By the time he pulls away, we’re both breathing hard. He grabs my hands and places them against his chest, his eyes on mine.
I obey his silent order and unbutton his shirt, my arousal increasing with every button I undo. His shirt falls open and I trace his abs with my fingers, enjoying the way he tenses underneath my touch. He thinks he’s got so much power over me, but he craves my touch just as much as I do his.
Alexander smiles and lifts me into his arms, carrying me back to bed as if I weigh nothing. He places me down gently, his eyes on mine as he finishes undressing. He’s watching me, enjoying the desire I don’t bother to hide.
He leans in, his fingers hooking around my panties. “Up,” he orders, and I raise my hips for him as he tugs them off. Alexander grins at me as he raises the lace fabric to his face, inhaling deeply.
“Fucking delicious, Elena.”
He lets my panties drop to the floor and joins me in bed, holding himself up above me. He lowers his lips to mine and I thread my hand through his hair, pulling him closer. He smiles as he lowers himself on top of me, his body flush against mine.
A small moan escapes my lips when he kisses me, and I pull on his hair, wanting more. Alexander chuckles and moves his lips to my neck, kissing me in places I didn’t even realize were sensitive.
He strokes my inner thigh, teasing me, and I moan when he finally touches me where I want him. “So wet and slippery,” he says, pulling his fingers back. He grins at me as he brings them to his lips, tasting me. “I knew you’d be as delicious as you smell.”
I wrap my leg around his hip, wanting more, wanting him closer, and he smiles. “So hungry for my cock, baby. If anyone saw you right now, they’d think I starve you.”
He lines himself up and pushes in just a little, making me whimper. “Alexander,” I whisper. I push my hips up, trying to get him in deeper, and he smiles.
He pushes into me slowly, inch by inch, taking his time. I moan in delight when he’s finally deep inside me, and he drops his forehead to mine.
He fucks me slowly, the long deep strokes driving me half insane, and he knows it. I pull on his hair and he chuckles as he grabs my hands, pinning them above my head.
“Has no one ever told you that patience is a virtue, baby?”
He pulls back almost all the way and slams into me, pinning my wrists down with his weight as he does so. “Patience is overrated,” I tell him, and he smiles.
“Looks like I’ll need to teach you a lesson.”
He slows the pace down even further, teasing me with every stroke. “Can you come for me just like this, baby? Let’s find out.”
He pushes into me slowly, stimulating something deep inside me every time he does so. I feel the pressure building inside me, and I’m impatient for more.
“Please, stop teasing me,” I moan, my voice husky.
He looks into my eyes and smiles as he continues to tease me. “You’re a little slut for my cock, aren’t you? Look at you. Look how desperate you are to come on my dick.”
I swallow hard, trying my hardest to hold on, but I can feel my control slipping.
“Come for me, Elena.”
He pulls out almost all the way and pushes into me hard, taking me right over the edge. “Oh God,” I moan, pleasure washing over me, wave after wave. My muscles contract around him over and over again, and his forehead drops to mine.
“Good girl,” he whispers. He increases the pace, thrusting into me hard and fast, his eyes on mine when he comes.
He collapses on top of me and turns us over so I’m lying in his arms, both of us panting. He wraps his arms around me, holding me tightly.
I listen to his heartbeat as mine slowly returns to normal. My eyes start to feel heavy and my breathing evens out. Right before I fall asleep, I hear him speak, his voice barely above a whisper.
“A new acquisition, the sun streaming in from my office window, and having you in my bed.”
Chapter 20
E lena
“Let me see?” Sofia says.
I hold my hand up excitedly, admiring my own nails.
“They did a great job,” she says, and I nod. I can’t even remember the last time I was this pampered. Sofia arranged an entire spa day for the two of us. We got massages together, followed by hair and nail appointments. It’s been incredibly nice, but more than that, I’ve missed this feeling—the feeling of spending an entire day with a mother figure. There’s nothing like it.
“Thank you,” I tell her.
She smiles at me and shakes her head, her hand in mine. “Darling, you’re my daughter-in-law now. It’s my job to spoil you.”
She brushes my hair behind my ear, a huge grin on her face. I’ve noticed that more often than not, she’s lost in thought at home, a sad expression on her face. But not today. She’s enjoyed today as much as I have.
“Alec explained that you two will be staging your relationship for my father and the press? You know that won’t be easy, right?”
I nod nervously. “I know,” I murmur. “But we don’t really have another choice. He and I… we got together too suddenly. Alexander is worried his grandfather won’t buy it.”
Sofia nods. “He wouldn’t be wrong. I love my father, but he’s a sly fox. Best to tread carefully. If he so much as suspects that you two aren’t in love with each other, he’ll give his position as chairman to Alec’s cousin. Alec has worked far too hard for that to happen.”
I nod thoughtfully. “Don’t worry,” I tell her. “We’ll be fine.”
Sofia smiles at me, her eyes twinkling. “Yes, I think you will be.”
Our bodyguard opens the door to the restaurant for us, and Sofia sighs as we walk in. “I hate these charity lunches,” she tells me. “I’d much rather just donate some money and leave. But unfortunately, we need to show our faces. I do believe it’s a good opportunity for you to get reacquainted with some of the people you lost touch with. Connections are a Kennedy’s most valuable asset, and you’ll need to start making some of your own.”
I nod at her nervously. Sofia smiles at me reassuringly and grabs my hand, squeezing tightly. “I’m here,” she tells me. “You’re no longer alone, Elena.”
I sit down next to Sofia, feeling out of place. There’s a blonde sitting next to me that I’ve never seen before, and I smile at her, trying my best to portray confidence and failing badly.
She grins and sticks her hand out. The gesture is so different from the air kisses I’m used to that I’m startled, in the best way.
“Emilia,” she says, her smile genuine and friendly, unlike the ones I’m used to in these circles.
I shake her hand and nod politely. “Elena.”
Sofia smiles and leans in. “Emilia is Carter Clarke’s wife. They don’t live here, but when Emilia is in town, she usually joins us for lunch. Emilia and Carter have founded many charitable organizations, and Emilia is always trying to make a difference. I think you’ll really like her.”
Emilia winks at me. “Carter is the Fintech guy,” she says, referring to her husband.
I look at her with wide eyes. “Oh! His company recently branched out into medical research, and the findings have been astounding. I looked into it for my mother, but I…”
My heart sinks. There was no way I could even get in touch with Carter Clarke, much less gain access to some of his technology.
Emilia looks into my eyes, her gaze searching, and then she smiles. She reaches into her purse and slides a card my way. “This is my husband’s direct line. Call him and tell him I told you to get in touch with him. Whatever you need, he’ll get to you.”
I stare at the card, hope filling my heart. Alexander is already trying to fly in some of the best doctors in the world, but this might help too. This might help my mother. I clutch the card tightly, my heart racing.
The room suddenly falls silent and I look up in surprise to find Jennifer walking in. She frowns when she sees me sitting here and walks over, tensing when she realizes Sofia is seated next to me. Everyone all at once starts to congratulate Jennifer on her engagement, and she blushes. “Oh,” she says. “We were trying to keep that a secret.”
I just about keep from rolling my eyes. From what I understand, she’s been telling anyone that would listen.
I sit back as she answers questions about her upcoming wedding, and about what married life might be like. She glances at Sofia and grins.
“No one knows more about happy marriages than Sofia Kennedy,” she says, nodding at my mother-in-law. “Tell us, how do you stay happy throughout so many years? It’s been what? Over thirty years?”
Sofia tenses, and Jennifer doesn’t give her a chance to reply.
“That reminds me, where is Mr. Kennedy, anyway? Another business trip?”