bChapter /bb128 /b

    Olivia

    Alexander’s eyes held mine, his gaze dropping to my lips. “I like the way you look in red,” he murmured, his bvoice /bdeepening. “But I’d like it even better on my floor.”

    Iughed, breaking the tension. “That was terrible. Does that line actually work for you?”

    “I don’t need lines,” he said, reaching for me. “Come here.”

    Before I could respond, Alexander pulled me onto hisp, my dress riding up slightly as I straddled him. His hands immediately found my waist, holding me steady.

    “There,” he said, satisfaction evident in his voice. “Much better.”

    I shifted slightly, acutely aware of how intimate our position was. b“/bIs this your idea of a nightcap?”

    “Better than scotch,” he murmured, his thumbs tracing small circles against my sides through the silky fabric. “You looked incredible tonight. Did you see how every man in that restaurant couldn’t take their beyes /boff you?”

    “I wasn’t paying attention to other men,” I admitted.

    “Good answer.”

    Alexander’s hands slid up my bare back, making me shiver. “This dress is a masterpiece. The iway /iit drapes your body…” He traced the edge where fabric met skin. “I could hardly focus on dinner.”

    “I noticed,” I teased. “You kept staring.”

    “How could I not?” His fingers found the zipper at the side of my dress, toying with it. “May I?”

    I nodded, my heart rate picking up.

    The zipper made a soft sound as he lowered it, his fingers warm against my skin. “You know what iI /ithought when I saw you in thisb?/bb” /b

    “Tell me,” I whispered.

    “I thought about how many ways I could take you while you were wearing it.” The dress loosened around me as he continued. “How I could hike it up around your waist and fuck you against the wall.”

    His crude words sent heat spiraling through me. “Alexander…”

    “Or bend you over that fancy dining table downstairs.” His hands slipped inside the now–open dress, finding my bare skin. “Would you like that, Liv? Being taken on the table where we’ll have breakfast tomorrow?”

    I gasped as his fingers traced my spine. “You’re being ridiculous.”

    “Am I?” He pulled the dress down slightly, exposing the top of my breasts. “Because the way your nipples are hardening tells me you like the idea.”

    He was right. The thought of him taking me on that elegant dining table was unexpectedly arousing.

    “You’re wearing a thong,” he observed, his hand sliding lower to cup my ass. “Were you nning this all balong/b?”

    b1/3 /b

    “It’s bthe /bonly underwear that works with this dressb,” /bI exined, trying to sound practical bdespite /bbthe /bgrowing bheat /bbbetween /bmy blegs/b.

    “Practical and sexy.” Alexander leaned forward, his lips brushing against my corbone. “I like the way you think, Mrs.

    Carter.”

    His teeth grazed my skin, and I shuddered. “We should go upstairs,” I suggested.

    “Why?” His hand squeezed my ass firmly. “No one’s here but us.”

    “Because…” I trailed off as his lips moved lower, approaching the swell of my breast.

    “Because you’re worried about being caught?” He nipped at my skin. “That’s part of the fun.”

    His hands moved to the front of my dress, pulling it down to expose my strapless bra. “Redce. You really did n this.”

    “It matches the dress,” I protested weakly.

    “Mmm.” Alexander unhooked my bra with practiced ease, tossing it aside. “And these match perfectly too.

    He cupped my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples. I arched into his touch, unable to help myself.

    “Sensitive,” he noted, repeating the motion and watching my reaction. “I love how responsive you are.”

    He lowered his head, taking one nipple into his mouth. The wet heat of his tongue made me gasp and grip his shoulders.

    “Alexander…”

    “I love the way you say my name,” he murmured against my skin. “Say it again.”

    “Alexander,” I breathed as he switched to my other breast,vishing it with the same attention.

    His hand slid between usb, /bpushing my dress higher. “Spread your legs wider for me.”

    Iplied, my knees digging into the sofa on either side of his hips. His fingers found the edge of my thong, tracing thece before pushing it aside.

    “Already wet,” he said with satisfaction. “Is that for me, Liv?”

    “Who else would it be for?” I challenged.

    His eyes darkened. “No one. This pussy is mine now.”

    Before I could respond to his possessive statement, his finger slid inside me, making me gasp. He watched my face as he added a second finger, stretching me.

    “That’s it,” he encouraged as I began to move against his hand. “Show me how much you want it.”

    I rocked against him, chasing the pleasure his skilled fingers offered. When his thumb found my clit, I moaned loudly, not longer caring if the entire house staff heard me.

    “You like that?” Alexander’s voice was rough with desire. “Wait until it’s my cock inside you.”

    His words sent a fresh wave of arousal through me. I leaned forward, capturing his mouth in a hungry kiss. He responded immediately, his tongue pushing past my lips to im my mouth as thoroughly as his fingers were iming my body.

    b7:59 /bbpm /bPD

    I reached between us, palming the hard length straining against his pants. Alexander groaned into my mouth, his hips bucking upward.

    “Careful,” he warned. “I’ve been hard for you all evening.”

    “Then let me help you with that,” I said, sliding off hisp to kneel between his legs. I pulled his pants and boxers down just enough to free his erection. I wrapped my hand around him, feeling his cock pulse, hot and hard.

    “Fuck,” he hissed as I stroked him slowly.

    I smiled up at him through myshes, enjoying his reaction. His cock pulsed in my hand, thick and heavy. “Like that?” I asked, running my thumb over the sensitive head.

    “You know exactly what you’re doing,” Alexander growled. His hand tangled in my hair, guiding me closer to his erection. “Put that pretty mouth to better buse/bb./b”

    I licked my lips, making a show of it. “Maybe I don’t want to.”