Scrooge

26. Haylee

26

HAYLEE

A lex’s hand in mine, he pulls me along, the elevator already open and waiting for us.

“Dan,” he says, by way of a thank you, and until that second, I entirely forget that someone was witness to, not only our conversation, but our passionate kiss. I look at Dan as we walk past him, my cheeks flushed, and he hides his smile well.

“Have a good evening, sir,” is all he says before the elevator doors close, and Alex hauls me to him.

“Was he watching everything?” I ask, my voice a mere whisper.

“I pay him well enough not to,” he says gruffly before his lips are back on mine, devouring me. My heart pounds hard and fast as I melt into his embrace. We shuffle back until my body hits the wall behind me, making me gasp as the elevator rapidly ascends to his penthouse.

“This dress is so goddamn sexy…” he murmurs against my lips, and my body flushes hot. This is a new side of Alex, and I am here for it. His hand runs up my thigh, gathering the soft fabric up around my waist as my hand lands on his jacket, trying to open it, my hands almost frantic.

I’m not sure if it is the adrenaline of tonight, the way he stood up for me and kept me protected, or if it’s the constant tension that has built between us over the past few weeks, but I care very little of anything else in this moment other than him.

“This is against your rules,” he murmurs, but doesn’t stop; he wants me just as much as I want him.

“Rules?” I ask, my breathing labored already as I push his jacket from his shoulders, kissing him some more. I feel him smile against my lips as his jacket falls to the floor.

“No kissing. No touching. No funny business .” He repeats the words I said to him in his office the day we sealed our deal, and I’d laugh if I wasn’t so turned on.

“I don’t care about the rules,” I tell him in a rush, my hands moving to his front as I start unbuttoning his shirt, our movements now gathering speed.

“I don’t care about our agreement,” he says, as I make it to his waistband and open his belt, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants with blind movements.

“Me neither,” I rasp, just as he lifts me from the floor, cupping my ass in his hands and pushing me against the wall. My breath catches at the action as my legs wrap around him, his muscles flexed and strength evident.

“It’s null and void.” His lips meet mine again, and my body turns liquid, feeling his fingers pressing in right at the edges of my lace underwear that barely covers my ass. The elevator chimes and the doors open, and he walks us both out, his jacket left behind as the doors close.

“Alex,” I moan as I hold on to him, lips trailing along his neck and up to his ear, reveling in the sound of his responding groan. We don’t make it far as he presses me up against the wall in his foyer. Our kiss is urgent this time, hands needier; we both want the same thing, and we want it now.

“Fuck, Haylee,” His husky tone has my pussy pulsing, as I feel his fingers slide around the hem of my underwear. Hot and ready, I grind down on his hand as he cups me, needing some friction, needing something to relieve the ache he’s caused.

“I need… I want…” I pant, barely able to talk, which is so unlike me. I’m burning up. I want this dress off, I want to see all of him, but that must wait, because if I don’t have this man right this minute, I will explode. His finger sweeps over my clit, and I almost come just from that act alone.

“Is this all for me? You’re soaking through your panties, Sunflower.” He speaks against my mouth, his finger teasing me again, and a nod and whimper is my answer. “I need to feel you.”

“Please…” I beg. I have never begged. Not once, but I will get on my hands and knees for this man, no issues.

“Fuck, Sunflower,” he says, almost tortured, as his pants and boxers fall to the floor with a shove. “I feel like I have waited a lifetime for you.”

My heart stumbles, and he hoists me up a little more, pulling my underwear to the side.

“Yes, God, yes,” I say, feeling him pressing at my entrance. “Please…”

With our eyes never wavering from each other’s, it’s all I need to say to have him sliding inside, stretching me, and I still and shudder at the fullness. He is big. It feels incredible, and my head rolls back, hitting the wall behind me as he lowers his to suck on my neck.

“Fuckkk,” he moans as I tighten my legs around his waist, pulling him to me more as my hands grip on to the back of his neck.

“Yes… please move…” I tell him, and he starts thrusting instantly. His movements show his matching desperation, fucking me like he’s been dying to for years with long, powerful strokes that already have my body clenching.

“Fuck, you feel good, Sunflower… so fucking good…” He releases a deep groan as he picks up speed, pushing me against the wall, my breasts bouncing, his pelvis hitting my clit with every thrust.

“Yes, Alex… Oh yes…” My hand delves into his hair, and I bring him back to my lips. Our tongues almost fight with need and desire as his hands grip my ass harder, no doubt leaving bruises, but the good kind.

Leaning back, we’re both panting as he looks at me like he wants to lick my body from head to toe. Instead, he grabs the neckline of my dress and pulls it down, exposing my breast still encased in my lace bra, and drops his mouth to it, sucking on my nipple through the fabric. Moaning, my hips start moving faster against his, grinding and thrusting to his rhythm as I feel my orgasm getting closer.

“Alex, Alex, I’m going to come,” I warn him as he sucks harder, his length massaging that spot deep inside me just right. “Oh shit,” I pant, my head pushing back against the wall as he bites on my nipple and thrusts harder. Crying out, so close, I grip my fingers in his hair, pulling him to me.

“Come for me, Sunflower … Coat my cock,” he says against my breast, groaning as his hands squeeze my ass. His words have the desired effect, pushing me over the edge. I come so hard my entire body shakes in his arms, his name on my lips like a chant. He holds me tightly as his own orgasm barrels through him.

“Hayleeee…” His voice is strained as our movements still, the two of us breathing heavily like we’ve run a marathon. As his head falls to the crook of my neck, I rest mine on his shoulder as he takes my weight.

I feel his hot breath as I try to steady my own.

“That was…” he starts to say, and I grin, even though he can’t see me.

“I want to do that again.”

He lifts his head from my neck and looks at me, his eyes lust drunk as he gives me a smile.

“Fucking every day, Sunflower.”

I huff a laugh, but then his face changes.

“What?” I ask, frowning.

“We didn’t use a condom. Shit, I’m sorry. I got lost in the moment.” Looking down, almost disappointed in himself, I feel his muscles tense where we’re still bracing against the wall.

“I’m clean, Alex. I’m on birth control,” I tell him, and his eyes meet mine again.

“I’m clean. I never have done it without one… until now.”

I roll my lips to keep my smile from widening.

“We have no problem, then,” I say before he leans forward, kissing me softly, sultry in a way that builds me up to the point of neediness.

I hear his cell from somewhere on the floor, just as my own chimes in the familiar ringtone that I know is my sister’s.

“No doubt the footage of what happened tonight is already online,” I say, coming back to reality. Alex presses another quick kiss to my lips.

“I need to call Laurent. You should call your family.” He makes little patterns against my skin at my upper thigh before he slowly lowers me to the ground. He makes sure I’m standing on steady feet before pulling up his boxers and pants. Taking him in, he looks unbelievably sexy in his disheveled clothes. Pants still undone, belt hanging open, half-buttoned shirt loose and showing some of his chest.

“I’ll hit the bathroom, then call her.” I need to fix myself up a little and maybe splash some cold water on my face to center my thoughts. Looking at him now, I can’t help biting my lip, thighs pressing together, wanting him again already.

“Don’t go looking at me like that, Sunflower,” he says teasingly as he comes toward me and squeezes my middle.

“Like what?” I ask, trying to sound innocent when I feel anything but.

“Like you want to want to eat me whole.” He smirks, throwing my own words back at me from when we were at dinner, and I huff a laugh. “Go to our room, freshen up.”

“Let’s make our calls quick,” I tell him coyly. “We have other things to do with our time…”

I start walking away, and he slaps my ass lightly as I pass by, making me giggle.

I smile to myself, feeling like I’m floating on cloud nine. He said our room…