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He’d come back.
Alfie was curled around me like a sleeping python, a subconscious effort to stop me going anywhere. It was working, but it was also boiling me alive. He’d pulled a cream throw over us at some point in the night which only made me hotter. We were both still dressed, except for where Alfie had pulled down a corner of my dress to cup my breast, holding it in sleep as if it comforted him.
His morning wood dug into my hip. I slid a hand between us, cupping him. I felt him grow in my hands, responding to my touch, but he didn’t stir. A wicked thought crossed my mind, and with a small smile on my lips I wriggled down the couch, letting the throw drop to the floor. He gave a small sigh of displeasure when I moved my breast, his comfort object, away from him.
“What are you doing?” he murmured as I knelt between his legs. His trousers were still undone from the night before but his cock had been safely tucked away inside his black Calvin Klein boxers. “Wait, Lola.” I reached for his waistband when he suddenly snapped awake, gripping my wrist. “I said no!” Hesqueezed my wrist so hard I thought it might break. I whimpered and he released me immediately, checking over my wrist to make sure it wouldn’t bruise. I didn’t give a damn about my wrist.
“Why?” Didn’t he want me to pleasure him? Did he think I’d be bad at it? A dark look crossed his face but he didn’t answer me. “One day, you’ll need to start telling me those secrets.”
“But not today.”
I sighed. I guess I was going to have to utilise something I had very little of—patience.
“In that case, can we order breakfast? I’m starving.”
“Sure, baby.” He grabbed my hips and before I knew what hit me, I was on my back and he was towering over me. “I’m hungry too.” I giggled as he nuzzled my breast, licking and biting the tip before slowly making his way down my body. He pushed my dress up around my waist, licking a line up my stomach and leaving a trail of kisses back down to my mound. His deft fingers curled into my underwear and pulled them away from me as he licked first to one hip bone and then to the other.
My stomach chose that moment to rumble so loudly it echoed around the room. He looked up at me from between my thighs and I giggled again.
“I wasn’t kidding about being starving.”
“I guess I’ll just have to gorge on you after breakfast.” He stood, not bothering to pull my dress down, and scooped his phone from the coffee table. “What do you want?”
“Anything that we can eat in bed. You don’t need to work today do you?”
“No, I had Angie clear my schedule.”Angie.Just the sound of her name grated on me. I gritted my teeth and focused instead on his nimble fingers typing a breakfast order, probably to Elliot or the hotel kitchen. I stood and stretched, enjoying the feeling of my muscles waking up.
“Where are you going?”
“I need a shower, I’m all gross.” I headed off to the bathroom and squealed as he grabbed me from behind and tossed me over his shoulder caveman style. He swatted me on the backside and I laughed as he carried me up the stairs.
In the bathroom he deposited me on the counter, amusement shining in his eyes. I stared at him, not sure what to make of this new version of Alfie Tell.
“You seem different.” The Alfie I knew believed that being overly emotional was a bad habit. This Alfie was lighter, somehow.
“I feel different.” He rubbed a hand over his chest. “I don’t know what to do about it.”
“Do you need to do anything about it?”
He shrugged, a move that looked very out of place on him. He leaned in to kiss me but I put a hand over his mouth and picked up a toothbrush instead. The corner of his mouth lifted and my heart did a little jump. I’d missed every small thing about him.
He switched the shower on then joined me at the other sink and attended to his own teeth. I gave him shy, sidelong glances in the mirror, unable to resist the sight. Trousers undone, underwear visible, shirt half open, hair a ruffled mess. He was mine, all mine.
My teeth clean, I grabbed a face wipe, my skin breathing a sigh as I cleansed it of last night’s make up. I bent to wash my face and as I straightened I found him standing behind me. He gave me a playful wink and I had just enough time to be suspicious before he grabbed the straps of my dress and yanked the whole thing to the floor, exposing my body in two seconds flat. My cheeks reddened, my whole body lighting up with embarrassment, but I didn’t try to cover myself. He wouldn’t like that.
“That’s how I like my girl.” He gazed at me appreciatively. “New rule; whenever you’re here, you’re naked. Clothes are now banned from the threshold onwards.”
“Oh really? And what if you have visitors? What if Elliot’s here? Or Riley? Do I just say, ‘Hey boys, want to see what your boss enjoys?’”
Alfie didn’t laugh. “Don’t joke, Lo. This is for my eyes, no one else’s.”
“I know. I was only kidding.” I hoisted myself onto the counter top again and started pulling the grips out of my hair. It had managed to retain some of its shape from last night, but the few dozen grips I’d used to keep it that way were stuck in the knots.
He pressed himself between my legs and kissed my temple as I rescued another grip from my tangled tresses. I stuck them both in my mouth before he could kiss me. He arched an eyebrow and I arched one back, then he swooped in, took the grips between his teeth. He growled and I was so surprised I let go. He pulled them out of my mouth and spit them into the sink. With a satisfied grin he kissed me squarely on the mouth, his tongue invading mine.
“Stop,” I squealed, pulling away, “I’m trying to concentrate.” I tugged another grip free from my hair. His eyes dropped to my bare breasts and he took the tips between his fingers, tugging them, pulling them away from my body. He smiled that wicked smile as I gasped. Ceasing to give a damn about my hair, I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him into me. I was a breath away from his lips when, to my dismay, he pulled away from me, tutting.
“Miss O’Connell, I thought you were trying to concentrate on your hair.” His voice was seductive and so carnal. He palmed my breasts. I moaned and reached for his mouth again, but he was immovable.