“I’m not sure what’s the biggest clue. The way he grunts when his cock is far down my throat, or how he hums in appreciation every time he’s eating me out? Or maybe it’s the intensity in his eyes when he rams into me with his huge cock.” I witness the surprise on his face and guess he didn’t expect I could talk dirty, too. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have work to return to.”
I don’t even have time to turn around as he grabs and slams me against him. He holds me in his arms, lowering his head until his mouth is an inch from mine.
“You’re such a fucking tease,” he mumbles. “You’ll drive me mad one of these days, Andrea Walker.”
“I’ll drive you mad tomorrow evening, Saturday, and Sunday.”
“Is that a threat?”
“Oh no, Alexander… It’s a promise,” I whisper lasciviously.
He groans a curse before taking my lips, claiming what is already his. After a moment of heated embrace, he pushes me away gently, laying one last kiss on my lips.
“Tomorrow,” he says.
Yes, tomorrow and then the whole weekend. And the one after that. And many other weekends, I hope.
I’ll never get enough of him.
Chapter 33
Andrea and I are a little more organized this time. We meet early in the parking lot so she can drop her weekend bag in my car. Then, we both work late again so the building is almost empty by the time we leave.
Once we’re at my place, she enthusiastically greets Iris. She’s so elated when the electronic voice answers that she gives me a generous but short kiss.
“I need to put my bag in your room and then stop by your bathroom,” she pragmatically explains.
“Of course. I have a bottle of French wine for tonight. Unless you’d rather have a beer?”
“Wine sounds great. Be right back.” After one last peck, she practically skips to my room.
While she does whatever she needs, I prepare our evening together. I notified the company in charge of restocking my fridge, so they added a couple of trays with an assortment of finger food. One goes in the oven while the other is served cold, so I handle that.
I’m done setting everything on the table when soft music fills the space. Andrea must have asked Iris to set the mood.
She appears when I’m filling a glass of wine, and my gaze immediately locks on her dress. It’s the same one she wore during the evening with Kevin and his wife. The one that invaded my dreams for days.
“I hope this one’s mine,” she jokes, pointing at the now very well-filled glass. I abruptly straighten the bottle up, making a bit of a mess.
I take one of the napkins to wipe it. “Sorry, I was having the most intense déjà vu.”
Smirking, she sits beside me, tucking a legunder her. She’s barefoot, and I wonder if she’s wearing the dress and nothing else. I already know she doesn’t have a bra on, but has she also dismissed the bottoms?
I’m thinking of checking it out right now so the suspense doesn’t eat me up from within, when she bends forward and grabs the glasses to even them out. She hands me one and licks the rim of hers, where a crimson drop is slowly rolling down.
The innocent lick has my cock awakening.
“To a productive week,” she offers as a toast, tapping our glasses.
“And to an even more productive weekend.”
An irresistible grin bends her mouth as she sips on her wine. “I didn’t even ask you how your sister’s visit went,” she says, bending to take a pig in a blanket.
“It was alright. Lucy can be very bossy and hasn’t realized yet that I’m a grown man.”
“Rafa often forgets that as well. Lucy is the eldest, right? Why was she here?”
“She is, yes. And she was in Seattle for a seminar. She’s the head of her pediatric department, and because she’s excellent at her job, she gets invited as a speaker nationwide. She rarely goes, but since I live here, she accepted.”
