Dangerous Temptations(51)

I turned around to face him and cupped his cheek. "I love you." He  wrapped his arms around me, and I smiled at how big his grin grew.

"Again."

"I love you.

"One more time."

My head fell back as I laughed at his eagerness. "I love you!" He dug  his fingers into my sides, making me scream and convulse as he tickled  me. "Okay, stop!" I pleaded, laughing unwillingly.

He dipped his head into the nape of my neck and kissed up my jawline to my ear. "On one condition … "

"What's that?"

"Move in with me."

My body froze as his hands stopped their brutal attack. "Move in?" I repeated. "Isn't that kind of fast?"

"Not really. Not when you consider the fact that you just told me you loved me on our first date." He smirked.

"You're such an ass." I laughed. "This was not even a date."

"How do you figure? There was dancing. There was sex-which we already  had before when you didn't even know my name-and if you want, I'll order  us some room service." He wore a smug expression as he continued,  "Dinner, dancing, sex. The three components of a date."

"So do you always ask women to move in with you on the first date?"         

     



 

"Only when they leave an impeccable impression." One side of his lips curled up in a sly grin.

"Remind me that for next time then."

"I won't have to," he said confidently. "My first impression of you will  always be engraved in my memory. You in your short-ass dress, your hair  curled and flying everywhere as you danced, and your arms waving in the  air as your body moved with the music. I couldn't look away. I needed  to meet you," he said genuinely. "You left an impression on me that  night that I obviously couldn't shake … "

I smiled as he spoke. "I love how you have that memory of me. Of us." I paused briefly. "I can't wait to make many more."

He kissed the tip of my nose and held me, keeping me close to his chest  as we continued laying there. Moments had passed before I remembered I  never answered his question.

It was fast to be moving in together, but nothing about our relationship  could be considered normal. After everything we had gone through to get  here, I no longer cared. I didn't care about the press or what the  media would say about us. I didn't care what other people would whisper  about me or how they saw me. The only thing that mattered to me was, for  the first time, I was with someone who knew exactly who I was. Alex saw  all sides of me and loved me for it.

That was what mattered.





Chapter Thirty-One



Six Months Later …



"Is there a reason my late afternoon meeting was canceled?" I asked my new assistant, Shelby.

She looked up at me and blinked. "They had a prior engagement."

I narrowed my brows at her, confused. "Did they reschedule?"

"Not yet." It wasn't that I didn't trust her, but after finding out  Chelsea was the mole in selling information and stories to the press, I  had a hard time trusting anyone. As soon as the media came out with a  pregnancy scandal of how I was having William's baby, but Alex was going  to raise it, I started going through her work emails. She was the only  one who had overheard my phone calls and had access to my emails. Once I  saw the emails she had been sending to the New York Post, I canned her  ass.

However, her stories were completely falsified. I assumed my boring home  life with Alex wasn't juicy enough, so she made whatever she could up  to sell stories to them.

"All right." I shrugged it off. "Any other messages?"

"Yes." Her face lit up and she smiled up at me. "Mr. Lancaster left you a message while you were out to lunch."

I quickly checked my cell, not seeing any missed calls or texts from him. "Okay?"

"Well, actually, it was more of a delivery." She bent down next to her  chair and grabbed a white box with gold trim. "The message is in the  envelope."

I grabbed it from her and said, "Thanks."

I grinned as I took it back to my desk. I ripped open the small card and flipped it over.

First clue …  was all it said. I flipped it back over in between my fingers, but that's all there was.

I opened up the box and inside was a small cake with pink frosting. On it was written Follow me to your next clue.

Was he sending me on a scavenger hunt?

I had thought about it for a minute before I realized the cake was from  Sugar's Sweets-his favorite bakery where he took me that first weekend  he moved in. We've made it our routine to go in more often, making old  traditions part of our new ones.

I grabbed my purse and ran out of my office, waving at Shelby and telling her I'd be gone the rest of the afternoon.

She looked suspiciously happy.

What are you up to? I texted Alex, but I had a suspicion he wasn't going to tell me a thing.

I grabbed a cab to the bakery and once I made it inside, Sugar was  behind the counter and greeted me warmly. "I bet you're looking for  this?" She smiled and handed me another white box.

"Thank you." I smiled back. I opened the box to a pumpkin spice cupcake  with cream cheese frosting-one of my favorites. Inside the lid of the  box was another small card. I took a small bite of the cupcake and  ripped the card open.

Sugar & Spice make everything nice, but what about Fire & Ice?         

     



 

I waved to Sugar as I walked out and stood on the sidewalk, thinking  about where he was sending me next. Fire & Ice … Fire & Ice …

As soon as it hit me, I waved for a cab and told him to take me to  Rockefeller Center. Over Christmas, Alex took me ice skating for the  first time-which, I ended up falling approximately a dozen times-but  regardless, I had a blast. My ass was bruised and burned for a week.

I wasn't sure what I was looking for now, so when I exited the cab I  looked around for any kind of clue. As I walked around, a girl with  bright red hair came up to me and finally handed me an envelope. Before I  could thank her, she was gone.

I ripped it open and read the card. Seasons come and go, but our love will always continue to grow.

I smirked as I grabbed another cab and told them to take me to the Four  Seasons on fifty-seventh. The same one he made me stay at. I was  starting to feel anxious as I wondered what Alex was up to. Clearly, he  was sending me places that we've been to or meant something to our  relationship.

As soon as I walked inside, I went to the concierge desk where they handed me a package and room key.

I grabbed the card and read it. Every time I look at you, I see my  future. Every time I touch you, I feel your love. Every time I lick my  lips, I taste you. Only you.

I ripped open the package and found a pair of black stiletto heels. My  eyes widened, and I sucked in my lower lip, wondering where he was  sending me now.

Underneath the shoes, I found another note.

Meet me in room 1407 …

I flipped the card over and read-Only wearing these shoes.

My eyes widened in surprise. Oh my god …

A wicked grin spread across my face as I took the elevator up to the  fourteenth floor. I knew he could be a sneaky bastard, but nonetheless,  butterflies surfaced as I thought about what he had planned for us.

I slid the key in and pushed the door open. On the table, next to a vase of red roses, was another card.

I want to look at you … touch you … and taste you when I arrive. Make sure you're ready.

I looked around the room and noticed a desk near the bed. A desk where I  always ended up sitting on as he knelt down and put his mouth in  between my legs.

He wanted me to sit on it only wearing these shoes and wait for him …





I STRIPPED COMPLETELY naked and slipped on the black stilettos. I had no  idea when he'd be arriving, so I sat on the desk and waited.  Fortunately, I didn't have to wait long. Anxious flutters surfaced as I  heard the door open and shut. I left the lights off and the curtains  were already closed, so the room was nearly pitch black.

A rush of excitement waved through me as I heard him slowly undoing his  belt and the sound of shoes hitting the ground. His footsteps echoing  became louder and louder as he entered the bedroom area and saw me.

"Spread your legs," he ordered.

My lips curled up in anticipation as I pulled my legs apart, letting him  see just how aroused I was. I watched his shadow as he stepped closer,  getting a better look.

"Good girl. Let me see how wet you are."

I slid my hand down in between my legs and rubbed a finger down,  circling my clit. I watched as he watched me, him growing harder with  every stroke I made. I could feel myself getting wetter so I pushed a  finger in, just to see what he'd do.

"Christ, baby," he growled, taking a step closer. I pulled out and pushed two fingers back in.

"Wanna taste it?" I teased, bringing them out to him.

He stepped forward wearing his shit-eating grin. "You know I do." He  grabbed my wrist and brought my fingers to his mouth, sucking and  licking them clean. A hungry moan escaped his throat as he shoved my  fingers in deeper.