy’s soft moans didn’t bolster his self-control. The sounds she was making were so erotic, more tantalizing than the overwrought screams most women were eager to burst his eardrums with after barely any encouragement.

When he finally let the second nipple pop gently from his lips, Indy’s face was flushed, and her downcast eyelids shielded her expression.

“My breasts are very sensitive,” she said, almost apologetically.

Alex straightened. Did she think that was a drawback?

He glanced down at her tits still nestled in his hands, lush and gorgeous, their nipples moist now with his saliva.

Fuck. There was no way the rest of this was going to go slowly.

“They’re beautiful,” he told her.

She didn’t lift her eyes but smiled prettily for him.

“Thank you.”

Now! Now was the time to bring up fucking those incredible tits.

“Indy…” He struggled to get the words out. “Why don’t you lie down on the bed?”

Shit, this wasn’t going at all like he’d pictured it. In his head on the drive over, he’d seen it all progressing smoothly—pussy-fucking, a little time spent doggy-style, then her legs in the air as he pumped his cum into her, hanging on to those tits the whole time.

Being in the same room made those fantasies seem tame. He wanted more. Hell, he probably needed to do more if he wanted to impress her.

When had he started to think he needed to impress her?

By now, Indy had wriggled onto the bed. She occupied the exact middle of it, her limbs spread out like starfish, leaving no room for him.

“Uh…”

She giggled up at him. “Get on top of me.”

On top? So straight to fucking?

Alex stripped off his pants and moved to the side of the mattress. He eased her legs apart, getting a glimpse of trimmed black hair, before her knees snapped back together. They didn’t seem to want to give way.

“No.” A hint of impatience tinged her voice. “On top.”

He looked up. She was holding her breasts in her hands, squeezing them together to form…

Fuck. This was definitely his day.

Alex moved over her body carefully until he straddled her chest. God, her tits! They were serious eye candy—and mouth candy.

“Are you sure?” he asked hoarsely, still not quite believing his good fortune.

Indy smiled up at him. “Be honest. You wanted to do this the moment you saw them, didn’t you?”

Alex nodded. His stiff cock bobbed over her breasts in time to his movements. This time, they both knew what they wanted.

He lowered his hips, tilting his cock forward so that it rested in the crevice of her cleavage. He moved his hands to cover then displace hers. His hands were full now, just the way he’d imagined, full with hot quivering tit flesh. Gorgeous.

For a moment he just admired the picture Indy made, her black hair swirled all across the bed in abundance, brown skin flushed rosily, nipples upright to attention.

Loosening his grip slightly, he widened the space between her tits, just enough to slide his cock into it.

Dry skin on dry skin.

Shit, this wasn’t going to work.

“There’s lotion in the bedside table.”

Lotion! That was the answer.

Yet her pat suggestion caused him to frown. She’d done this before. Of course, she had. Here he was, thinking he was edgy and daring, and she’d probably let every man who’d ended up in this bed do this exact same thing, using the same bottle of lotion he extracted from the side table.

Indy reached up to trace his eyebrows. He hadn’t realized they were set into a grimace until her fingertips showed him how they were scrunched together.

“Stop thinking,” she said.

She was right. He had to shed this stupid jealousy. If she even knew he was feeling it this strongly, she’d probably want to kick him out—and that would be like getting kicked out of paradise.

Alex bobbled the lotion in his hand and was immediately humiliated by his clumsiness.

He was relieved when Indy took the bottle from him, flicked it open and began squeezing out droplets to apply to her skin. She worked slowly, rubbing the creamy liquid over her breasts and into the deep hollow between them. Every few seconds, her fingers brushed against her own nipples, laving them with the lotion.

It was like watching a very tiny fetish porn film, up close and personal, and Alex was very into it.

“Now you,” she said, looking up into his eyes. Still holding his gaze, she took hold of his cock.

She anointed his dick in the same intense deliberate way, smoothing the lotion over every inch.

Alex let his eyes close.

He’d never enjoyed this kind of rubdown before—thorough and unhurried, shockingly relaxing yet also deeply, powerfully arousing. By the time she shifted to his balls, his erection was towering.

The scent of strawberries filled his nose.

“It’s flavored lotion,” Indy murmured, seeming to read his thoughts. “I got it online from a specialty website. It tastes even better than it smells.”

Her words conjured up a graphic image of Indy on her knees, nibbling at his dick while he kneaded her breasts in both hands. The fantasy was so perfect that he knew he had to do everything he could to make it come true.

“I’ve got the dark chocolate one, too,” she said.

Fucking hell, what was she trying to do—make him spill all over her sheets?

Strawberries and chocolate. It was a great combination, almost as good as the two of them together. Alex and Indy. Actually, that sounded even better.

He’d never been this turned on by a woman, never been this ready. He felt like an inept teenager, touching soft feminine skin for the first time, yet this also felt as right as being in his own skin. It felt…real.

For a moment, he was scared.

Indy, on her back, her hands still cupping his tender balls, stiff now from arousal, probably ready to embarrass him with one good squeeze. Yet she knew the exact pressure to exert to keep him on the edge and not push him over too soon.

It was scary how well she seemed to know his body, how she’d known what he secretly desired before he could even ask her for it. Linking their names together, like they were a couple, like this wasn’t just a random happening, was terrifying.

“Alex.”

The sound of his name popped his eyes open. She was smiling at him. So goddamn sexy.

“It’s time,” she said.

Somehow, he managed to straddle her slick torso without jostling her. He took her tits in his hands with the proper reverence. Then he leaned his hips against her, careful not to crush her with too much of his weight and slid his cock home.

Indy’s breasts were smooth, firm and warm. His cock looked very cozy between the golden-brown mounds. He pressed his hands closer together and her tits covered his dick completely. It was wrapped up sweetly with just the head showing over the top of her cleavage.

It felt so good that he wanted to stay like that forever, surrounded by her.

Then Indy tilted her head down and stuck out her tongue. The tip of it barely brushed his cockhead, but the tiny touch made him shudder.

Alex started to move. Skin against skin, the lotion made the motion almost frictionless. He had to make his own channel, kneading her breasts as he fucked them, alternating between a loose grip and a tighter one. Each time he thrust forward, her eager little tongue emerged to lick the head of his dick, adding to the endless variety of their sex play.

Indy’s nipples hardened against his palms. Now he could barely let go. He grasped her hot flesh more and more tightly until the skin stood out pale between his fingers.

Throwing his head back, he fucked her tits faster. The scent of strawberries was almost overwhelming. He was close.

“Put it in my mouth.”

With his blood screaming in his ears, he took a moment to process the words. It. In her mouth. Fucking incredible.

Alex pumped a few more times, but he knew he was ready to come. With a final heave, he pushed past her glorious breasts and fed his pulsing cock straight into Indy’s mouth.

Heaven.

She sucked his length with her sweet mouth for only a few seconds before he was ejaculating in thick gobs that spilled from her lips onto her cheeks and chest. Then she reached under to scoop up his balls and give them a squeeze, and he was coming more, endlessly, until he felt light-headed from the exertion.

But she was still hungry, pumping his shaft at the base to milk the last few drops from his penis. The sight was so incredibly sexy that he stayed hard even after she was done licking and sucking those last few dribbles. She ran her tongue around the edges of her mouth to catch every last bit.

Alex collapsed onto the bed next to her, his entire body spent—except for his still semi-hard cock, swaying above his hips like a banner signaling for more action.

Indy’s face appeared above his at the same time as Alex felt her hand on his cock.

No, no more. He needed a rest. Maybe a nap. Maybe a long nap.

But, just like the insatiable Indy, his dick had other ideas, and it was on her side.

Alex’s stomach clenched in anticipation. “Where do you keep the condoms?”