Alex Reid (Rich & Single #1) (4 page)

Alex groaned low in his throat.

“Come on,” she urged.

Alex slid his hands slowly up the curve of her waist, over her ribcage, and cupped the weight of her breasts, thumbs stroking over her peaked nipples. His lips he pressed to the valley between them, brushing kisses down along her sternum and over her belly while she writhed under his touch.

At her navel, he paused, nipping at the rim, and she moaned.

“Come on,” she said again, reaching up to tangle a hand in his hair.

“Counter,” he ordered.

She dropped the hand with another soft whimper, and he rewarded her by sliding two fingers over her sex and rubbing circles against her clit. Her hips rocked against his hand.

“Tell me what you want.” Alex trailed kisses back up the length of her body to catch the unattended nipple gently between his teeth, flicking his tongue over it and listening to her gasp.

“Want you to fuck me.”

He laughed against her skin. “I think that can be arranged.” His fingers stroked one more time over her clit, and then he reached for the condom in the inside pocket of his suit jacket and rolled it down himself. All he could think about was getting inside her. Having her.

She was wet, and wanting, and he slid in easily on the first thrust, listening to her cry out with pleasure at the stretch. One of her hands lifted from the counter to wrap around his shoulder instead, nails digging marks into his skin. He pulled back until he almost slipped out of her, and rocked forward again.

“Fuck,” she was panting. “Yes. Alex. Please.”

With a groan of his own, he nipped a mark into the soft skin of her shoulder. She was meeting every thrust, moving with the kind of eagerness that really turned him on, begging for him to move harder, faster. Alex obliged, dragging her closer to the edge of the counter for a better angle. Her gasps were rising in pitch. With one hand he reached down to rub her clit again, matching the rhythm of their motion. She grasped at him like he was the only thing she had to hold onto.

“Going to come for me?” he growled. “Do it. Come for me.”

She did, panting his name in mangled syllables, her body rippling around him.

Alex didn’t follow her over the edge. His fingers gentled on her clit, but he kept moving, dragging it out slowly now despite the pleasure coiled tight in his belly and the urgent little motions of her hips. He pressed his hand down a little harder, holding her almost still.

“Fuck. Alex.” The words were as much admiration as protest. “Oh fuck, please.”

He grinned against her shoulder. “Please?”

“Stop teasing!”

His answer was a laugh that caught in his throat and went breathy when her nails raked down his back. “You want it?”

“Yeah, fuck. I want it.”

She wasn’t the only one. With a groan, Alex picked up the pace again, letting himself take what he wanted hard and fast while she sobbed his name. Her hand tangled in his hair and her spine arched. Another deep thrust, and she was coming again with a cry.

This time Alex let himself follow, groaning as he spilled. Pleasure washed through him, burning under his skin. Color bloomed behind his closed eyelids. The world fell away.

For a few moments they were still. Alex’s heartbeat raced in his ears. He waited for it to slow and his breathing to return to normal. He could hear her doing the same, little hitches in her breath like she was still recovering. Aftershocks twitched through his muscles.

Finally, he lifted his head. “Good enough for you?”

She laughed, breathless, and dropped back to rest on her elbows, looking up at him through half-lidded eyes. “Good enough? I don’t think I can feel my legs.”

It was Alex’s turn to laugh. “I’ll count it as a job well done, then.”

“You’re going to have to carry me.”

His eyebrows lifted. “And what makes you think I’ll do that?”

“You’re a gentleman. I can see it in your eyes. And you made me come twice before you did.” She grinned confidently at him. “You’ll carry me.”

Alex shook his head, but she’d already won and she knew it. He pulled out carefully, tossing the condom in the trash, and then gathered her into his arms. Her own wrapped around his neck.

“You’re still wearing your socks,” she observed as he carried her through to the living room, ignoring the clothes they’d left piled on the floor. One of the staff would clean them up. Ordinarily, he didn’t like leaving things laying around unnecessarily, but he doubted they were going to complain about having to tidy away a few items of clothing. Well… maybe the underwear. They would survive it.

“Is there something wrong with wearing socks?”

Laura shook her head, her smile amused. “There is if you’re not wearing anything else. There especially is if you’re attempting to be sexy and all you’re wearing is socks. I’ll give you a pass on it this time, since we were in the kitchen, but you’d better take them off for round two.”

“Round two? You’re a very confident woman.”

“I have reason to be.”

Up the spiral staircase, and then Alex dropped her onto the mattress, where she lay looking up at him with her auburn hair falling around her on the pillow.

She pointed at his feet. “Socks off.”

Alex reached down and removed them. He heard her unbuckling her shoes and the faint thump as they hit the floor beside the bed.

When he straightened, Laura crooked a finger at him, letting her legs fall open. Alex felt warmth pool in his stomach. Her confidence, it seemed, hadn’t been misplaced. He crawled up onto the bed and, to the sound of her delighted laughter, started all over again.

Chapter 4

Alex woke to sunlight falling across his face and a warm body wrapped up in his arms. For a moment, he simply lay there, enjoying the quiet of the morning. There was work to do, but it could be done later. He had a few hours to just enjoy himself. Then he remembered that today was Saturday, and Mark was getting married. The pleasant, relaxed warmth ebbed away.

He wondered what Mark had told his new bride about the brother who wouldn’t be attending the wedding. Was he talking about how selfish Alex was? How he never came to family functions? That he’d told him no and then hung up on him? Undoubtedly he’d mentioned the wedding gift they’d be getting. It was likely the only positive thing he’d have to say. His father would be furious. He’d just be chalking it up as another disappointment from his eldest son. Alex sighed and pushed the thoughts away, moving to rise from the bed. Might as well get a head start if he couldn’t enjoy lazing around.
Friggin’ family.

Laura stirred in his arms when he moved. Her eyelids fluttered open.

“Morning,” Alex said and forced a smile. “Sorry to wake you. Just thought I’d get up and get some coffee going.”

“Coffee?” She scrunched her eyebrows together and looked up at him like he was speaking some kind of foreign language. “You’re getting out of bed?”

“I’ve got work to get going on.”

Her eyes moved to the light slanting in through the window and she sat up, the blankets falling down around her waist, exposing her naked torso. “Already? I guess that’s how you make the big bucks, huh?”

“I have to start eventually. Might as well be now.” He admired her breasts. They weren’t small but a good size, about a handful. He could feel himself reacting as he imagined the reaction he would get from putting his mouth around the dark nipple and sucking.

“And I thought I was a workaholic.” She smiled. “You know, if you’re just starting for lack of something else to do, I’m sure we can work out a better option.” Her voice had dropped a little lower, the words deliberately slow.

“What kind of
other
option were you thinking?” he asked, like he didn’t know exactly what she was thinking about with eyes like that.

She grinned at him. “Well, something like this, actually.” Her hand pulled the blankets back, inviting the comparatively cool air of the bedroom into the space where they had been.

Alex made a noise of protest, but she ignored it. Her attention was on his cock, still partially soft but quickly becoming interested in the proceedings as she rolled over and settled herself between his thighs. Alex’s stomach clenched in pleasant anticipation.

When she ran her tongue up the length of him, he let his head drop back against the pillow, his eyelids falling half closed. One of his hands tangled in the sheets, the other stroked through her hair while she licked again.

“Better?” she paused to ask.

“Better if you would get to work,” Alex grunted, his voice coming out rough and low in his throat.

She laughed. “Talk to me like that and maybe you won’t get anything at all, Mr. Reid.”

He shut up.

Seemingly satisfied, Laura leaned in close again, her breath washing warm over his skin. Alex shuddered. She licked him again, long and slow, and laughed at the groan that caught behind his teeth. The vibration of it shocked sparks through him. His hand tightened in her hair.

Taking that as a cue, she opened her mouth and slid down, warm and wet. Alex’s spine arched. Another inch, and then two. She pulled back until just the head was in her mouth, teasing with her tongue, and he began to be sure that it was payback for the way he’d teased her the night before.

“Damn, woman. Come on.”

Again she laughed, but she slid all the way down when she took him in again, and the slow, teasing stimulation picked up pace. It wasn’t going to take him long like this. With her mouth around him, the only pleasure he had to think about was his own, and he chased it selfishly, letting himself just enjoy her talented tongue.

Up and down. Her hair fell across his thighs, soft and cool against his heated skin, and slid tickling over them. On the next slide down, she took him even deeper. The knuckles of the hand buried in the blankets ached with the strength of his grip. Again, he moaned.

He wanted to drag it out, to enjoy it for as long as he could, but he wasn’t going to last. She was taking him nearly to the hilt, swallowing around him. Noises of obvious enjoyment vibrated through his core.

She was stretching him to the breaking point.

“Going to come,” he warned finally, gasping the words.

Laura didn’t pull away, and orgasm washed through him, wringing him out.

The world came back into focus a moment later. Laura had crawled back up to lay beside him, looking smug and satisfied with herself. She grinned when she saw him watching her. One shoulder was moving, and Alex’s eyes followed it down to her fingers, working between her thighs. Part of him wanted to watch her, the other wanted to be the boss of what was going on and be in control. When her finger slid inside her slit, he didn’t need much more prompting than that. With a growl, he pulled it away, pressing her onto her back, and settled down between her legs to return the favor.

She tasted like woman, and her husky voice encouraged him as he lapped her up.

When Laura came, screaming his name, Alex sat up and licked his lips, watching her gaze follow the motion of his tongue.

“I’ll admit,” he said. “You were right about this being better than coffee.”

Laura stretched, arms reaching above her head and spine arching, then relaxed against the sheets. “I usually am,” she said. “Right. I mean.” Her lips curved upward. “But actually, I could do with some coffee now.”

“Is that a request?”

She laughed, and sat up. “No. I’ll go down with you. If you have something I can wear? I’m not quite sure where my clothes ended up.”

Her clothes were sitting outside his door, washed and neatly folded. Alex retrieved them and offered them to her.

“Efficient staff,” she said as she pulled her bra on and fastened it.

“I only accept the best.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” She accompanied the words with a wink in his direction.

Alex reeled her in for a kiss that might have turned into something more if he hadn’t remembered that he actually did have work to get done. Reluctantly he pulled back, and they headed downstairs for coffee.

Laura leaned against the counter as it brewed, combing her fingers through her tousled hair. Alex busied himself taking cups from the cupboard. He turned when she made a disgruntled sound.

“What is it?”

She was looking down at her phone, which she’d pulled from the purse she left sitting on the counter the night before. “It’s a work emergency, apparently. One of the cases we’re working just had some new evidence come up, and of course they need to prepare a new defense in light of it. I’m going to have to take the coffee and run if I want to have time to change out of last night’s clothes before I head in to the office. While I’m sure they could handle it without me, it wouldn’t do much for my chances of making partner in a law firm one day to not show up to my own case. No matter
how
good the sex is.”

Alex laughed, lifting one shoulder in a shrug and letting it fall again. “I would imagine not. And, to be honest, much as I would have liked to stay in bed all day, I’ve got some work of my own to do. Business doesn’t wait for the weekend to end, and CEOs who don’t show up to their jobs go over about as well as lawyers who don’t show up for their own cases.”

“Don’t I know it.” When he handed her a cup she took it, drinking a little too quickly and wincing at the heat.

He took a more careful sip of his own.

“Milk?” She sucked in a quick breath.

He gestured to the fridge and she opened it, taking out the jug and pouring a generous splash into her coffee. It seemed to handle the heat problem, because she finished off the rest of the cup in just a few minutes.

“Well,” she said, tucking her phone back into her purse and buckling her sandals as he finished his own coffee. “Thank you. For the coffee.” She grinned. “And the great sex.”

“All in a day’s work.” He pulled on his own shoes. “I’ll drop you at your car on the way to the office?”

“If it’s not too much of an inconvenience.”

“It’s that or a taxi. I can call one if you prefer.”

“I had sex with you three times and a hell of a lot of oral. I don’t think riding in your car is going to do me any damage.”

Alex laughed, and they headed out to the car together. The drive back to the restaurant they’d left the night before was quiet, Laura tapping out emails or texts on her phone and occasionally sighing to herself. Alex let her work. He understood what she had to do and appreciated her hard work ethic. He appreciated a hell of a lot of her.

When he pulled into the parking lot, she set the phone down long enough to turn and smile at him. “Thank you again.”

He waved away the gratitude. “Not a problem. And I think the thanks for last night goes to you. You’re the one who came and sat at my table.”

Her smile widened a little. “I did, didn’t I?” She opened the car door. “Have a good day, Mr. Reid. I’m sure I’ll see you around.”

“If you’re lucky.”

She laughed, and then the door closed behind her and she was gone. Alex sat for a moment in the car, watching the sway of her hips until she turned and gave him a wave, and then he pulled out into the street and headed to work.