He glanced up at my parents, still standing under the yellow light of the porch. “I’ve decided I want you for my own tonight. Just one night, and then we can move on with our lives. Can you handle that, Alexandra?”
He didn’t wait for my answer, just threw a casual wave at my parents as he walked away. I got in my car and drove out of the complex. Once we were out of my parents’ sight, I pulled over, let Dean drive ahead, and blindly followed him back into the city.
* * * * *
I parked and turned off the ignition. I knew at any time I could’ve veered off, headed for home and left Dean to his sordid fantasies. But I didn’t want that. His hands on me, under my skirt, smacking my ass—the thought alone drove me wild, making my foot weigh heavier on the gas pedal.
He tapped on my window, and I looked out at him. His handsome face was soft with a smile, his blue eyes deep but alive with something. Desire, maybe.
I got out. The slam of the driver’s side door echoed around the underground parking garage. He stepped toward me until his body was long against mine, pressing me into the side of the car.
“You’ve never even kissed me,” I said inches from his face.
I tilted my face upward, but he stopped me with a hand on each of my cheeks. “I’m not big on kissing,” he said. “It reminds me of being in love.”
I knew I should’ve been offended, but I just looked into his eyes, reading the reluctant pain there.
He pulled me closer and pecked me once. His lips pressed hard against mine for a moment. Finally, he opened his mouth. His hands slid back into my hair as our tongues met. The kiss grew heated and fast, steamrolling over us in an instant. I could taste his groan. His hands fell away and grasped my backside from the car, pulling me against him. I threw my head back, and he kissed his way up my throat, his heavy breathing hot on my skin.
“Inside,” he rumbled. “Get inside now.”
We walked briskly into his building, and the doorman greeted us. The elevator doors weren’t even closed before he lifted me up by my ass and pinned me against the wall. His lips locked over mine, his hands pulling impatiently at the neckline of my dress. I squealed into his mouth as he gave up and shoved his hand in my bra, taking my nipple in his fingers.
“Tell me all the things you like,” he breathed.
My already warm face flushed hotter. I had liked everything so far. He’d shown me things I hadn’t even realized Icouldlike. “What?”
“Tell me what you like so I can do it to you.”
“I-I don’t know…”
“Did you like your spanking?”
I nodded against him, and his hand underneath me squeezed my ass.
“What else?”
I was silently thankful when the doors split apart. I didn’t know how to answer. I had practically no experience, a fact I’d only realized after Dean had had his way with me.
He set me on my feet and took my hand to lead me down the hall to a door. He pulled his keys from his pocket and glanced at me once. The smile he wore as he unlocked the door was the definition of sexy.
“After you,” he said, gesturing for me to pass through.
The apartment was neutral, all grey, beige, black, and white. It was expansive though, and the view was mesmerizing. No woman had left any mark there, that much was obvious. I played with the flimsy strap of my cheap sundress.
“It’s so nice,” I said.
“You’re so nice.” I turned to face him, and his lips drew up in one corner.
He stuck his hands in his pockets. His shirt hung perfectly from his tall frame, and his jawline was darkening with fresh stubble. His charcoal hair was messy, but it only fueled my arousal knowing it was because of my hands.
I walked toward him. He took my wrist and brought my palm to his pants. He slid it up and down his cock.
“You have no idea how good that feels,” he said when I closed my hand around the shape of him.
“I like this,” I said. “And I liked when you made me crawl for you. I liked when you took me against the desk. I liked all of it.”
He breathed in and out through his nose. “What did you like before that?”
