He makes a sound low in his throat, something between a groan and a growl, and suddenly I’m being lifted.The world tilts, and then I’m sitting on his lap at the edge of the bed, straddling him, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave marks.
I hope they do.
His lips move to my neck, teeth scraping against sensitive skin, and I arch into him with a gasp.“Tell me if you don’t want this,” he murmurs against my throat, even as his hands slide higher beneath my sweater.
“I want this,” I say immediately, my voice breathy but certain.His hands are rough against my skin, and it makes me suck in a breath.My hands clutch at his shoulders, feeling the solid muscle beneath his sweater.“I want you.”
That seems to snap something in him.His hands grip the hem of my sweater, and he pulls it up and over my head in one smooth motion.The cold air hits my skin, making me shiver, but then his eyes drop to my chest and freeze.
“Well,” he says, his voice dropping an octave as he takes in the wine red lace barely covering my breasts.“Is this for me?”
Heat floods my face.“I—It’s just—I wasn’t?—”
His finger traces the edge of the lace, following the curve of my breast with agonizing slowness.“Because I’ve read that women wear bold colors to seduce their lovers.”His eyes meet mine, dark with desire and amusement.“Were you planning to seduce me, Olivia?”
“It’s just underwear,” I manage, though my voice is breathless.
“It’s dark red lace.”His thumb brushes over my nipple through the fabric, making me gasp.“You always get me gifts of this color.My ties, my pocket squares, that scarf you gave me last Christmas.”His smile turns wicked.“And now you’re wearing it.For me.”
Oh, god.He’s right.I’ve been buying him things in this shade for years, always telling myself it was just because it looked good on him, never admitting?—
“Does this mean you’re my Christmas gift?”he murmurs against my ear, his teeth catching my earlobe gently.“Because if so, I want to unwrap you very, very slowly.”
“You’re not supposed to say things like that,” I protest weakly.
He chuckles, the sound low and intimate, his breath hot against my ear.“But I enjoy making you blush.”His hands slide around to my back, fingers finding the clasp.“It’s almost addicting.”
“This isn’t fair.”
“And you’re blushing.”He leans forward, pressing a kiss to my cheek.“It’s adorable.”He pulls the bra away slowly, his eyes never leaving mine.Then his gaze drops, and his playful expression shifts into something darker, hungrier.“And you’re beautiful.”
Before I can respond, his mouth finds my breast, tongue circling my nipple, and whatever response I might have had dissolves into a moan.His other hand cups my other breast, thumb brushing over the sensitive peak, and I rock against him instinctively.
“God,” I gasp, my head falling back.My hands are in his hair, holding him to me, and I can feel him hard beneath me, pressing against exactly where I need him.I can feel my panties growing damp.
He lifts his head, his gray eyes heavy-lidded and intense as they meet mine.“Once you do this, there’s no going back.”
My brain struggles to process his words through the haze of desire.His eyes are on mine, intense and unwavering.Right now, if he told me anything, I’d agree to it.He’s got me in an impossible situation, his hands all over me, his cock pressing against my pussy.This is the same man who sits behind his desk, his eyes cold and assessing.My icicle of a boss.And now he has me on his lap in my childhood bedroom, half naked, saying things in a low voice that has me willing to do anything for him.
My lips part, but before I can say anything, his mouth is on my breast again, teeth grazing, and I arch into him with a whimper.
His hands slide down to my jeans, fingers working the button free.“I’m going to mark you,” he says against my skin, his voice a low promise that sends heat pooling low in my belly.“I’m going to make sure that every time you look in the mirror, you remember me.”
“Alexander,” I start to protest, but he lifts me easily, laying me back on the bed with surprising gentleness despite the hunger in his eyes.My jeans come off, then my underwear—matching red lace that makes his eyes darken even further.
“Definitely my Christmas gift,” he murmurs, and I’m too far gone to argue.
Suddenly I’m bare before him while he’s still fully clothed.It should make me self-conscious.Should make me want to cover myself.But the way he’s looking at me—like I’m something precious and profane all at once—makes me feel powerful instead.
“Touch me,” I demand, my voice stronger than I feel.
His smile is dangerous.“I intend to.”He strips off his sweater in one fluid motion, and I drink in the sight of his bare chest, the defined muscles, the dusting of dark hair.Then his hands grab my hips, and he pulls me so that my ass is hanging off the edge of the bed.He’s moving down my body, lips and teeth leaving a trail of marks across my stomach, my hips.
His hands come to settle on my thighs, and I lift myself slightly to see him kneeling before me.Before I can ask him what he’s doing, his hands are forcing my thighs apart and shock fills me.“Wait, what are you?—”
His mouth finds my pussy, and I lose all coherent thought.His tongue flicks over my clit, and I whimper.But he doesn’t pause.I can feel his breath on the most intimate part of me, and my head falls back as he licks along my slit.I’ve never—Chase never wanted to do this—Oh, god!
Alexander’s tongue pierces me, and I cry out, my hands fisting in the comforter.His tongue is wicked, knowing exactly where to touch, how much pressure to use.One of his hands slides up to palm my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers while his mouth works magic between my thighs.
