Red Hot Rose Boxed Set Page 10

  “And what? Fuck you under the table?”

  “No. Fuck me here,” he growled, reaching down to his pants to undo his buckle, snap and zipper before I had a chance to protest.

  My mouth began to water at the huge, hard cock that fell down heavily once it was released from its confines to point at my stomach. The head was already glistening with pre-cum, and I couldn’t help but reach down and smear it all over the end of his hard rod.

  He let his pants drop down to his ankles, pulling one leg out. He pushed my dress up to my hips and put his hand down to my folds, burying his fingers inside them.

  He hissed a breath out. “Oh my god, you’re already so wet for me.”

  I grabbed his shirt and pulled his head down to me. “Yes. I need you to fuck me now. Don’t make me wait.” The champagne was doing the talking now and I didn’t care one bit. Let it.

  He brought his lips down against mine firmly, his tongue invading my mouth and swirling around, pressing deeper and deeper, sending more waves of moisture to join his fingers below. I wanted him to pinch my nipples and knead my breasts, his hand going up to do just that a second later, as if I’d actually asked him to. He was reading my mind, doing exactly what I wanted him to do.

  A moment later I could feel the large head of his cock pushing against my opening. I lifted a leg up for him to hold, trying to angle myself better so I could take him inside me. It started to go in, the bump of his head making it through my opening making me jerk with the jolt of pleasure it brought. I could feel every bumpy vein sliding in, massaging the edge of my hole and bringing me closer and closer to ecstasy.

  When he was fully in, he pushed his body hard against mine, pressing my back against the wall behind me. Now that I had the support there, I could join in, pressing my clit up against him as much as possible. It sent me into spasms of pleasure as he moved his hips in small circles, rubbing me, filling me and stretching me at the same time.

  “Shhhhh …” he whispered in my ear. “It’s not sound proof.”

  I buried my face in his shirt, moaning and whimpering there as quietly as I could.

  His thrusting began, moved along easily by the slippery wetness that just kept coming from both of us. The panting took me over, as the orgasm continued to build.

  “Harder,” I begged, and he complied.

  “Faster!” I yelled, and he increased his pace to match that of my hips flexing and jerking towards him. I was nearly there when I felt his cock start to pulse and grow bigger as the orgasm took him.

  Knowing that he was losing it without any control, even before I had finished, took me totally out. I lost it too, riding the wave of pleasure that was drowning me, making me lose every last inhibition I ever thought of having, making me want to do nothing but feel him sliding up inside me forever and ever and ever.

  And all I could think was that nothing would ever feel this good for me again. No one would ever be able to completely blow me away like Alexander could. It was all downhill from here.

  When we’d finally both finished, and every last ounce of cum had been wrung from both of our bodies, he pulled out of me, reaching over to grab some toilet paper for us to use to clean ourselves up. He turned his back on me as he got dressed again, taking a moment to straighten his tie and run his fingers through his hair.

  He turned around and grinned at me. “How do I look?”

  My heart sank. Oh fuck, I said to myself. Because what I wanted to say was that he looked adorable. Gorgeous. Amazing. Like a guy I wanted to be with for the rest of my life. But I knew I couldn’t say that, that I wouldn’t dare say that. So instead, I just said, “You look like you just got it on in the bathroom with your campaign manager.”

  He grabbed me into a hug, grinding his hips into mine. “I like that look.” He dipped his head down to give me a soft kiss on the lips. “Come on. Let’s get out of here.”

  “Where are we going?” I asked, smoothing my hands down my dress, shoving my wayward panties back into my purse. They were useless now.

  “Back to my office. I have a contract drafted for you to sign.”

  I frowned at him. “Contract? For what?”

  “For the job I’ve offered you.”

  “You were that confident?” I asked, not sure if I should be offended or impressed.

  “I was that hopeful,” he said, smacking me on the butt once before unlocking the door. He slipped out, shutting the door behind him, giving me time to collect myself some more.

  I locked the door again and sat on the toilet, taking a pee while I contemplated the huge mess I’d gotten myself into. It’s not bad enough that you slept with him five minutes after meeting him, or again at your apartment after five minutes of conversation … but now you’ve accepted an almost impossibly difficult job from him and you’ve fallen in love with him too? Gah! How could you be so stupid!

  I finished taking care of business and stood, determined to see this night through. Maybe if I just focused on this new job, focused on keeping my damn hands to myself, and worked really hard at ignoring the way he made my heart leap every time he looked at me, I’d have a chance of really making something of my life. I took a deep breath and turned the lock, walking out to face my destiny. Watch out world. Here I come.

  And then just as quickly as my confidence has soared to new heights, it plummeted, as I heard Jacqueline’s voice coming in through the crack I’d just made in my bathroom stall door. I quickly shut it again and listened in to a conversation I knew instantly I wasn’t supposed to be hearing.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Jacqueline’s nasally, arrogant voice was easy for me to pick out of the conversation. “No, I told him everything. I have no idea who she is … no one does. But suddenly she’s in charge of Alex’s campaign? It’s total bullshit. Samuel is ready to raise hell. He’s not going to let Alex get away with this.”

  “But what can Samuel do? I mean, he’s just an employee,” said the other female voice I didn’t recognize.

  “Plenty. Believe me. He knows people, and he’s pissed. He has all the incentive in the world to take both of them down, with Alex pulling this garbage. Firing him after all he’s done for him? It’s beyond ridiculous.”

  “He’d be taking a risk, though. You think his family would back that up?” The water went on, and the sound of someone washing her hands came through the door to my ears. I was hoping there was no electric dryer in here to drown the voices out. I thought I remembered seeing cloth napkins on the counter next to the sink. I didn’t want to miss any of this. I was pretty sure I was hearing someone plotting my downfall, or at least, Alex’s.

  “Risk? What risk? If Samuel gets kicked out and then the whole campaign goes down in flames, he’ll look like a hero.”

  “But I thought you said the campaign wasn’t going well right now, before this new girl got involved. Maybe the public and donors are already blaming Samuel for it.”

  “That’s an easy fix. We’ll just show how Alex has been ignoring Samuel’s advice and listening to this little bitch all along and that’s why everything’s such a mess.”

  “Is that true?” asked the other voice, sounding doubtful. The water was shut off, making it easier for me to hear them. “I thought she just came out of nowhere. Has she been advising him for a long time?”

  “Probably. How should I know? I dumped Alex’s sorry ass three months ago.”

  “That’s not what Melodie said. She said …”

  “Shut up, Celeste. Melodie’s a lying bitch, and you know it.”

  “Sometimes. I agree, sometimes she is. But remember when you called me that one night, a total wreck, telling me how Alex shit on you? That sounds more like what Melodie was saying.”

  “How many times do I have to tell you? I was drunk, okay? Drunk and depressed because I knew I had to end it, so I was acting like a total witch to him trying to make him break up with me. I hate dumping guys, you know? They get all wimpy and weak and crying. I hate when grown men do that.”


  “Yeah. Me too. Anyway, you have Arnold now, right?”

  “Yes,” said Jacqueline, sounding very satisfied with herself. “A real man.”

  “Is he as good in bed as Alex?” asked her friend, a deviously happy tone to her voice.

  “Better,” answered Jacqueline, smugly.

  I snorted my disbelief a little too loudly. Clapping my hand over my mouth, I stared at the wooden door in front of me, worrying for one ridiculous second that Jacqueline had x-ray vision and could see right through to me standing there without my underwear on.

  “What was that?” asked Celeste, suddenly suspicious.

  “I have no idea,” said an angry Jacqueline.

  Heels clicked over the stone floor to stop in front of my bathroom stall door. Someone knocked on the wood firmly, causing my heart to freeze in mid-beat.

  “Who’s in there?” demanded Jacqueline. “Whoever you are, you’d better come out right now! I’m not leaving until you do.”

  Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod! What should I do? Pretend I’m not here? Say nothing? Tell her to go to hell? My brain was swimming with the possible outcomes of this completely awful situation. Why did I let Alex come in here with me? I could have been long gone before this all happened. Shit, shit, shit!

  “Excuse me, ladies?” asked a woman’s voice, a slight hesitance to it.

  “Yes. What do you want?” asked Jacqueline in a haughty, rude tone.

  “I’m sorry for disturbing you … but their appears to be a problem with your credit card. May I ask you to join me in the office for a brief moment to sort it out, please?”

  “What? That’s ridiculous. There’s nothing wrong with my card. Where’s your manager. I want to speak with him right now!” The sound of high heels clicking on the marble floor disappeared from the bathroom along with the voices of unhappy, bitchy women.

  I unlocked the door and peeked out, my eyes scanning the space quickly, making sure I was alone. Once I knew the coast was clear, I grabbed my purse off the hook and burst out of the stall, not even stopping to wash my hands. I’ll use my water glass and napkin or something. I had to get the heck out of there before they came back or got into a position where they could see me leaving the bathroom. I knew I’d heard something I shouldn’t have, and that woman Jacqueline had a lot of pull in the PR world. If I didn’t want my name to be mud before I even had a name, I had to be invisible in this place. Time to make my escape.

  Alex seemed to sense something had happened. He didn’t question me at all when I got back to the table and insisted we leave immediately. My hands were shaking with the urgency of it as my eyes darted around the restaurant, sure they’d be landing on Jacqueline’s accusing face any second.

  Once we were in the car and headed to Alexander’s office, he spoke. “Something happened back there. Was it the incident in the bathroom?”

  “Not exactly,” I said, feeling uncomfortable about the situation to the extreme. Obviously, my first loyalty was to my new employer and … lover. But I needed to be sure Jacqueline hadn’t been just passing idle threats and stupid gossip before I set off all the alarms at campaign headquarters. “That woman Jacqueline was in there,” I said, leaving out all the juicy stuff.

  “Yes, I know. I asked the manager to get her out so you could make your escape.” His voice sounded tender, which was surprising enough to get me looking over at him curiously.

  What’s this all about? “How’d you know she was in there?”

  “You were taking a while, so I came back just to be sure you were okay, and I heard her in there. Her voice is hard to miss.”

  “I know,” I said, thinking back. “It’s like the sound vultures make when they’re circling a dead carcass.”

  Alexander laughed heartily.

  “Seriously. She’s evil or something. I don’t know what you saw in that woman aside from the obvious.” The champagne and wine were doing the talking now, apparently. I couldn’t seem to stop the words from flying out.

  Alexander shrugged. “She was there. She was willing.”

  “Oh.” I instantly found myself deflated into a mass of self-loathing. I was just there. At that party. Willing. Ugh. I’m just like her. I’m a nasally vulture floating over roadkill.

  Alexander put his hand on my leg. “Stop doing that.”

  “Doing what?” I asked, looking straight ahead and trying to ignore the heavy heat of his wide palm on my bare skin. It tingled with promise.

  “Questioning what we have. Equating yourself to her in any way. It’s just wrong.”

  “How so?” I asked, daring to look at him, forcing myself not to let the tears of self-pity rise to the surface. There was a reason I rarely drank. It always made me overly emotional. “I was just there at that party … convenient. Paid to be there, as a matter of fact.” I shook my head, frustrated that the champagne was making me feel so weak and stupid. “Never mind. I think I’ve had too much champagne and wine and … well … everything. Too much of everything. This is a bad idea.”

  Alexander pulled his hand away. “Too late. You’ve already agreed to my terms. You’re contracted to me.”

  I frowned, trying to recall how far we’d gone in our negotiations. I may have had a lot of wine, but I sure didn’t remember being handed a pen at any point. “I haven’t signed anything yet.”

  “Oral contracts are valid in Florida. You’re already committed.”

  The word oral had me thinking thoughts I shouldn’t have been. It was making it too difficult to deny him anything he asked for. “Whatever,” I scoffed. “You have to agree that it’s a terrible idea, and you should just let that Samuel guy keep doing what he’s doing.”

  Alexander frowned at the exact moment I realized my mistake.

  Oh crap.

  “How do you know about Samuel?”

  “Uhhhh … I read it in the paper?”

  “No, you didn’t. You would have mentioned that before. You picked apart my campaign management to its smallest pieces over dinner tonight, and never once did you mention him by name. In fact, several times you just said, ‘Whoever is managing your campaign.’ You didn’t know who he was until after you were in the bathroom with Jacqueline and Celeste.”

  “You know her friend too?” I said weakly, too tired to deny it or fight anymore, hoping I could maybe distract him with the smaller details instead of the great big whopper of a detail which was that he had traitors swimming like sharks around him in the ocean of his campaign.

  “Yes. They all run in the same, small-minded circles. Don’t try to change the subject.”

  “I’m not,” I sighed. “I’m just tired. Can you please just take me back home? We can talk about all this job stuff tomorrow.” That’s when I’d straighten him out and let him know in no uncertain terms that it was a terrible idea and would never ever work in a million years.

  Alexander reached over and patted my knee. “Sure. Why don’t you lay your seat back and relax? I’ll wake you when we’re there.”

  I nodded briefly, my head swimming with the aftereffects of the alcohol and stress. “I’ll just close my eyes for a minute. Wake me up the second I start to snore.” I glanced over in time to see him smile, letting the sweetness of it warm my heart a little.

  “I will. Just push the button on the side of your seat there - it’s automatic.”

  I did as he instructed, sighing with pleasure at the warmth coming up through the leather seat and the soft cushions under my back. Just a couple minutes of rest, and I’ll be as right as rain. Ready to tell him no and goodbye for the rest of my life. No more Alexander Blackstone. No more political games. No more bitches in the bathroom. No more awesome sex.

  “Alexander?” I said, my eyes closed and my conscious mind slowly spinning off into another world.

  “Yes?” he answered softly.

  The words came out as one big mumble, making no sense really but feeling like they needed to be said. “What do you really want from me?”

  I fell asleep before he co
uld answer, but in my silly schoolgirl dreams, I heard one word: Everything.

  My head made a soft rustling sound as it moved across the very soft sheets of the bed. I kept my eyes closed as I stretched, my fingers sliding slowly over the cotton coverlet lying over me. I moved my legs apart, wondering why the bed felt so much smoother and more luxurious than I remembered. The flannel sheets on my twin bed were much nubbier than this. Weren’t they? It was when my foot bumped up against a very hard, very hairy, very naked leg that my eyes flew open.

  I sat up quickly, totally confused and disoriented. “What the …,” I whispered, looking around, frantically grabbing the sheet to my chest. The sun was streaming into a window I didn’t recognize, illuminating a room I’d never been in before. And I was totally naked.

  The 4-poster bed I was sitting in was about three times the size of the one in my apartment, and it was made up with cream-colored bedding that I could tell just by feel had cost a small fortune. Alexander’s bedroom. Oh. My. God. What have I done now?

  The man beside me whose face I couldn’t see, groaned and moved. His hand roamed over the covers, coming in my direction. I froze, the sheets gathered up in my hands in a feeble attempt at covering my naked form. There wasn’t enough of the material to do a decent job, especially with this big person next to me taking most of them and tangling them around his sleeping form.

  His fingers bumped into my leg and then moved around it, slowly making their way to the space I really, really wanted to keep covered and out of his reach. My hand flew down from my chest in a panic to stop his progress. I grabbed his wrist, and for a moment we both sat there unmoving, in a silent battle of wills.

  And then Alexander came out of his sleepy haze, pushing himself up onto his elbows long enough to reach out an arm to wrap around my lower body and pull me over until I was under him. My rear end sliding across the mattress warmed it up in a hurry.

  Still completely silent, he got up on his hands and knees and grabbed me by the waist, pulling my body down and making me fall onto the bed until I was once again lying on my back. I had abandoned the sheet, gripping the pillows on either side of my head like they were life preservers and I was being thrown overboard. I wasn’t afraid. On the contrary - I was aroused at the silence, his commanding actions, the strength I could sense in his hands and arms.