Her words fractured as her breathing refused to steady.
Alexander paused.
Then he leaned in, his lips brushing her skin once more before he whispered, “Call me Alexander.”
She froze.
Her breath stuttered as she blinked up at him. “W-what?”
“Call me Alexander.” He lifted his face fully now, locking eyes with her. His gaze was dark, intent, burning. His fingers tightened briefly at her waist, making her shiver.
“What is wrong with you?” she snapped weakly, frowning even as her body trembled. “Why are you so obsessed with me calling your name?”
“Say it,” Alexander commanded calmly.
Then his eyes flicked past her, toward the window behind her shoulder. “You don’t have much time.”
Confused, Mia turned her head to look—
—and her eyes widened in alarm.
Outside, Gavin was now speaking urgently to a security guard, pointing straight at the SUV.
“I think someone’s locked inside,” Gavin said urgently. “Can we get someone to unlock it or find the owner? If not… maybe we should break the window. No one’s answering!”
The security guard nodded, and the two of them began struggling with the doors, trying to peer inside.
Alexander, utterly unbothered, was already back at Mia’s neck, kissing and sucking at her skin as if the outside world didn’t exist. Then he slid lower. With one hand, he pushed her dress down, exposing her chest, lifting the soft weight in his palm before lowering his mouth to her sensitive tip, sucking hard.
“Mr. Graves!” Mia’s voice broke into a choked gasp, panic and pleasure tangling until her whole body trembled. “Are you insane? Stop, I’m serious! They’re going to break the window!”
Alexander ignored her completely, only pushing down the other side of her dress and lifting her softness again, taking it into his mouth as his tongue circled her sensitive bud hungrily.
Mia’s breath caught sharply, a soft, broken sound slipping past her lips before she could stop it. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, torn between shoving him away and clinging to him, her thoughts spiraling as her body betrayed her. Heat rushed through her, panic and sensation colliding. Her head tipped back as she struggled to stay quiet, painfully aware of where they were and how little control she had left.
Then she heard the security guard outside. “I think I may be able to arrange the keys. Let me see—”
Panic slammed into her.
With a desperate twist, Mia finally wrenched her wrists free. She shoved Alexander hard with both hands. He fell back against the seat with a low grunt.
Before he could move again, she climbed onto him, knees braced on either side of his thighs. Her hands clutched his shoulders as she glared down at him, chest heaving.
“Alexander, stop it!”
His eyes locked onto hers—dark, sharp, dangerously amused. A slow smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as his gaze dragged over her face, lingering far too long, as if memorizing every flushed inch of her.
Outside, a voice suddenly called out.
“Hi, are you looking for Miss Mia?”
Allen stepped up to Gavin. “She told me to tell you she’s already gone home. You should go back too.”
Gavin froze. “Is that so?” he asked quietly, disappointment heavy in his voice.
After a moment, he finally stepped away from the car. His shoulders slumped as he walked off, disappearing into the parking lot until the night swallowed him whole.
Inside the SUV, silence settled.
