“This is going to be hard and fast, Lex.”
Lex.He has already shortened my name to something that he wants to use, and I don’t hate it. I’ve heard all variations of my name over the years, but that’s the sexiest I’ve ever heard Lex sound.
He lifts me, and my legs wrap around his waist. His incredible body holds me in place against the wall. He nudges at my soaking entrance, and with no further warning, he pushes in agonisingly slow. Each glorious inch fills me to the hilt. I feel full and ready to burst, but the feeling is enough to make me almost ready to come all over again.
He gets faster, harder, more punishing. I’m glad he has my legs wrapped around his waist, because my body becomes weak, and I know I’d be struggling to bear my own weight. I cry out with pleasure as wave after wave of sensation ripples through my body. He reaches between us and rubs my clit.
“I can’t. No more.”
“Yes, you can. One more.”
His words spur me on. My body betrays me as another earth-shattering orgasm rips through me from head to toe. Max roars out and comes with me, shuddering, pumping, filling me with his release.
My head rolls from the wall to his shoulder. He has killed me. He has fucked me senseless. Where the hell did this man come from? Am I dreaming?
I wriggle to get out of his hold. Suddenly, I’ve got a conscience and I’m erecting walls around me. I can’t believe I just let some stranger in a club touch my body like that. I have never had a one-night stand in my life. I’m too sensible for that, but Max has made me lose all sense and sensibility.
“Don’t overthink it. We’re just two consenting adults having some fun.”
“I don’t usually do this.”
He bops me on my nose with a finger. “I figured as much. It was a delight for me to watch you fall apart from my touch.”
I pick up my dress on shaky legs and try to do up the zip. When I fail, Max continues the job for me. The feel of his hands on my back sends shockwaves through my body. I grab my bag that he dropped on the floor when we entered the room, what I can now see is an office. Anyone could have walked in here. I’m so bloody stupid.
“I have to go…” I point over my shoulder to the closed door. “My friend will be looking for me.”
He nods with a wicked gleam in his eye. “I’ll walk you back.”
I say nothing. I can’t. I tremble as embarrassment courses through me. I don’t know what to say, so I’m as well remaining silent instead of making a bigger fool of myself.
Before we walk back into the VIP area through the fire exit, Max pauses and towers over me. “Just so you know, because I can hear the cogs turning in your head from here, I don’t do this kind of thing either. You turned my head tonight. That never happens.”
I don’t know what to say to that. He could just be saying that because he knows it’s what I want to hear, but if he’s tellingthe truth, I don’t want to know what he saw in me to make him pursue me.
“I guess this is goodnight, Max.”
“I guess it is, Lex.”
He leans in, places a soft kiss on my lips, and pushes open the door for me. I practically run through the private lounge and stumble back into the main club. I spot Mhairi dancing on the pole I left her on. Fuck, that girl has stamina.
I rush over to her, bang my hand on the podium, and get her attention. She tries to pull me back up with her, but that’s not happening. “We need to go,” I yell.
“Little Miss Party Pooper.”
Yeah, that’s not working on me this time, buttercup.“Come on.” I grab her shoes and bag and manage to get her down on the ground beside me. Thank the Lord. I wrap my hand around her wrist and pull her out of the club, trying not to bang into anyone or fall flat on my face in the process. I don’t need any more attention on me tonight.
I knew I should have stood my ground and gone home after work. If I did, then I wouldn’t have just fucked a random stranger in a club and enjoyed it.
Chapter 2
Alexa
My alarm blaring tears me from much-needed sleep. I bounce up in bed, the room spins, my stomach protests, and I run to the bathroom. I just make it in time before I have a bathroom floor to clean before I go to work. I heave and retch as the last remnants of alcohol empty from my stomach, leaving me feeling sorry for myself. Why did I let Mhairi convince me that going out last night was a brilliant idea? Now I’ve got to tear myself off this bathroom floor, eat, shower, and get my arse into work. I’m meeting Mr Loudon at nine-thirty this morning and I wish I could call in sick, but that’s the downside of being your own boss. There are no sick days. I just have to get up, pull up my big girl panties, and get on with it.
I somehow drag myself to an upright position and walk over to the sink. I quickly brush my teeth, because the stench of vomit and stale alcohol isn’t helping matters. I look in the mirror and run my hands through the bird’s nest that I call hair. I have makeup smeared all over my face. I resemble Harley Quinn, and even she looks better than me right now.
I turn the shower on and strip out of the dress I’m still wearing from last night. I suppose it’s good that I made it home in one piece, but not so good that I wasn’t compos mentis enough to take care of myself before I crashed out in bed.
