Dangerous Temptations(38)

I screamed and panted until my body broke down and shook relentlessly.  His moans muffled in my pussy set me off, my walls tightening around his  fingers as he quickened the pace. "Oh my god … Alex … " I barely had the  chance to recover before he grabbed my arms and lifted me up with him.  His lips covered my mouth, his taste mixed with my arousal.         

     



 

He walked us around the table and then spun me around, facing the wall.  My palms hit the wall like bricks on pavement as his hands slowly,  roughly caressed down my back and hips. "One taste of you would never be  enough, baby. Never." He knelt down, gripping my hips and kissing down  my spine. I felt his tongue at the base of my ass, moving his body in  between my legs.

He turned and faced me, his back to the wall as he knelt in front of me.  I stood with my arms and legs spread as he stayed low, wrapping each  hand around my thighs. He drew my hips toward him as his mouth found my  clit again, his tongue circling around the bud and pulling it in between  his teeth. I moaned at the sensation, the pressure, and intensity  building up inside me. I was still extremely sensitive, my body barely  recovered from his mouth's assault just moments ago.

Panting, I arched my hips forward as his mouth greedily sucked and  licked. My body on fire as I shook in relief, certain I couldn't take  anymore.

He released his grip as he sat on the floor with his legs bent. His eyes  met mine as I watched him remove his bottoms, his arousal hard and  evident. "Sit," he ordered, but I shook my head no. My body was buzzing,  and I was quite sure I'd pull a muscle if I moved again. His hands  wrapped around my calves and squeezed. "I don't think I can … " I groaned.

He looked up at me and grinned. "Sweetheart, we're not done until you  come on my cock." His words were electrifying, unable to resist the pull  they had on me. I straddled him and let him guide me onto him. "Keep  your hands on the wall, baby." He was painfully hard, filling me as deep  as he could go.

I threw my head back as his mouth and hands explored my body. One hand  squeezed my breast with just enough force that it nearly made me cry out  in pleasure and his lips on my other breast, pulling the nipple into  his mouth.

He kept up the pace, thrusting into me as his mouth and hands touched,  grabbed, and sucked. It was more intense this time, but I didn't want it  to stop.

"I wanna hear you while I suck on your tits, Mac," I heard him growl out  his demand just before scraping his teeth against my nipple as he  pulled it back in his mouth. I gasped, surprised by just how much I  enjoyed it. "That's it, baby girl."

His tongue had licked up between my breasts before his lips found my  mouth again, our bodies moving in rhythm as a ripple of pleasure  overpowered me, setting us both over the edge.

I was spent. I didn't care if he came at me with a cock made of gold-I needed some recovery time.

He brushed his hands through my hair, bringing my face down to him. I  wrapped my arms around his neck as he kissed me, slowly and  passionately. "I can't get enough, Mac. It's never going to be enough  with you." I kissed him in response, enjoying this softer side of him.  He was a little bit of everything, but the way he adored me, needed me,  cherished me-that was the side I loved the most. I never had that  before, and since he had shown me what it felt like, I never wanted to  let go.





Chapter Twenty-Two



We ended up back in his bed-to rest this time. He curled his body around  mine, his chest pressed against my back. We had stayed silent like that  for a while before he spoke up. "I'm crazy about you, Mac. I hope you  know that."

I smiled to myself. "I know." And I did. He'd made that perfectly clear  since day one. But hearing him say it now, somehow felt different.

"I don't know what it was about you, but when I first saw you that  night-I just knew I needed to know you. Something drew me to you."

I turned and faced him, throwing a leg over his, and intertwining our  bodies together. "Would that something be alcohol and poor judgment?"

"Do you always have to be a smart ass?"

"No, not always." I smiled as he leaned in and kissed me. "So … " I  inquired. "Do you think you'd be a chef if the circumstances were  different?"

He narrowed his brows at me, obviously thrown off by my misplaced  question. "I like to think I would've pursued it had the option been  available."

"And why wasn't it?" I asked, not understanding why it was labeled  negatively. "You love to cook. At one point, you considered it. What  happened?"         

     



 

He swallowed, his face tightening. "Do we really have to talk about  this? It's in the past. It was something I wanted years ago. There's  nothing I can do about it now."

I drew my brows at him, curling my lip up on one side. "You're the same  age as I am … it's not like you can't change careers. I mean, if that was  something you really wanted."

He shook his head. "It doesn't matter. It'd never be allowed." I knew he  was talking about William and that he'd never allow it, but it didn't  make sense to me. If being a chef was frowned upon, no wonder he'd been  urging me to quit my job. Being in fashion was a joke to him.

"That's bullshit, Alex."

"Well, when your life is pre-planned out and all financial stability is  controlled for you, it leaves limited options. You do what you have to  do to keep little control that's left. So in order to keep up the  Lancaster name, I studied politics and business. At least that way, I  can initially choose which position I want to get into."

"Are you looking for jobs now?" I asked, curious as to what his future plans were.

"Yes, I've networked with peers and have interviews lined up through the  month, starting next week. Being a ‘Lancaster legacy' at least gives me  opportunities most people my age wouldn't even be able to touch. So, it  comes with benefits, I suppose."

"Boring benefits," I added, smirking just enough so he knew I was messing with him.

"I know. But either way, at least I'll have a job and can move out.  Because, I'm pretty sure I'm going to need my own place pretty soon." He  looked down at me, neither of us wanting to talk about how this will  change everything. We both knew it; we just weren't sure what actions  needed to take place. At least, I didn't. There was no way I could sleep  in the same bed with William and not tell him. There wouldn't be enough  time to find a place of my own, but I knew Staci would let me crash  with her until I figured it out.

"I'm telling William when he gets home," I began. "I'm just not sure  how." I shrugged. It stung a little saying it aloud, but I knew we  needed some kind of plan. We'd both be kicked out and with the media  ready to run any story that revolved around William, we'd need to be as  quiet about it as possible.

He cupped my jaw and brushed his lips against mine. He told me a thousand things in just that one kiss. Hope. Faith. Strength.

"Will you tell me about your mom?" I asked nervously, sucking in my  lower lip. "William would never tell me much." I felt him inhale a deep  breath against me, his eyes peering up at the ceiling. I could tell I  hit a nerve, so I wasn't going to force him to talk about it. "It's all  right. We don't have to talk about her," I said softly.

"No, it's not that. I love talking about her. I just … there's a lot  people don't know. I've had to keep it all a secret and … it's the reason  my dad and I don't get along very well."

I sat up and leaned against the bed frame. His face was so tense and his  eyes stayed low. I could tell this wasn't easy for him, but I was glad  he was willing to talk about it.

"What is it?" I prompted.

He met my gaze and I could see the pain in his eyes. There was an  underlining reason behind him and William's relationship-I always knew  there was-but William would never tell me anything. That man was  apparently full of secrets.

"She didn't have cancer … it's what he told the media, but it was a lie."

"What?" I gasped. "Did her family know?"

"He paid them all off." He scowled. "He pays everyone off to keep up his reputation."

What?

It took me a minute to absorb his words, to come to terms with the fact  that the man I had planned to marry was not the man I thought he was.  "Why hadn't you ever told me before? Surely, that would've grabbed my  attention much earlier."

"You wouldn't have believed me then. I knew if I told you before, you  would've thought I was lying, just to say it so you'd leave him for me."  I didn't argue with that, it was true. I probably would've accused him  of making it up just to get me in bed with him.