“I already know that,” Alexa said.
“What did you do, hack my medical records?”
“Why do you ask such dumb questions? I’m okay too. The whole time I was living in Blackstone House, I was scared in case Uncle Porter gave me some gross disease.”
“You didn’t check his medical records?”
“Of course I did, but some men are too stubborn to visit a doctor. Eventually, he did get diagnosed with gonorrhoea, but not until gunk started coming out of his you-know-what. You want to hear the fun part?”
“There’s a fun part of gonorrhoea?”
“Aunt Veronica always opened the mail, so he ticked the box to get the test results emailed. Guess who went in and changed it?”
“She found out?”
“I watched the fight through their indoor pet camera. She threw a saucepan at him, and she got the house in the divorce. I didn’t much like her either, but…” Alexa shrugged. “It was the better outcome.”
“If you’d told me what happened, I would’ve helped you.”
“I know, but back then, I just couldn’t talk about all that stuff. Plus I was scared to get the results. But Jay made me go to the clinic eventually, and I was fine.”
Nolan set Alexa down on the table and slipped the shoes back onto her feet. When she opened her mouth to protest, he held up a hand.
“I want those heels digging into my ass, okay?” He kissed her forehead, as was his habit. “It’s something I’ve spent way too much time thinking about.”
And he knew he had to make this different. Keep her mind off the past and on the present. A table instead of a bed. A designer dress instead of pyjamas or her school uniform. Conversation instead of “shhh, don’t wake your parents.”
Alexa was comfortable with his mouth now, so that’s where he started. With a taste. The stylist had put her in tiny lacy panties that barely covered anything, and they were already soaked through. Nolan peeled them down her legs and pocketed them, a souvenir of an evening he’d remember for all the right reasons.
He knew she was close when her thighs pressed against his ears and her fingernails raked his scalp.
And so he stopped.
“More,” she demanded.
“Good things come to those who wait.”
“And assholes who don’t deliver get fired.”
“I’ll deliver, baby.”
Finally, finally, he freed his aching cock. She didn’t say a word as he slid into her bare, just screwed her eyes shut and sucked in a breath.
“You okay?” he asked. “Does it hurt?”
“Not hurt, exactly.”
“You want me to stop?”
“No.”
Slowly, so slowly, he began to move, and fuck, she was tight. He added a finger into the game and sensed when she started to relax.
“Oh,” she said on a moan.
“That’s a good ‘oh’?”
“No need to sound so smug about it.”
