Her mouth tasted the fine wine that his offered. Every part of her soft body was hypersensitive to his strong hard muscles.
As her fingers lowered, she traced the outline of his penis. It was engorged and ready for her already. Without waiting, she lifted herself to guide him inside. He stopped and pulled out. "We need protection, Alice."
Common sense was lost in the heat of passion. He lifted her up and placed her on the bed as he went to his bureau. A moment later he had a condom, ripped the packaging and rolled it on himself. As he rejoined her on the bed, he asked, "Are you sure?"
"Don't make me beg," she said huskily and climbed on him. It was better to be a sex kitten then nothing at all. Her muscles quivered as he held himself over her.
As his lips claimed her breasts, another moan came through her. She had to have him. Now. She rolled him backwards on the bed, and lifted her hips. With her knees to the sides, she straddled him and led his cock inside her body.
If only she could believe that they'd be together forever because then she'd truly be free. Right now reckless abandon overtook her. She ached for him. All that mattered was total surrender. The wild throes of riding him released something deep that burst out of her.
Chapter Twenty Seven
Cocooned in John's embrace, Alice snuggled closer to his warmth. Everything was perfect. A giggle escaped her throat as sunshine poured through the windows. Despite how wild she was last night, this morning she was still herself.
The fear of being some crazy sex slave would never happen to her. The discussions her mother had said about orgies at the Morgan house created all that stuff in her head. This bunch of rubbish was instilled at a young age.
Alice bounced off the bed. So much energy coursed through her. She threw on John's t-shirt and headed to the kitchen to make them breakfast.
She hugged her arms as she strolled through the halls. Coffee, bagels, eggs.
Something dark caught the corner of her eye as she passed the living room. She stopped and her toes curled against the cold tile. Someone had hung a huge stuffed doll with her face painted on it right outside the big window, with red paint slashed across the neck.
The urge to throw up hit her hard and fast. She stumbled backwards and cried out.
John bolted through the hall and wrapped her into his arms. He cradled her head against his broad chest as tears spilled. He must have looked outside because his embrace became fierce. "Don't worry. I'll get that taken down."
A sigh escaped her lips. "How can I not worry?"
The smell of cedar and pine wafted in her lungs. Her pulse settled. "They didn't get in," he said.
She pulled back, her body trembling. "That's not enough. They were here. They could have seen us."
Her voice sounded weaker than she felt. He squeezed her hand. "Don't think about it."
In a twirl, she turned around and pointed toward the effigy. "Someone wants me dead."
He rubbed his jaw as she hugged herself. "It's always about you. It's strange that no one else is threatened."
As her leg brushed against the couch, she sucked in her cheeks. "That doesn't make me feel better."
He tried to offer her a smile, but no dimples appeared on his face. "I'm putting the pieces together."
Clues were good. She swallowed. "I'm nervous."
With a curt nod, he walked past her in the hall. "Go, take a shower and wash up. I'll get that down and then we'll have a nice, normal breakfast."
No. This wasn't okay. She took hold of his wrist and he turned toward her. "I'm not calm at all."
He reached for her shoulder and offered her a gentle squeeze. "Can you try?"
Those blue eyes of his still knocked her socks off, if she had socks. Perhaps she spent too much time with her mother. A small fire was set inside her that burned away the frigid air. "O…kay."
He kissed her cheek and her face grew warm. "That's my girl."
This was how everything started with him years ago. One kiss meant for her cheek had changed her entire life. He led back to his room and the shower. He tried to hide grabbing his phone and she averted her gaze to let him think he was smooth. With her head held high, she told him, "Don't get hurt if you go outside."
He nodded and stepped back. "I'll bring the security guard."
"Okay. Come right back."
The dimples showed on his face this time as he smiled. "I will."
His smile made her feel like she had sunshine bursting through her skin, so she smiled back. "We should make a plan over breakfast. I don't want to be stalked."
"Fair enough," he agreed.
"Security did a lousy job."
"I'll find out what happened."
She went back to her room to grab clothes that he supplied and change. As she walked, she breathed easier. He was right. If she'd gone to her condo or her family farm, she'd probably be dead right now.
As she exited her room, freshly showered John called her from the living room. Every footstep felt heavy. His fingers brushed his five o'clock shadow as he told her, "I have to go see my brother to ramp up security."
Her mouth opened and for a moment no question formed. She'd never understand his family dynamic. "Will he?"
"Yeah."
At least he didn't spout off some hatred of his brother. She ran her hands through her hair. If he hadn't cut off her contract, she'd have supported Peter the whole time. She shook her head. "Then why can't you just call him?"
He handed her his phone with his call log on screen. "He's not answering."
The mansion of the Morgans had the aura of an ancient unbreakable fortress. She cleared her throat. "Will it be safe if we go there?"
"Yeah."
The fast yes strengthened her resolve. She adjusted her blouse and skirt. "Then let's go. I can catch up with your sister there too."
A knock reverberated in the air and both of them turned toward the front door. Alice grabbed his arm. He massaged her back and then walked away to open the door. A moment later he called out, "It's Vicki and Jennifer."
Alice traced the bottom of her skirt. She looked presentable. "Let them in."
A moment later, heels clacked on the marble floor and his sister's voice said, "John, we need to speak to Alice without you."
"What's going on?" Alice asked.
The heels came closer to the living room as Vicki answered, "Girl stuff."
John stepped in front of his sister, but she saw both women behind him. He reached for Alice. "Give me one minute." As he stood in front of her, he held her hands to his heart. "It's important we go now."
Vicki's face had a determined look. It might be nice to solve someone else's problem instead of worry over her own. She glanced at Jennifer, who rolled her eyes. Vicki needed her. Alice squeezed John's hands. "The house is safe, if I stay here and you go?"
His eyebrows lifted. "Yeah."
With one more look at her friends, Alice smiled to reassure him that she was strong. "John, go. I'll stay here, as long as your sister keeps me company. I will follow every security procedure."
His gaze narrowed as he turned to his sister. "Vicki, will you stay with Alice until I get back?"