Alexander

    This was a horrible idea.

    I knew where this was leading the moment I swept everything off my desk and sent it ttering to the floor with a crash that reverberated throughout the house.

    I knew that this was going to end up entangling me even deeper with the woman who I was beginning to fall for.

    And it might just ruin everything.

    But I couldn’t stop.

    I couldn’t control myself as I lifted E and ced her on the desk. Her soft legs wrapped around my hips, tugging me closer, and I lost all sense of logic.

    As she tilted her head, giving me ess to her glorious, perfect mouth, I suddenly didn’t care about the

    consequences. I didn’t care if she was manipting me, if this was all a ploy to get me to do whatever

    she and her father wanted. All I cared about was feeling her.

    And so I did. Without coherent thought, I nipped at her lower lip,pped at her tongue like my life depended on it, kissed down the delicate line of her jaw and over the slender column of her neck.

    “Alexander…”

    Her voice whispering my name was like the gentle beating of an angel’s wings. So soft I almost couldn’t

    hear it, and yet it was right there, hovering above me, around me, whispering on the wind like the

    sweetest melody I’d ever heard.

    Alexander.

    Not Alex. Never Alex.

    Only my full name. Complete. The way I felt when she was near. Whole.

    I bit down gently into her soft neck, savoring the small whimper of excitement that fluttered on her lips

    as I grazed my fangs along the spot where I’d marked her months ago. The sound made my cock

    instantly turn hot, hard, and throbbing, straining against my trousers in a desperate bid to escape.

    Goddess, how badly I wanted her.

    E was always beautiful, but something about seeing our child growing inside of her made her even

    more so. Her hips were wider, breasts full and tender, nipples peaking beneath the fabric of her blouse. Every desperate little breath she drew in as I wandered my lips lower made her chest tighten, practically popping the buttons one by one.

    Slowly, I ran my hand down her thigh. So soft. So perfect to dig my fingertips into. The feeling of her skin. bunching beneath my palms made me want to go feral, and without thinking, I bit down onto the flesh of

    her shoulder.

    She let out another surprised little cry.

    I ripped my head back, fearing I’d hurt her, but her cheeks were flushed and her lips were parted. Goddess, she was fucking panting like an animal, and I hadn’t even touched her sweet pussy yet.

    “Why’d… you stop?” she whispered, sounding utterly desperate.

    The sound of her voice broke mepletely. A low growl rumbled in my chest before I could stop it, and I knelt down in front of the desk, cing one hand on either of her thighs. Her skirt lifted up of its own

    ord, bunching around her hips as I pushed her knees to the side, exposing a devilishlycy pair of

    panties that were already soaked through.

    “Shit,” I whispered, passing a hand through my hair in exasperation. This woman was going to be the

    death of me.

    If she really was just putting on a show to get closer to me… then she was a damn good actress.

    I pulled her panties to the side with one finger, exposing the slick sweetness of the apex of her thighs,

    and began to feast. No hesitation. Just my tongue sliding up and over the folds, into the small opening, suckling on the sweet bud.

    Each sound she made was music to my ears. When I slipped one finger in, then two, she cried out loud,

    head thrown back in ecstasy, hair cascading over my desk. I managed to fit another in before it seemed like she might burst, my tongue flicking circles over her clit as I worked her.

    Only once she splintered on me, turning into a puddle on my hand, did I withdraw my fingers and stand again. I didn’t even bother to wipe her juices from my mouth–just unzipped my trousers, withdrew my

    desperate cock, and slipped into her in one fell swoop.

    E’s nails dug into my back. “Alexander–fuck-” She couldn’t even seem to get the words out. Just whimpered and clung onto me as I began to pump myself into her, eyes struggling not to roll back. Each

    flutter of her inner walls wasplete and utter torture.

    bIf /bI didn’t keep a grasp on myself, this would be over far too soon. And considering the fact that I wasn’t entirely sure if this would happen ever again, I wanted to savor it as much as possible.

    “E,” I found myself saying as if saying her name out loud would somehow keep me tethered to reality as I worked myself into her. Goddess, every single thrust felt likeing home. I wanted to m myself deeper into her, but I had to restrain myself for fear ofpletely losing the grasp on thatst thread of

    control.

    Saying her name shattered her. She arched her back, clinging to my neck for support as the desk shook

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    beneath us. Her cries could have broken the windows for all I cared. I just wanted to hear more of them.

    More.

    Perhaps I really was a fool for letting her seduce me again. This was a dangerous game we were ying- one of trust and uncertainty and a potential to ruin everything I had spent so many years working for.

    But right now… Feeling my mate grip me, feeling her lips desperately wander my chest, my shoulders, my neck… Hearing the sounds of pure pleasure that she made, pleasure that only I could give her…

    Nothing else mattered. Not Stormhollow. Not schemes. Not money or politics or any of it.

    Just us. Her. Trapped in this moment, clinging to each other, tasting the sweat on each other’s skin and

    the sugar on our tongues and tangling my fingers in her hair.

    “Fuck–Alexander,” E finally cried out, snapping me out of my thoughts, “I’m going to—”

    “Come?” I panted.

    E nodded, and my pulse spiked with excitement. I wanted toe with her. Wanted to feel her clench

    around me onest time while I spilled inside of her.

    Quickly but with efficient gentleness, I slipped out of her, lifting her off the desk and turning her around.

    She went willingly, palms pressing into the desk as I gripped her ass from behind. Goddess, even the arch

    of her back was nearly enough to make me spill right then and there.

    I pushed into her with another low groan, and then I was moving again, gripping her hips as if she might

    try to run away. She matched my thrusts with her own, hips and ass twisting and moving in tandem with

    each stroke.

    Lights danced across my vision. Everything in my world narrowed to that moment.

    I leaned over her, gently wrapping my fingers around her neck, and lifted her just enough to look her in

    the eye from above.

    We shattered together. It was like music, the sound of our dual release. Music to my fucking ears.

    And it was the second most beautiful mistake I’d ever made–the first being the night I had conceived a

    child with this very woman.