Part 13 (1/2)

She grinned and slid her arms around his neck. ”Does that mean you missed me?”

”Always,” he said, his voice a low rumble as he pulled her roughly against him. Her entire body vibrated with need.

”How long do we have to stay?” she asked, because it was his cousin's club, and she didn't want to be rude by suggesting they leave now. But she couldn't wait to be alone with him.

”We don't. Gabe's lending us his driver. We can get out of here any time.”

”Now sounds good to me.” She paused for them to say good-bye to Olivia and Dylan before Alex led her out the door.

A private limo and driver waited for them in front of Elite. And once inside the back of the limo, the privacy part.i.tion was raised. Alex leaned back in the seat, his arm stretched behind her. ”I told him to drive around. I said I'd tell him when to head to the hotel,” he said, his gaze leveled on hers.

”So we're free to do whatever we want back here?”

He nodded, his finger tracing the line of her dress down her cleavage and back up again on the other side. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s grew heavy, nipples tightening, panties damp. Light music piped in around them, a beautiful melody she didn't recognize, but it added to the s.e.xy atmosphere.

She knew what she wanted to do. Something she never initiated with any man because it indicated an intimacy she'd never felt before with anyone but Alex. And she felt it again now. More so than when they'd been together before even.

”I want my mouth on you,” she murmured. Turning toward him, she reached for the b.u.t.ton on his dark pants. He drew a sharp breath, eyes glittering with heat.

”You sure, Angel?” Alex asked, unable to tear his gaze from hers. The thought of her sucking him in her warm, wet mouth had his c.o.c.k swelling and his body shaking with need.

”Completely.” She slid off the seat and sank to her knees, then unzipped his pants.

He lifted his hips, and she hooked her fingers into his briefs and worked at his pants, until they fell to the floor around his feet. She maneuvered herself between his legs before capturing his hard c.o.c.k in her hand.

He looked heavenward, praying for the strength not to come from her hot touch alone.

Eyes wide and focused, she slid her hand up and down his thick length, pausing to swipe a finger over the leaking pre-c.u.m at the head. He let out a strangled groan. If she was going to experiment now, he would be in big trouble.

She bit down on her lower lip, studying him from various angles.

He wanted to bite that lip himself, then devour her mouth and thrust into her body-her mouth or her p.u.s.s.y, he didn't much care which, he thought, his hips arching up into her tight grasp.

”Not gonna pressure you, sweetheart but you have to do something, or this'll be over before you begin.”

She leaned down and licked him experimentally. Heat shot through his groin, and he clenched his hands into tight fists. Anything to prevent himself from grabbing her by the hair and pumping into her mouth himself. She wanted to be in control, and he wanted to give her that.

Finally she parted her lips and took him in, enclosing him in moist heat. Fire licked at him from every angle as she ran her tongue up and down his shaft, lingering beneath the sensitive head before bringing him into her mouth so deep he hit the back of her throat.

She slid him out and in, her lips gliding then sucking him deep. With one hand gripping him and pumping up and down, she sucked him like a lollipop, cupping his b.a.l.l.s in her free hand. He lost track of her moves and became a complete slave to sensation. His blood boiled in his veins, f.u.c.king stars flashed in front of his eyes, and he came so hard he lost track of everything but the unreal o.r.g.a.s.m and the woman giving him such intense, all-consuming pleasure.

Madison woke early the next morning, her entire body aching in the best possible way from last night's activities. She stretched in delight. Looking over, she didn't see Alex. Instead, she saw a note on the pillow beside her.

She picked it up and read out loud. ”Hey, beautiful. Went back to my room to shower. If I stayed, I'd have woken you up with my hands on your-” She blushed at the following words, fully aware he was right. If he'd joined her in the shower, they'd never get to breakfast and then their meeting on time. She'd definitely enjoy her morning more though.

She had to admit going with the flow was working for her. By spending time with Alex and not allowing herself to think about the future, she'd fallen into a routine she enjoyed. Much like last time except things were different now. He was different. He was attentive and focused on her. No distraction of media or attention to inflate his ego and pull him away from what was important and meaningful in his life.

She pulled out her phone and texted him, letting him know that she was ready for breakfast. A few minutes later, she met up with him outside the elevator banks in the lobby.

He pulled her into his arms and kissed her like they'd been apart for days instead of a little over an hour. ”Mmm. I could get used to this,” she murmured against his mouth.

He stepped back and grinned. ”You'd better because I don't plan on stopping anytime soon.”

She linked her hand in his. ”I need coffee desperately.”

”And I need you.” His looked into her eyes, gaze hot and heavy-lidded.

She swayed toward him, hoping he'd kiss her one more time.

”Excuse me. Alex?” A female voice interrupted them.

Madison turned to see a stunning brunette wearing a wine-colored skirt and matching jacket, waiting for him.

Alex stiffened. ”What the h.e.l.l? Are you following me?”

Madison narrowed her gaze, unsure who the woman was.

”I hate to interrupt-” the woman said.

”Then don't.” Alex bit out his words in an ice-cold tone Madison had only heard once before, and everything inside her froze at the memory of him breaking up with her in his hospital room.

”Alex, please,” the unknown female said.

”Go away.”

The only woman Madison could imagine him speaking to that way now would be- ”Rachel, I believe me not returning your calls speaks for itself.”

Madison closed her eyes, needing a minute to pull herself together to deal with this situation. She was facing the other woman who had meant something to him once. One he was still angry with and bitter over. Did that translate to him still having feelings for her? Nausea kicked in hard. She rubbed her hands against her own skirt, hoping she didn't look as nervous as she suddenly felt.

”I just need a few minutes of your time,” Rachel said.

”I'm busy.” He immediately pulled Madison closer to him. Today, his gesture of possession didn't feel as warm or intimate as it had last night. It felt necessary, like he needed to prove to this woman that he had moved on.

But had he? That was the question, and Madison suddenly felt chilled despite his body heat close beside her.

Madison swallowed hard. ”Alex, go ahead. See what she wants.”

”Anything you have to say, you can say to us both. This is Madison-”

”Evans. I admire the work you're both doing with the Thunder.”

Madison narrowed her gaze. How did Rachel know about her?

”How do you know what we're doing?” Alex asked before Madison had the chance.

”I have a proposal for you, and before I put it together, I had to know what I was up against.” It was hard to know if she meant in business or his personal life, since she looked Madison over before settling her stare on Alex once more.

”How did you know where we were?” he asked.