Curvy Fake Wife for the Player

24. Sasha

Chapter 24

Sasha

A lex’s mouth ravished mine for an eternity. Starting in the car, we barely came up for breath inside the elevator, down the hall and into the penthouse. His mouth had a way of making me lose all sense of space and time, and every pass of his tongue disintegrated a few more of my brain cells. Never mind the way his hands roamed and explored my curves, leaving a white-hot trail of fire everywhere he touched.

“Sasha,” he moaned against my lips and pulled me closer. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

“I’m not,” I insisted as we stumbled down the hall and into his enormous bedroom.

“I think you are,” he growled and pushed me down on the bed, his big hands made quick work of my jeans and my blouse, leaving me in nothing but pale yellow lace. “So fucking perfect.”

When he growled at me like that, an intense look on his face, I wanted to believe that someone found me perfect and beautiful. That he found me more than enough. “Alex,” I moaned and pulled him closer.

This time things weren’t as frantic. Alex took his time as he peeled off my bra and then my panties, so slowly I shook with my need for him. And when the tables were turned, he vibrated as I undressed him piece by piece until every inch of his gorgeous well-muscled body was bared to me. “Sasha, babe. You’re killing me.”

I laughed. “Sorry, the view is just so stunning.”

His nostrils flared and he backed me up until I fell backwards, his big body, his comforting weight on top of me. “I got the best view in the house.” He flashed that too charming, sexy, lopsided grin just before he kissed me. Devoured me. Turned me inside out.

We both took our time, savoring one another as if this was our last night on earth together. He kissed me like I mattered, he kissed me like I was everything he ever wanted or needed in this world. It was a heady experience, the Alex made love to me, the way he touched me and the way he kissed me.

As his body slide into mine everything just felt right. It felt perfect. His soft grunts that grew more intense as his own pleasure grew combined with my cries of pleasure, pleas for more. “Yes, Alex.” The words were whispered in his ear and his muscles tensed all around me. “More,” I begged and locked my legs around his back.

“So wet,” he whispered. “So hot. So fucking good.” The last part came out on a growl that I felt all the way down to the center of my heart. He lifted one leg higher and buried his face in the side of my neck, kissing and nibbling my neck and shoulder as he pumped in long, deep strokes that pushed me closer and closer to the edge. “Sasha.”

My whispered name unlocked something inside of me and I knew I was in trouble, real trouble because right now what I felt for Alex felt like a lot more than a crush. It felt real and that was a problem. It wasn’t.

His hips sped up, pumping slightly faster but deeper and harder, pushing me, urging me to reach for that pleasure just out of reach. “Sasha, babe.”

He kissed me again, his tongue thrust in and out in time with his cock and I was lost, I was gone and this man was the cause. Alex kissed me with as much intensity as he pounded into me and nothing, not my thoughts or doubts, could stop the pleasure as it rose to the surface and exploded out of me. “Alex!” I arched into him and my toes curled as I was hit with a wave of pleasure so great and so profoundly intense that it shook my body uncontrollably for several long minutes. “Yes, Alex!”

His hips sped up, moving fast and deep, his mouth dotting kisses on my lips and my neck, down to my collarbone. His green eyes were so intense as they stared down at me that another burst of pleasure shot out of me, triggering his own orgasm. “Fuck, Sasha!” He pumped and pumped even as his jaw clenched and his face twisted in agony. He was beautiful as his pleasure roared out of him and flowed into me, and as he slowed and the delicious weight of him sank into me, I rubbed his back knowing without any doubt in my heart that I was falling for the winger.

Instead of dwelling on that, I enjoyed the heat of his flesh against mine, the feel of his arms wrapped around me as we both drifted off to sleep.

I woke with a start the next morning as the sun filtered through the large windows, looking around to find Alex gone. Great. I gathered my clothes, dressed quickly and went to my room to change before checking on Dixie. She wasn’t in her room and the sight that faced me in the kitchen was too much for my full heart to bear.

Alex was shirtless—again—with Dixie in his arms as he spoon fed her mashed sweet potatoes and chickpeas. “Morning sleeping beauty.”

I felt the blush heat my skin even as I tried to look unaffected. “Morning.”

“Sleep okay?” He pulled his lips in tight as if he was trying not to smile.

“Fantastic.” I narrowed my gaze at him. “You?”

“Best sleep I’ve had in ages.” He finished feeding Dixie and put her in the highchair, his gaze settled on me. “Bad news. I can’t do menu planning today. There’s a team charity thing I forgot about.”

My immediate reaction was disappointment but I reminded myself that I had no real claim on Alex or his time. It was just the bucket of ice water I needed on my overheated thoughts and I simply nodded, flashing an understanding smile befitting any wife of convenience. “Sure. No problem.”

“I can’t get out of it,” he explained further, guilt softening his tone.

“It’s all right, Alex. Work is your priority. I get it.” And maybe this break was just what I needed to get a hold of my emotions before our wedding day. “I’ll handle it.”

“Thank you.” Relief relaxed his broad shoulders and he stood, ready to leave but not before he pressed the sweetest kiss to Dixie’s forehead and stopped to give me one too. “See you girls later.”

“That was interesting,” Henrietta said, a knowing smile on her face.

I didn’t bother denying anything. The penthouse was big but it wasn’t so big that she hadn’t noticed where I’d slept, or where I hadn’t. “Thank you for watching Dixie.” The venue, the cake and even the invitations were taken care of. Now there was just the menu and we would be good to go.

Before getting dressed for the appointment, I called one of my fellow nannies from the agency to see if she was free. “Hey Toni, it’s Sasha.”

“What’s up, girl? Have you found a new placement yet?”

“Yeah, I’m here now, but that’s not what I’m calling about.” I inhaled and on the exhale explained about the wedding and my need for a meal tasting partner.

“Wow,” she laughed. “I have so many questions, but not enough time to ask, get the answers or go taste testing with you. Sorry. Try Lucy.”

Bummer. “Maybe I will, thanks.”

“Yep, and don’t think we won’t be having a conversation about this soon.” With another laugh Toni ended the call.

Lucy and I weren’t all that close, but I knew her well enough to ask, but her easy acceptance surprised me. “I’ll meet you at the caterer,” she said quickly.

An hour later Lucy and I sat at a small table with Dixie and Lena at our sides. “Don’t tell anyone but this was my favorite part of wedding planning. For some women it’s the dress but for me it was the food.” She laughed and her eyes sparkled with pure bliss.

“The cake tasting has been my favorite so far,” I admitted. My mind tried to pull up the memories of Alex replacing the cake with his delectable mouth but I shoved them away. “This part isn’t bad either.” The food was good but making a decision had struck me with fear so palpable that I couldn’t move. “I can’t choose.”

Lucy nodded knowingly. “That’s all right. Pick your top two or three from each course and ask if you can take them home to your groom, name dropping him if you have to, so that you can decide together. It’ll work, trust me.”

“Yeah, okay. Thanks.” What in the hell was wrong with me? I’d stood at my mother’s side for dozens if not hundreds of events like this and I could normally make these choices in my sleep. This inability to make a decision was definitely about my feelings for my future husband and that just made me mad. “I’ll go ask for some to go containers.”

Lucy was right, the chef had no problem packing up a few items for me once she realized I was the “regular woman” who got to marry Alex Witter. “I’ll bring it to your table.”

“Okay, thank you.” That was easy enough and I was grateful that Lucy was available today or we might have ended up with hoagie sandwiches for our wedding meal. “She’s going to bring out the to-go containers but we’re done so you can get back to your day. I appreciate you making time in your day for me, though.”

“Are you kidding? We’re practically going to be sisters. Dante is a bit of a grump and Alex is his best friend so we’ll be seeing a lot of each other over the years.”

I looked away because I didn’t like to lie but the truth was we would only see each other for the next couple of years and then I would just be the girl that was Alex’s first wife.

“Is something wrong?”

“No,” I said too quickly. “Nothing at all. Why?”

“No reason,” Lucy said just as quickly. “Let’s get out of here.”

I frowned. “Where are we going?”

Lucy sent me a coy smile. “You’ll see.”

A thread of worry tightened inside of me but I didn’t think she had any nefarious plans so I strapped Dixie in and followed Lucy in her navy blue Mercedes. We stopped at a gargantuan light brick building without a sign, at least anywhere that I could see. “What is this place,” I asked as she and Lena stopped beside the car.

Lucy bounced on her toes. “We’re going wedding dress shopping!” She jumped up and down as much as her pregnant body would allow, and then she stopped. “I mean, I assumed you didn’t have one yet since you didn’t say anything, or show me any photos.”

Shit. “I totally forgot.” How on earth was I going to sell this story about my relationship with Alex when I totally spaced on what most women consider the centerpiece of their wedding day? The gown. “How could I have forgotten?”

“Pregnancy brain?” Lucy offered with a teasing grin.

“Definitely not.”

She frowned.

“I mean, we’re careful. Now isn’t the right time, with Dixie’s arrival and the season starting and all that.” Dammit, I was blowing this. “I’m not pregnant. Just forgetful, apparently.”

“No worries. We’re here and we’ll find you something that’ll make Alex swallow his tongue.”

The thought of Alex seeing me as a woman suitable for him in every way, of him gasping in shock when he caught sight of me in my wedding dress was appealing. But it couldn’t happen.

Could it?

“Sasha?” Lucy’s concerned expression made me realize I’d spaced out, lost in my own thoughts.

“Oh, sorry. I guess I was just imagining his face when he sees me,” I lied. He did say I was perfect and beautiful, though it was in the heat of passion so did that really count? I didn’t know but staring at Lucy’s hopeful expression made me want to find out.