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  She pouted before she released a little cry of alarm as she shifted her head to keep them from kissing.

  He turned to stride away.

  Alessandra reached out for him. “Yes, it is,” she answered.

  Alek turned and took one look at the surrender on her face. He pulled her body to his and kissed her passionately as he backed them into the house, closing the door behind them with one strong push.

  Chapter 7

  Am I crazy? Is this crazy? Should I stop it? I can’t stop. I. Can’t. Stop.

  “Just once,” she pleaded in a whisper as Alek turned her around in his embrace and brought his hands up to slide beneath the hem of her shirt. His fingers softly trailed up her belly to stroke the underside of her breasts before palming them.

  “Just once,” he agreed.

  She grunted in pleasure at the warmth of his touch as she let her head fall back against his chest and brought her hands up to stroke the back of his head. She shivered and cried out as he stroked her taut nipples with one hand before easing the other down to undo the button and zipper of her jean shorts. She arched her hips to shimmy her denims over her buttocks and down the length of her long legs.

  “No panties?” he asked thickly.

  She shook her head.

  “Damn,” Alek swore, easing his hand across the smooth and plump V of her core before he opened her moist outer lips with his middle finger to seek and find her clit.

  Alessandra hissed between clenched teeth, her fingers briefly digging into his neck as she trembled.

  “It’s so wet,” he moaned, pressing the fleshy bud between his forefinger and thumb as he eased his middle finger inside her.

  Her body slackened against him as she gasped.

  “Alessandra,” Alek moaned in wonder.

  She felt the length of him harden against her buttocks and rotated her hips, dragging her soft cheeks against him as she dropped her chin to her chest to look down at his hand buried between her thighs.

  He pressed a sizzling kiss to her nape, licking her there before he sucked the same spot as his beard lightly tickled her.

  “That feels good,” she whimpered.

  “What does?” he asked, bending his head to the side to look down at her face.

  “Everything,” she exhaled, opening her legs.

  Alek followed her lead and slid his finger inside her more, until his knuckle rested on that small area between her core and buttocks. In and out. Circling against her walls. Then in and out again. And again. And again, even as he never stopped sliding her thick bud back and forth between his other fingers.

  She ached. It was sweet torture. Her body craved release. Her senses said hold on for more.

  He nodded against her hair, feeling the change in her. Her walls clutched and released his fingers. She got wetter. Hotter. She shivered nonstop.

  He wanted it just as badly for her as she needed it for herself. “Come for me,” he begged, his voice throaty from his own yearning. “Let me feel you come.”

  Alessandra closed her eyes and brought her hands up to squeeze and tease her own nipples as Alek lowered himself behind her to plant kisses to her lower back and softly bite the flesh of her buttocks. “I’m coming, Alek,” she admitted with a whimper, her knees losing strength. “I’m coming for you.”

  He settled her buttocks on one shoulder to brace her as he continued to finger her to an explosive climax.

  She thrust her hips forward against his hand as wave on top of wave of pleasure filled her. She floated. Her heart hammered. Her pulse raced. Her senses were on high alert. Her clit throbbed. She felt every bit of that white-hot explosion. It was pure bliss. “Yes. Yes. Yes,” she cried out, the room fading to black.

  Alek was persistent.

  In and out. In and out. Again and again. And again. Fast. Hard. Pounding.

  “No more,” she cried out, thinking she might just lose her mind. She dropped her arms to try to push his hand away from her.

  With a wolfish smile, he freed his finger, leaving a moist trail across her clean-shaven mound and then her belly as he wrapped his arm around her waist and stood to pick her shuddering body up against his.

  Alek walked her over to the padded window bench and sat her down on it. He quickly undressed with anxious, jerky movements before he spread her legs wide as he lowered himself to his knees. She leaned her head back against the wide railing and pressed a foot to each wall as she eyed him.

  Amid the heat and passion, it was clear he appreciated the sight of her nudity. She completely lost her inhibitions as she lay before him. Ready for him. Still dealing with the aftereffects of coming for him. Hoping her body was everything he dreamed that she hid with her clothing.

  * * *

  “I’m aching for you, Alessandra,” Alek said, the sight of her core open and wet for him, making his loins ache. “I can’t wait any more to be inside you.”

  With heart pounding with so much force, Alek grabbed her ankles, locking her in place as he guided the smooth head of his steel inside her. She was tight. Wet. Hot. He barely gave her an inch before he stopped, afraid he would spill his seed too soon. He closed his eyes, seeking control.

  Every nerve ending in his body seemed connected to electricity. There was a fine balance between pleasure and agony. It was maddening.

  The moment his nut ebbed, Alek eased his hardness inside her, feeling her walls spread to allow him in. To fit him like a second skin. To grip him. Inch by inch until he filled her with it all.

  She grimaced and bit her bottom lip with wide eyes as she waited for the discomfort to fade. “I feel it. I feel it. I feel it,” she moaned with a whimper.

  Alek’s mouth formed into a circle as a small drizzle of his release shot out against her walls. He freed her ankles and bent his body, loving the feel of her soft breasts against his chest as he kissed her as he began to stroke inside. Deeply. Slowly. Enjoying every moment. Every thrust.

  The suspense was over. And being inside her was better than anything he could have ever dreamed.

  “Alessandra,” he moaned against her mouth before lightly biting the tip of her tongue.

  Goose bumps raced across his skin as she stroked the sides of his face before trailing her fingertips down his neck, shoulders and arms with deliberate slowness that was addictive.

  He eased back out of her, leaving just the tip resting at the throbbing opening of her femininity before he thrust his hips forward and filled her again, quickening his movements until he could outpace a piston.

  She arched her back and broke their kiss to cry out in amorous abandon. “Alek,” she gasped.

  Alessandra stroked his bottom lip with her thumb, and he quickly turned his head to capture it in his mouth to suck deeply as he circled his hips, pressing his hard inches against her walls like he wanted to feel every possible spot inside her. He looked down at her, fueled by the hunger and pleasure on her face as he continued his onslaught. He had never felt so alive. So complete.

  The moment just before a climax was the sweetest anticipation ever and Alek felt it coming on. Steady and strong. He wrapped his arms around her tightly, crushing her breasts against his chest as he captured her plush mouth with his own. She wrapped her legs around his buttocks and dug her fingers into the strength of his back as she rocked her hips in unison with him, causing her walls to pull down on his hardness and rush him toward his climax.

  He felt it leave his hardness and coat her walls as he moaned with a wildness that only hinted at the dam that broke inside him. The spasmodic clutching and releasing of his tool by her silk walls, drained him.

  They held each other tightly, as if afraid to release the other. As if the moment would fade or be found to be unreal.

  * * *

  Hours later, Alek eased the sheet off Alessandra’s body, as she slept on her stomach in the middle of her
king-size bed. He had awakened already hard for her, the lit lamp on her nightstand making his erection a long, curving shadow on the wall behind him. He wanted more of her.

  He opened her legs and knelt between them, massaging the back of her thighs and buttocks before he bent to lick and lightly bite both soft round cheeks. Her skin was fresh and clean from their earlier shower. She awakened with a soft smile and a purr as Alek grabbed a pillow and lifted her up by the waist to shove it under her, causing her buttocks to arch higher in the air.

  Alek licked his fingers and then stroked the tip of his erection to wet it before he gripped the thick base to guide it inside her from behind. He lay down flat atop her, loving the feel of her soft buttocks against him as he rocked inside her body.

  Alessandra lifted her head from the pillow and clutched it with both her arms as she snaked her lower body, matching his powerful rhythm stroke for stroke.

  He could only shake his head in wonder as he pressed kisses and tender bites from one brown shoulder to the other. “You ready?” he asked, his lips to her cheek.

  She shook her head. “No, not yet.”

  Not wanting to leave her behind, Alek slid his hands beneath her soft body. With one he rolled her tight nipples between his fingers and with the other he teased her moist clit.

  Alessandra bit down into the pillow with a grunt.

  Using his chin, he moved her hair from her neck and buried his face there, sucking at that tender spot under her ear. “Now?” he asked, breathless as he continued to thrust inside her as she lay prone beneath him.

  “Yes,” she gasped.

  Alek stroked her deeply, working hard with each thrust for his climax until his sweat coated both their bodies. He hollered out harshly as Alessandra clawed at the bed and muffled her own screams of release into her pillow.

  Depleted, he rolled off her body. His chest heaving and his erection fading as he threw an arm over his eyes.

  Soon their snores were as matched as their strokes.

  * * *

  As Alek slept, Alessandra sat on the opposite end of the bed and watched him. Broad shoulders. Toned arms. Hard chest. Chiseled abs. Long and thick hardness even at rest.

  Just beautiful. And sexy. And all mine...at least for the night.

  Soon the morning would come and their one night of passion would be over.

  She rose from the bed and padded barefoot across the floor to her bathroom to make a sudsy washcloth. She carried it back into the bedroom, with a dry hand towel under her arm, uncaring that she left a wet trail on the wood floor.

  Carefully she washed him.

  Alek awakened with a start, looking up at her with wide eyes. “What are—”

  “Sssssh,” she said, holding a foam-covered finger to her mouth.

  He relaxed his frame as she finished her task, smiling when he hardened in her hands.

  Alessandra wiped away the suds with the dry cloth and flung it over her shoulder as she climbed on the bed, straddling his hips. Arching a brow, she squatted above him, holding his hardness straight with her hand as she eased down onto him.

  She began her slow ride, sliding up and down the length of him as she looked at him with her hands pressed against his hard chest.

  “Alessan—”

  She pressed a hand to his mouth to quiet him, leaning down to replace her hand with her mouth. Their tongues lightly danced together as she worked nothing but her lower back and hips in a quick and steady pace that stoked that now-all-too-familiar fire. She broke their kiss to shift up enough to dangle her breasts above his mouth. Quickly he latched onto one and deeply sucked at her hard nipple, intensifying her pleasure as she felt her release rise. Cupping his head, she rode him fast and hard until she felt him stiffen inside her before his release filled her. With a cry she couldn’t contain, Alessandra brought her core up and down his shaft as she came with him.

  Trembling and shaken, they held each other tightly as she rode him until he went soft inside.

  “Damn,” they swore in unison before they both laughed.

  * * *

  Late into the night, Alessandra and Alek slept in her bed, their limbs entwined as if feeding a simple need to know the other was still there. Their passion for each other seemed limitless. Both had lost count of just how many times they mated. At times, it was slow and passion-filled. Other times, fierce and fast. Each time, they were completely lost in each other. Inhibitions released. Passion reigned.

  Sleep was their only respite.

  * * *

  Alek was the first to rise the next morning. He didn’t awaken Alessandra as she slept with a pillow snuggled beneath her upper body. He didn’t dare believe he would be able to walk away from her if she even looked at him. As he got dressed he watched her, missing not one detail.

  Her mussed hair, long since freed of her ponytail. The way she slept with her mouth slightly ajar. The love bite on her shoulder. The curve of her body under the sheet as she lay on her side. One brown nipple peeking from under the sheet to tempt him.

  I better go now.

  He carried his shoes and moved around the bed, pausing long enough to press a warm kiss to her lower back—a spot he discovered was one of her erogenous zones. With one last glance over his shoulder, he left her bedroom, quietly closing the door behind him. He slid on his shoes and left her house, still perplexed that she chose to live in the guesthouse and give free run of her mansion to her family.

  He was fast discovering that she was a woman of complexities.

  Alek stood there outside her house with his hand pressed to the door. He dropped his head and wiped his hand over his beard as he desperately fought the urge to retrace his steps and climb back in Alessandra’s bed.

  Alek gripped the doorknob for long, torturous moments before finally releasing it and climbing into his glossy dark blue Bugatti Chiron. As he reversed the car and then turned forward to accelerate the sports car up the drive, leaving her felt like one of the toughest things he ever had to do. Last night with her had created a hunger in him that he doubted any other woman could satisfy.

  Just once?

  He shook his head at their naïveté.

  Alek looked ahead at the mansion framed by the blue, lavender and streaks of orange in the sky as the sun inched its way to prominence. In the distance, he spotted a male figure hurrying down the steps leading from a wrought iron balcony wearing nothing but a robe. Frowning, he slowed down. “Is that Victor?” he asked aloud.

  He eased forward enough to watch as the older man scurried across the back lawn to a small stone home that he vaguely remembered as the servants’ quarters from visiting the estate decades ago with his family. The front door opened and a young woman dressed only in a short nightie smiled up at him as he reached her. “That slick old bastard,” he said.

  He sped away, driving under the carport and eventually down the paved drive until he reached the security gate. He lowered the window to show his face to the monitor. If the system were anything like his own security, it was just as important knowing who exited the estate as it was to know who was entering.

  Seconds, later the gates opened.

  “Have a good day, Mr. Ansah,” one of the guards’ voices came crystal clear through the intercom.

  Alek nodded and raised the window as he sped forward.

  As he drove through the serene streets of Passion Grove, Alek had to admit there was something charming about the small town even in the wee hours of the morning before daylight. The town was a well-known secret for those with big dollars seeking a small-town setting. Still, his lifestyle moved at a faster pace and he enjoyed his penthouse apartment in Tribeca. Everything about Passion Grove spoke of family and settling down, even if it was still in the lap of luxury.

  He wasn’t ready yet.

  He slowed down when he spotted the lit window of one of the businesses u
nder the row of black canopies. La Boulangerie was etched on the door. It was French for bakery. His stomach grumbled and he lowered the window to inhale the scent of fresh baked goods and coffee that filled the air. He immediately pulled the car into a parking spot on the brick-paved road and climbed out to jog across the street.

  Alek entered and felt like he was in an old-world pastry shop from Europe with its brick walls, wood beams, polished hardwood floors, metal accents, and black bistro tables and chairs. He wasn’t surprised. Passion Grove was a small town with big-time character.

  A tall man with a blond man-bun, who looked more like a sun-kissed California surfer than a man from the East Coast, came from the rear of the bakery. His black apron was embroidered in white with Bill the Pâtissier. “Sorry, we’re not open for a couple hours. Just getting some baking done,” he said, his accent decidedly Jersey.

  Alek nodded in understanding, but his stomach protested. “Listen, I have a little ride to Tribeca ahead of me and I am starving,” he said. “I will purchase whatever you have that’s done and a cup of coffee.”

  Bill smiled and shrugged. “I feel you, bro,” he said. “Nothing fresh is ready yet, but I do have some petits fours left from yesterday.”

  Alek gave him a small mock bow. “My forever gratitude.”

  “Your English accent is awesome, bro,” he said as he filled a black paper cup with coffee from one of six French press coffee makers lining the counter.

  Alek chuckled. “Yours, as well,” he mused.

  The laid-back baker pressed a lid on the cup and handed it to him over the butcher-block counter before turning to walk through a black swinging door.

  Alek tasted the coffee. His face filled with surprise as he sipped again. He looked up at the sound of a chuckle.

  The baker set a tray of a variety of petits fours on the counter. “Coffee’s good, right?” he asked with confidence.

  “Damn good,” Alek stressed, taking another deep sip as he stepped forward to eye the tray of treats.

  “The secret is all in the beans, the right farmer with the right packaging of the right arabica bean,” Bill boasted, reaching for a small box under the counter.