Page 13 of Alex (Men of Forbidden Temptation #4)

ALEX

As the movie credits scroll on the television screen, I yawn and glance at the clock on my end table.

It’s almost one in the morning and Elise is still upstairs working.

My dad is a complete asshole for making her work as much as she has been this week. Sure, he might pay his employees better than the jobs in town, but making her work this much is absurd.

It’s a miracle she hasn’t packed up her shit and quit yet.

Like Mom.

I shake that thought out of my head. Elise is nothing like Mom. She won’t leave us the way Mom did. I wouldn’t be able to handle it if she did, and I don’t think Dad could either.

After turning off my television, I head upstairs and sneak around the corner, leaning against the doorframe to her office.

The light from her computer monitor shines on her face, giving the smaller office a light glow. Her eyes look heavy, like she’s doing everything in her power to fight sleep.

She runs a hand through her hair and sighs before craning her neck to one side, then the other, to stretch the fatigue away.

Why is she torturing herself like this? Nothing is this important to lose an entire night’s sleep.

I clear my throat, announcing my presence. “Hey, you need sleep.”

She jumps at my voice, letting out a little yelp as she slaps her hand to her chest.

“Oh my God, Alex, you scared me.”

I chuckle. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. I saw how late it was and wanted to come pry you away from work.”

She shakes her head. “Can’t right now. I’m trying to finish this tonight. I need to finish it.”

“The contract?”

She winces as she looks at me. “You know about the contract?”

Wanting to lighten the mood, I tease her. “Of course, I do. I’m the boss’s son.”

She rolls her eyes, and I let out a loud laugh. I only know about the contract because I overheard Dad on the phone.

Anger builds in my chest as I remember hearing Dad put all the blame on Elise. Sure, the delay might be because she messed up on a few of the sheets, but she’s been working close to eighteen hours a day .

Not to mention the change in scenery, the interruption of her normal habits, and trying to get the office here set up, while continuing to help Dad run the business.

It’s too much, but Elise doesn’t complain. She takes everything thrown at her in stride and works until she finishes everything that is asked.

“Come to bed.” I say in a soft tone.

It sounds like I’m inviting her to come fuck me, and as tempting as that sounds, she needs sleep more.

If I can somehow convince her to stop working so many hours, I’d love to take her out on an actual date, but until then, I’ll keep cooking her dinner since she seemed to love it last night.

She stops typing and glances at me. “I just need fifteen more minutes to finish and then I promise I’ll go to bed.”

Knowing she will probably find something else to work on after the contract, I counter. “Five minutes.”

She sucks her lower lip between her teeth before glancing back at her computer. “If I can have total concentration, I should be able to finish in ten minutes.”

I stare at her determined face. “Fine, but I’m staying here to make sure you come to bed in ten minutes.”

She nods her head and gets back to work as I plop down in the chair across from her desk.

When she strains her eyes to read something off a piece of paper, I get up to help her. “How about you tell me what information you need, and I’ll read it to you?”

“That would be helpful, thank you.” She turns her gaze back to the computer screen and says, “I need the bank name, address, and phone number.”

I find the information Elise needs and recite it for her.

After a few moments of typing, she asks, “What’s the bank routing and account numbers?”

Once again, I find the information she needs and recite it for her.

It takes thirteen minutes, but she finishes the contract and saves the document before emailing it over to Dad’s lawyer.

She stretches her arms above her head as she sits up straighter. “There, all done.”

The sigh that comes from her mouth is sexy and makes my dick hard, but she needs sleep.

I wait for her to shut down her computer before grabbing her hand and leading her downstairs to my room.

Dimming the room lights, I take off my shirt and lay down on the couch while Elise heads into my bathroom to change into her pajamas. The bathroom door clicks open and I sit up to see her climb in between my sheets.

I have to fight the urge to go over to her as her long blonde hair spreads across my pillow. I’ve never seen a more beautiful and sexy sight in all my years .

Taking one last long glance at her, I reach over and turn off the light.

I fluff my pillow and scoot down on the couch to get comfortable before pulling the cover over the lower half of my body.

Elise calls out. “Alex.”

Her voice is quiet, barely above a whisper. “I don’t want to keep putting you out. I appreciate you sharing your room and your bed, but you deserve a good night’s sleep as well.”

It could be the lack of sleep talking for her, or her genuinely caring personality, but I don’t want her feeling guilty. Especially on my account.

“I don’t mind sleeping on my couch. There’s plenty of room, so don’t worry. You need the rest and a solid night of sleep since you are working too many hours.”

“You can come sleep in your bed. I won’t bite. Plus, I’ll probably be back up in a few hours, anyway.”

I feel torn, like my heart and mind are being pulled in two separate directions. I miss my bed, but the thought of sleeping so close to her with our bodies pushed against each other makes my dick harder than steel.

“Alex?” she asks with uncertainty laced in her tone.

I clear my throat and sit up to look at her. It might be dark, but I know exactly where she is. “Okay, if you insist, but only if you’re sure me being in bed with you won’t hinder your sleep. ”

It might hinder my own sleep, but I’m not going to complain or pass up the opportunity to have her in my arms all night.

“I’m sure. Now come to bed.”

She sounds way too happy, but my dick doesn’t care. It jumps with excitement, eager to be close to her again.

Not tonight.

I scold myself before climbing under the covers.

Even in the dark, with the glow of the clock, I can see her looking at me with her crystal blue eyes. The cover is tucked under her breasts, pushing them up, like they are being served on a silver platter just for me.

Fuck me.

I’ll be lucky if I get any sleep tonight.

She scoots closer to me and rests her head on my chest. “Is this okay?”

My heart leaps in my chest. I never want her to sleep anywhere else, and that scares me because I barely know her.

I wrap my arm around her, pulling her closer to my body. “This is perfect.”

When she doesn’t speak, I look down to see if she fell asleep, but her blue gaze is locked onto my face.

“You should be sleeping, Elise.” I try to keep the smile from forming on my face, but it slips through.

“I know, and I’m exhausted, but part of me feels energized. ”

I know the feeling. Having her this close is driving me wild, like I’m touching a live wire.

“Is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable or make it easier for you to fall asleep?”

“I’m already comfortable.” She lets out a sigh and cuddles closer to me to prove her point.

“Is there anything I can do to make it easier for you to fall asleep?”

Fire and desire burn in her eyes as she gazes up at me as her fingernails trail down my chest in a tantalizing pattern.

“Are you-” I can’t even get the question out.

There’s no way she wants sex right now. Right?

Her hand dips under the waistband of my shorts, almost touching my erection. “You can tell me to stop at any point, and I’ll roll over and go to sleep.”

Damn it. What should I do?

I should tell her to go to sleep, but as her hand wraps around my shaft and my heart beats faster in my chest, I know there’s no way I’ll tell her to stop.

Not now.

Not until she’s a completely satisfied, writhing mess underneath me.

She pumps my cock inside my shorts, gripping me with just the right amount of pressure. I help her push my shorts down, freeing my cock and giving her full access.

I close my eyes as she pleasures me, enjoying the way she shows equal attention to the shaft, the head, and my balls. It’s euphoric .

Not wanting to blow my load too soon, I roll on top of her and push the thin fabric of her pajama shorts to the side.

I grip my erection and rub it through her wet slit before pushing past her tightness into her warm channel.

She moans as I fill her inch by inch. “God, you feel so incredible.”

Holy hell, there’s nothing better than being inside her with nothing between us. She’s so fucking warm.

“You’re already making me want to fill you, baby girl. Fuck, you are so tight.”

She tightens her walls around me and I have to pull almost the entire way out. Damn, I’m already so close, but I need to feel her convulse around my cock.

Her hand reaches between our bodies to find her clit.

It’s the sexiest thing in the world to watch your woman please herself.

My woman.

Fuck. I love the sound of that.

I thrust into her with long, deliberate strokes as she continues to attack her clit.

“Alex.” My name is like a breath of a whisper on her lips, so sexy and tantalizing.

“What do you need, baby? Tell me what you need.”

Her fingers circle her clit furiously as my thrusts get deeper and harder .

“I need-” The strangled cry that comes out of her mouth drives my hips faster, like a piston in full work mode.

My balls tighten as I reach the edge of the precipice. “What do you need? Tell me what you need.”

I need to hear her say it. To push past her innocent tone and be the naughty girl that I know she is deep under her facade.

“Oh, God. I need to come. Please make me come, Alex.”

My fingers take over for her. I swirl her clit in tiny fast circles as I pound into her delectable pussy.

“Come for me, baby. Come all over my cock.” I’ve never wanted to prolong my orgasm as much as I do right now, but need and desire are winning this battle.

She pulls the pillow over her face and screams through her release.

Her walls tighten to a near death grip and a few thrusts later, I follow her. My release coats her walls as I let out a shaky breath.

I remove the pillow from her face and crash my lips into hers. Our lips move together lazily as our hearts and breathing return to normal.

Pulling out of her warmth, I slowly make my way to the bathroom and wet a washcloth before returning to her.

Her breathing is shallow, like she’s on the edge of sleep. Maybe this is what she needed to wear her out and help her sleep. I smirk, feeling damn proud of myself.

Using my hand, I slowly open her legs and gently clean up my mess. Her body shakes from the light touch, her clit still sensitive from the orgasm.

After covering her up with my cover, I deposit the rag into the hamper and shake my head at my carelessness.

I can’t believe I didn’t use a condom.

It was my first time, too. Damn if it didn’t feel good. Great, even. Hopefully, Elise doesn’t hate me for it. I don’t know what I’d do if she did.

She lets out a soft yawn as I climb back into bed. “Goodnight Alex.”

She’s out before I can whisper back.

I scoot closer to her, enjoying the way she smells. She’s mine and there’s nothing I won’t do to keep her happy and satisfied.

Including fighting Dad about these super late nights.