Chapter Eleven

Rafe backed Alexa against the wall in his studio. As he kissed her, her heart beat so hard, he could feel it pounding through her blouse against his chest.

She moaned. “Lunchtime traffic was brutal. Twenty minutes. That’s all I can spare today.”

For the past eight days, they’d engaged in steamy trysts whenever their schedules allowed them to meet—fast, intense fuck sessions that sated and left him hungry for more of her at the same time. Trouble. That’s what Alexa was for him. She was too hard to resist. He couldn’t stop thinking about her. She was becoming an obsession he didn’t know if he’d be able to shake once their arrangement ended. He’d even thought of calling it off with her…but not until he’d gotten his fill.

He swept kisses down her neck as he slid his hands up her red skirt. “I’m sweaty from working the heavy bag.”

“I don’t care.” She kissed and nipped his bare shoulder and tugged at the knot in his workout shorts and pulled at the waistband. “Off…take it off.”

Alexa was sexy as hell when she was aggressive. His fingers brushed lace along her hip, and he followed the scalloped edges of the fabric to her inner thigh.

Soon he’d turn her demands into neediness. She’d beg for him to make her come.

“You first.” Rafe dropped to his knees. He dragged down her thong, and the sweetness of her perfume mixed with the scent of her arousal made his mouth water. He licked up the thin landing strip covering the seam of her sex.

“Oh…” Her knees started to buckle.

He brought her leg over his shoulder and cupped her ass.

Teasing shallow and deep strokes had her shouting his name like a mantra as her hips bucked and chased the glide of his tongue.

“Rafe…Rafe. Oh…it’s too much.” She tugged his hair, and his scalp stung.

It wasn’t close to enough. Rafe held her in place, circling and sucking her clit. He plunged his tongue inside of her, savoring her essence. Soon, her sex fluttered around his tongue, and her taste filled his mouth.

Her legs gave out.

Rafe picked her up and dropped her on the bed. He shoved down his shorts and jockstrap and released his hard cock.

Her gaze remained fixed on his erection as he found a condom in the bedside table and rolled it on. What he saw in her eyes mirrored the need pounding blood through his veins.

She widened her legs, exposing her glistening sex.

He had to have her. “You’re always taunting me with that beautiful ass of yours. Turn over and let me see it, princess.”

A hint of irritation sparked in her eyes. She didn’t like it when he called her princess, but when he did, she became even more fiery in bed.

Alexa went to her hands and knees. She looked over her shoulder and swayed her hips. “Is this where you want me, Raphael?”

On the other hand, if she was able to get pissed over him calling her princess in the midst of having sex, he wasn’t working hard enough. Rafe crawled up behind her. He caressed the curve of her butt and leisurely slid his finger inside of her sex. “Should we stop now and sort out what names to call each other?”

“Are you kidding me?” She arched up and pushed back on his hand. “No. Later.”

He worked two fingers in and out of her swollen sex. Each glide in became easier as she grew more aroused. “Are you sure we shouldn’t stop?”

Alexa fell forward and buried her moans in the pillow. “You’re not playing fair, and you know it.”

He leaned over and nipped her ear with his teeth. “Maybe I’ll give you a chance to pay me back.”

The sound of chimes tore through the sexual haze. Alexa glanced at her purse on the floor near the door. Her cell rang inside of it.

Who the hell was calling her now? The question was lost as she pushed back and squeezed around his fingers, trying to speed up her climax. She was rushing him? Not happening.

He stopped and moved away.

“No…” she wailed.

He came in from behind and fed his cock into her sex. Slowly. Her slick heat clamped around him as he pulled out even slower. He did it again and again. Sweat trickled down his spine. Each sensual, tortuous glide dragged over his aching cock. The self-imposed agony of his balls drawing up tight was worth it just to see Alexa writhing under him on the brink of an orgasm.

Not yet, princess. If she was only going to allow him twenty minutes to enjoy this, he was riding every minute of it out. No matter how much her sweet, satiny heat battered his control. Her body quivered with his next glide in. Yes. A few more thrusts like that and she’d be chanting his name.

Her phone buzzed again.

She stopped moving her hips, and her concentration shifted to her purse.

Was she actually thinking about answering the damn thing? This was his time.

A growl of frustration tore out of him, and he bucked his hips. Fucked. Up. Timing. Whoever it was would have to wait. “Are you still with me, princess?”

“Yes…yes.” Alexa hastily dragged a pillow under her hips.

“Then show me.” He slammed in balls deep as she rocked back to meet him.

“Yes. Like that. More. I need more.” Her cries joined the rhythmic slap of skin.

His cell rattled on the nightstand with an incoming call. Alexa’s soft pussy squeezing around him obliterated the distraction. Tingles danced down his spine. His balls grew tighter. The pull of pleasure drew him into her over and over again, spurring him to thrust faster.

She screamed out her climax, and he came soon after. It took almost everything from him.

Alexa collapsed on the bed.

He pinned her to the mattress and ground his hips against her luscious ass, prolonging their pleasure. The rush of release faded, but his heart still pounded in his ears.

Their quick breathing synced into a steady in-and-out rhythm.

He lifted up onto his elbows, relieving her of most of his weight.

She snuggled into the pillow.

He kissed her nape. “You okay?”

“Mmm…yes.”

Both of their cells sounded off.

She squirmed underneath him. “I better go. That’s probably my assistant wondering where I am.”

He gathered the strength to roll off her.

She got up, snagged her purse from the floor, and hurried into the bathroom.

He blew out a slow breath. Every time she left him like this, it felt wrong. Probably because in the past, with other women, he was the one getting up to leave.

She came out of the bathroom talking on her cell. Except for a few faint wrinkles in her clothes, she looked just as proper as she’d been when she’d come in. No sign at all that he’d touched her or even made an impact. He breathed away irritation, walked into the bathroom, and disposed of the condom in the trash. After a quick clean up, he wrapped a towel around his waist and walked back out.

As Alexa slipped on her shoes, the emptiness that usually came after she left crept over him. He didn’t want this feeling. He’d never needed to keep someone close. What was different about her?

She ended the call and faced him. “I have to go.” Her cell chimed again.

“You’re awfully popular this afternoon.”

“NorthStar’s twenty-third anniversary is in a few weeks. I’m in charge of planning the gala.” She glanced at his phone buzzing on the nightstand. “You’re pretty popular, too.”

“Yeah.” He picked up his shorts and untangled her thong from them. “Guess we’re both having a busy day.”

Lace glided across his fingers as he handed the underwear over.

“I was wondering where they went.” She slipped them on. “I have a full afternoon tomorrow and then the day after that, I have an early wake up. Then it’s Friday…”

“And I have to work.” That meant it would be at least three days before he could see her again. They didn’t have much time together as it was. All those missed days would take a major chunk out of it. He took her hand. “Come by tomorrow evening. Stay the night.” The words slipped past his lips before he knew it.

Alexa gave him a surprised look. “I…” She hesitated.

Shit. She only wanted time with him here and there for sex. Staying over was too intimate and wasn’t part of the deal. “You know what, ju—”

“I think that’s a great idea.”

“You do?”

“Yes. Your place is closer to work than my house. I may actually get a little more sleep.”

“Sleep? I wouldn’t count on it.” Rafe pulled her into an embrace and kissed her. He’d never get tired of her lips, her taste. He suppressed a groan and let her go. Tomorrow night, he wouldn’t have to stop.

She leaned into him, released an exhale, and smiled. “What time should I get here?”

His own happiness had him grinning at her. “Right after work.”