“Lex, I’m coming,” I scream. The pace of my hand is furious, and it has the tension in my lower abdomen seconds from snapping. “I’m—Oh, God, I’m—”
Whatever I wanted to say gets lost in the primal cry that tears out of me. My whole body shakes as bliss ripples through it. My hand keeps up with the pace for as long as I can endure it, stretching my orgasmjust for Lex, forcing out more soft pleas and cries. This is all for him. Everything.
Once I’m done, once Jensen can’t give me anything more, I slip it out and turn it off before discarding it on the bed next to me. I look at it with a smile, amazed at how drenched it is.Always so fucking wet for him…
Pleasure still pulses between my legs, so I press my knees together as if it can help retain it there. My breathing is slowly returning to normal when Lex orders from behind the door, “Cover yourself.”
I don’t think I’ve ever smiled as wide as I do upon hearing his gruff command. He was there, after all. He was listening, respecting my request not to disturb me. I comply with a feeble hand, lowering my oversized tee to cover myself. It’s the best I can do right now.
He doesn’t ask for any sort of confirmation before he pushes the door wide open. He’s wearing his suit for the evening, and I decide that this is his color. Not black, not dark gray…anthracite. Even from the bed, I can see how tense he looks, his eyes two narrow slits, his jaw tightly clenched. And when my gaze travels down, I see the hard length pressing against his slacks. My body reacts to it, arching in invitation, and his eyes darken even more.
I stay lying there as he comes close to the bed, and I don’t move when he bends over me. The way he glares at Jensen isn’t lost on me. I’d bet my left ovary that Lex would lick me off it if I allowed him to. But he looks at me again instead and leans over me with a hand on the bed. I’m tempted to grab him by the nape and pull him in with me, but I don’t.
“The only reason I’m not putting you across my lap to punish you,” he threateningly begins, his free hand coming to rest on the inside of my knee, “is because I know I’m not the only one suffering here.”
His fingers rise along my inner thigh, and the shiver it spreads is so intense that I tremble from head to toe.
“I know how greedy you are, so I know that wasn’t enough for you. Am I right?”
I shouldn’t give him the satisfaction, but a desperate part of me nods. It’s the same desperate part that spreads my knees just a little so his hand can continue its journey to my aching core. Maybe he’ll do something about it if he knows I need more. If he knows how much I needhim.
“Of course, it wasn’t enough. Nothing will be until you get the real thing again.”
His jaw ticks when he reaches the wetness spread high between my thighs, and his fingers halt. There’s so much hunger in his eyes that I worryhe might eat me whole.
“But until you can get the real thing, my obstinate dork, get dressed.”
I don’t even have time to process what he said before he rips his hand away and stands up straight. Flabbergasted, I watch as he adjusts his tie, still looking down at me. “You have thirty minutes,” he explains. “And if you make us late with your antics, Andrea, I will give you the spanking you so deserve.”
I push myself on my elbows to protest, but Lex doesn’t stay long enough to hear it. He’s out of my room before I can sort my thoughts, and I’m left alone, wondering how the fuck he managed to flip the script so effortlessly.
Clearly, it was stupid of me to think I could play games with a mastermind. With his IQ, there’s no way I can ever win. Frustrated, I let myself fall back on the bed and stare at the ceiling for a second.
It’s like I’m playing tic-tac-toe and he’s playing 3D chess.
At least this will surely earn me a few extra orgasms when we start fucking again. I might not be good at holding grudges, but something tells me that man never forgets.
Chapter 13
The dinner with the Injin executives lasted about three hours, even though it felt like double that. Mr. Park and Ms. Kim were with us, as well as a few other people involved with the partnership. That included the man who has been tasked with assembling and leading the team that will create the phones they’ll manufacture for us.
Andrea spent most of her evening talking with him since they were seated beside one another, and I spent most of mine looking at her. She’s such a bratty, cunning, and vengeful little minx… I can’t believe I found the strength to stay right by the door, listening to every little sound as she fucked herself with that toy. It should have been me. God, I wanted it to be me.
But she set rules and boundaries, and I can’t break them because I’m still on probation. The moment I’m not anymore, though… She has no idea what’s coming to her, but greedy as she is, I don’t think she’ll have any regrets.
I spent the dinner imagining all the things I’ll do to her, ignoring my painful hard-on hidden under the table. Vivid fantasies of throwing everyone out and bending her over the table distracted me on several occasions, and I hope they’ll blame my lack of participation on jet lag.
Needless to say, I’m glad we’re now back in the suite.
I help Andrea remove her coat, and she thanks me with a smile as she looks up. Her elegant dress falls loosely over her stunning shape, and its gold color makes her look like a trophy, a prize. One I hope I’ll win again. And this time, I’ll never let go.
“I should pack my things,” she explains.
“Yeah, me too.”
Tomorrow morning, an Injin car is picking us up to take us to their main facility for a visit, and then straight to the airport. This is our last night in Seoul, and I’ll miss having her a door away from me.
“Goodnight, Alexander,” she says, her voice almost a whisper.
