Page 9 of Alex (Men of Forbidden Temptation #4)

ELISE

Alex parks his car in the luxurious three-car garage and turns it off. I take a deep breath before wrapping my fingers around the door handle and pushing the door open.

Unlike Alex, I gently close the door to not draw attention to my being here. This is my boss’s house and I’m crossing every professional line imaginable. The only thing worse than fucking your boss’s son is fucking your boss, and that will never happen.

Alex joins me on my side of the car and leads me toward the door. His hand never leaves the small of my back as he guides me around in the dark and whispers in my ear.

“I’ll give you a tour when it’s brighter outside, so you can see where we are going, but there’s not much down here. We just passed the kitchen. The laundry room is up here to the left.”

He expertly leads me down the hallway and around the corner to another door .

“This is the best room of the house.” There’s a hint of a smile in his voice, but no explanation as to what makes this room the best.

I assume it’s his bedroom, where else would he bring me, but I ask anyway, “And what room would that be?”

He spins me around so my back is against the door.

His body presses me into the cool wood, and I moan as his erection pushes into my lower abdomen.

The need for him to be buried inside me as I cum around his cock is still burning inside me, despite the drive here and the quick tour of the long hallway.

His warm breath on my ear as he whispers sends pleasure down my spine. “The basement, or better known as my room.”

This is where the magic begins. This is where I will get a glimpse of who Alex really is.

He spins us around and opens the door before pushing a button on the wall. Dim blue lights illuminate the ceiling, casting a soft glow over the entire room.

This isn’t your typical small, dark, and stuffy basement. The room I am standing in is enormous! His room is three times bigger than my entire apartment.

His bedroom has to be the same size as the entire second floor in the office, and there are three offices, a conference room, a storage room, two bathrooms, and Mr. Strickland’s enormous corner office with his own full bathroom.

Alex stands at his bedroom door as I walk around his space. I head to the opposite side of his room from his bed.

My fingers trail along the soft microfiber fabric of his sectional couch he has set up in front of a large flat screen television. I don’t know anyone that has a living room set up in their bedroom, unless they live in a studio apartment.

“Your room is quite spacious.”

His laugh is soft, like he was expecting me to immediately notice the size of his bedroom. “That’s one way to put it. I think the real reason my parents put me down here was so I wouldn’t bother them.”

His smile disappears for a moment, but it quickly returns as his gaze meets mine.

I can understand parents wanting some separation from their adult son, but the sadness in his gaze makes me feel like this happened a long time ago. “When did they give you the basement?”

I haven’t seen the entire house, but it didn’t look like there were any bedrooms around here. The closest rooms are the kitchen and laundry, and I would think most adults would want their bedroom far from the commotion of the kitchen, especially when you had staff working.

“This has always been my room since the day my parents brought me home from the hospital. I didn’t always have a lot of furniture down here. When I was a baby, the live-in nanny stayed here with me.”

“That sounds lonely. ”

“It was, but the older I got, the more I loved the freedom. Most weekends, my friends snuck over or I snuck out. I could come and go without my parents ever knowing. Now, it’s like my own little bubble. No one ever comes down here.”

That’s nice to know. At least Mr. Strickland won’t be barging in and finding me naked in his son’s bed.

I shake those thoughts away as I continue making my way around his bedroom, letting my gaze wander over his desk and the photographs hanging on the wall. There are pictures of him with his parents and pictures of him with friends, but there are no pictures of him and a girlfriend.

When I get to the foot of his king-sized bed, I turn my attention back to him.

“Where were we?”

He stalks towards me like a predator on the hunt, never lifting his gaze off mine. Wrapping his arms around my waist, he pulls me into his chest and crashes his lips into mine.

I give into the kiss and part my lips to allow him to thrust his tongue inside my mouth and taste me.

His hands grasp at my clothing, eager to get me naked. He pulls back and breaks the kiss so he can pull my shirt over my head.

“We were right about here.” His fingers find my nipples and pinch them until they stiffen into peaks.

I thread my fingers through the hair at his neck and pull his head closer to mine. Our lips melt together like they were made for each other. His hands work their way down and around my body to cup my ass. He squeezes my round cheeks before lifting me up.

My legs wrap around his waist as he kicks off his shoes and carries me towards the center of the bed.

I expect him to put me down on the mattress, but he doesn’t. His lips move against mine as our tongue duel, needing every ounce of pleasure as we can get from the other person.

His fervent kisses trail along my jawline, leaving burning pleasure in its wake. I angle my head to the side to give him access to my neck. His lips attack the sensitive flesh in a frenzy of kisses.

When he sucks on my pulse point, I just know he’s going to leave a mark, but I don’t care.

I want him to mark me.

To claim me.

I close my eyes and lean my head back as a moan forms in my throat.

“Do you like that?” His voice is husky with pleasure.

I nod, unable to speak.

He steps closer to the bed and leans down to place me on the mattress. My gaze locks onto his every move as he slowly loosens his tie, pulls it over his head, and throws it across the room.

His fingers unbutton each tiny button with precision before he slips the shirt off and throws it across the room to join his tie.

My gaze hungrily takes its fill of the now shirtless Alex. The smooth plains of his chest make way for the hills and valleys of his sculpted abdomen before disappearing beneath his slacks.

“Lay back.” He instructs.

I do as he says, knowing the ache between my legs will soon turn to pleasure.

He swiftly removes my flats and pants before staring at my lace covered mound. After a few seconds, he slips his thumbs under the straps of my panties and pulls them down my legs.

I slowly spread my legs apart to show him my glistening center. His eyes darken to near blackness as my hand trails down my stomach to my core.

Before I can slip a finger through my wet slit, he grabs my hand and moves it away. “Keep your legs spread for me, baby.”

He kneels down on the side of the bed and devours me, like I’m his favorite meal. His mouth sucks on my clit, bringing it to life before his tongue laps at my juices.

“Oh, fuck.” My hips jump off the mattress, pushing my pussy deeper into his face.

My legs try to close at the sudden burst of pleasure, but Alex holds them open, preventing me from pushing him away.

His tongue continues his torment on my clit as he thrusts two fingers inside my pussy.

My heart beats faster and the edges of my vision turn blurry as pleasure builds into a raging fire.

“Fuck! Alex! ”

I’m so close and I want it more than I ever have. I need him to bring me to orgasm from his mouth.

“Come for me, baby. Come on my face.”

His lips close over my clit and suck as his fingers pound into me. My walls clamp down on his fingers as a bright light takes over my vision.

“Oh, God.” I half moan, half gasp as arousal seeps out of me onto Alex’s face and fingers.

Breathing heavily, I reach for Alex and pull him up my body. He trails kisses up my stomach to my breasts. He lightly sucks on one before leaning over to suck on the other.

When he finally gets even with me, I impatiently pull his face into mine. The taste of my arousal lingers on his lips. It drives me wild.

“Need. You.” I murmur as I reach for his belt.

He hovers over me and waits for me to loosen his belt, undo his pants, and free his cock before he kicks his pants and boxer briefs off.

His cock is even more glorious than I remember. Reaching down between our bodies, I wrap my hard around his hard shaft and give him a few strokes before swiping my thumb over the tiny drop that’s gathered on the tip.

I bring my thumb to my lips and suck the tiny drop into my mouth.

He groans and thrusts his hips closer to my core. His cock slides through my wetness before rubbing against my clit.

Fuck. I need him in me .

“Condom?” I ask, looking around for an end table.

He reaches over the edge of the bed and opens a drawer in the bed frame. He bites the edge of the wrapper, ripping it open, before retrieving the condom and sliding it down his hard length.

His gaze locks on mine. “Are you sure?”

Does he really think I’d say no after he just ate me out and gave me an orgasm?

“Yes, I’m sure. Now please, fuck me until I can’t walk.”

His grin is mischievous, like he plans on doing so much more than that. “My pleasure, baby.”

I swallow loudly, hoping I know what the hell I just got myself into.

He lines his cock up to my entrance and gently eases into me inch by torturous inch.

I need him hard and fast. Like last time.

Sighing, I say, “I’m not fragile. Fuck me like you did on the rocks.”

He thrusts the rest of the way inside of me in one swift movement.

“Fuck yes.” I moan as I wrap my legs around his waist and dig my heels into his ass.

His thrusts are hard and fast, pounding into me with relentless force. His lips form a tight, thin line, and I know he won’t last much longer.

Using two fingers, I rub my clit like I’ve done many times before. It doesn’t take long until my back is arching off the mattress and my walls are clenching around his cock .

I cry out as another orgasm slams through me. “Alex. Fuck.”

He continues to pound into me, eager to get his own release. When I remove my fingers from my clit, his fingers immediately take over.

His fingers are rougher this time. He grips my hip with one hand as the other torments my clit.

He rubs, circles, and squeezes my clit until I’m a writhing mess underneath him, but his thrusts don’t give up.

Leaning forward, he captures a nipple between his teeth, lightly sucking and biting on it as he continues to pound into my soaking wet pussy.

“I c-c-can’t, Alex. I can’t cum again.”

Letting go of my nipple with a resounding pop, he glares at me. “You can, and you will.”

“It’s too much. I can’t.” I close my eyes, throw my head back. My sweat slickened skin feels like a live wire, sensitive and full of electricity as another small orgasm ripples through me.

“Ahh!” I cry out as pleasure courses through my every cell.

“Good girl.” Alex grits out a second before his thrusts stop, and he spills himself into the condom.

He slowly pulls out of me and discards the condom before collapsing on the bed beside me. Our hearts pound in our chests and our breathing is ragged.

Feeling fully sated and euphoric, I laugh. “Kate was right. The bed is so much better than the rocks. ”

Alex chuckles. “If you thought that was incredible, wait until you see what I can do in the shower.”

Is he bluffing? Could shower sex really be better than this?

“Okay, but I’m going to need a few minutes before I can even think about standing, unless you plan on carrying me.”

Alex places his hand on my thigh. “I’ll carry you anywhere and everywhere, but I need a few minutes, too.”

Is this what sex is really like? Or did I hit the sex lottery?

One glance at Alex’s already hardening cock lets me know I hit the fucking jackpot.