“What have you been doing?” he asked.
That guilt hit me again. Alex was my boyfriend now, and he’d backed off a lot. Maybe we were both mature enough, or maybe being together for a whole week had soothed some need of Alex’s to compete with me. “Actually, I’ve been working on—”
Alex’s phone chirped. “Ah, shite. I’ve got my next meeting to go to.” He grimaced at me. “Sorry.” He stood up while shoveling another bit of noodles in. “Are you free on Friday? I can take the night off, but I will have to come into work on Saturday.”
“Friday is good.” At least with a freelance gig, I could work around Alex’s schedule.
Alex held out a hand to me, and I set my food on the desk before he pulled me up. “It’s a date, yes?” His arms slid around my waist and pulled me close to him.
“A date,” I confirmed.
Alex flashed me a smile before slanting his mouth to mine. I opened to him, and pressed close when the heat started to build.
He pulled back slightly. “I did go shopping, briefly, since I had to run into the Tesco anyway.”
“Shopping?”
“Yes. I bought some condoms.” His hands slid down to my hips, pressing me more firmly against his erection.
I ran my fingers up Alex’s hair, and he groaned into the kiss.
“Alex!” Paige called out. “Your two p.m.!”
He sighed, pushing me away and adjusting himself. “Be right there.” He tilted my chin up for a quick kiss. “Talk soon?”
“Soon.”
15
Finally,finally! We were having a date night. My trip to Sri Lanka was an opportunity for Alex to work his adorable arse off, and he was using that to justify taking a night off work. We had reservations at one of my favorite restaurants, a French bistro out in my borough, and Alex was on his way to pick me up. The place wasn’t that fancy, but I was too excited and overdressed in a sleek black dress and ringlets in my hair.
I’d just finished putting on some lip shade when Alex knocked, fifteen minutes early. I flung open the door, gratified to see that Alex had dressed up too.
He looked me up and down, a slow smile spreading on his lips. He sighed as he stepped inside, and I closed the door behind him. He had a small black bag over one shoulder, which he swung down to the floor. “Nikki, you look fantastic.”
Alex stepped into me, sliding his hands around my waist and pulling me against him. His lips hovered over mine.
“Wait, I just put on lip…” I started. Alex paused. “You know what? Never mind, I don’t care.”
I pulled his head down to me, and we met in a hungry kiss. I leaned into him, and with a thump, Alex’s back hit the door. We took a deep inhale of each other, our bodies fully pressed together, and Alex’s hands started to wander. One tangled in my hair, the other found the hem of my dress and swept underneath it. He groaned when he found my bare ass cheek and traced up to the band of thong at my hip.
My stomach fluttered, and I tipped my hips against his erection. Alex reached further down, palming his hand just below my knee and lifting up, spreading me open and hooking my leg on his waist.
I broke the kiss and moaned while Alex trailed kisses down the column of my neck.
“Don’t we have a reservation to get to?” I gasped. He was doing something with his fingers now, sliding around from behind and running it up and down the entire thong.
“Yes, but I also bought condoms. And you look too fucking good in this dress. I think you should take it off.”
I pushed him away as his fingers tried to climb up my back and find the zipper. “Call the restaurant and cancel, and I’ll take this off.”
Alex leaned back against the door and closed his eyes, tipping his head back and taking deep breaths.
“You can call them, even with an erection.”
His lips screwed up. “No, I can’t.”
“They won’t know, you know.”
