ab

celebration had gone on for another hour, and I'd knock

at the door, my feet

orking late at the office, and it wa

at the counter, pouring what looked like a chocolate milkshake into a single glass. He was still in his work c

ning against the doorframe. "I

lla! I... finished early." He set the blender down, his mo

he kitchen to wrap my arms around his w

my head, his body relaxing against mine.

Twisted Oak." I glanced at the milks

f the ice cream. I can

moving to the fridge to grab a w

g me over the rim. His eyes traveled down my body, li

aid, setting the glass down.

g the heat of his gaze. "

finding my waist. "Must've had

uch sent an unexpected shiver through me. I pushed the tho

ing my body against his.

ass through the silky fabric of my dress. The champagne

growled, his mouth find

backed me against the refrigerator. His tongue pushed into my mout

I whispered, nippin

dress, tugging it loose with practi

lace bra and matching thong. Alex's brea

nds sliding up to cup my breasts.

y nipples hardening beneat

ough the fabric, making m

s he carried me to the kitchen island. The cold marble against my heated

my bra with one hand, tossing it

rd enough to make me cry out. My hands flew to his hair, holding him against me as h

ainst my skin, his stubble scratching d

aside to stroke my already wet pussy. I bucked

, sliding a finger inside

finger, curling them to hit that sp

it until I was trembling on the edge. Just as I was abo

bling with his belt. "I

nts and boxers down just enough to free his cock.

ed," I said, rai

with his teeth. "Alway

at my entrance, teasing me with just the tip. I wrappe

, not caring how d

stretching me in the most delicious way. I cried out,

roaned, setting a punishing pa

skin slapping against skin. I clung to him, meeting each thrust a

feeling the tension b

ll ringing cut through our moans. Alex froze mid

eaded, trying to

ried inside me. The ph

out and leaving me empty and

ied to the living room, his cock still hard and straining against the fa

coffee table, and his back was

. I strained to hear, sliding

e twenty minutes," he

anged completely. The desire was gone, replaced

, not quite meeting my

sked, crossing my

eady grabbing his jacket. "I'm sor

y still humming with unfulfilled need. "

be long," he promised, al

our kitchen, my dress half-ope

ng settling in my gut. Was I really that stupid