Page 5 of Amour Fou (Deepest Desires #2)

The way her hooded eyes are pinned on me in this moment is enough to tell me what she wants, what she came here for.

Her being this close to me is extremely dangerous, because I don’t know if I’ll be able to restrain myself from touching her if she continues looking at me the way she is.

Moving closer, her eyes scan over my body, taking in every inch of me.

Leave, Zeke .

Alyssa moves her hand towards me, but I don’t give her the ability to touch me because I snatch her wrist in my left hand.

Her ocean eyes pierce my brown ones, and I find myself focusing on how her soft, creamy skin feels beneath the callouses on my palms. I watch her take another step forward, our bodies only a hairs width apart—the smell of her honeysuckle and citrus shower gel invading my senses.

“Don’t.” My command—even though I want it to be loud—is weak and pathetic. An order she wholly ignores, because the fingertips of her free hand skim along the space just above my boxers.

A smile gradually curves her plump lips, and as she takes another step closer, her body is practically pressed against me. “Don’t… what?”

“Have you read your contract?”

“Mhm,” she hums, nodding once. “Your point?”

“No fraternisation between staff, it’s the one and only rule.”

She smiles even broader now, and I realise I still have a hold of her wrist. “If you want to touch me you can, I don’t mind. I won’t tell if you don’t.” Lifting an elegant finger to her chest, she makes a cross over her heart.

Fuck.

The desire dripping from her statement causes a shiver to run up my back. “Alyssa,” I sigh, fighting the urge to kiss her.

“Zeke.” She mimics my tone.

If she keeps saying my name like that, I’ll buckle.

“You seem a little uptight. Sometimes… rules are meant to be broken… no?”

Her hand dips into my boxers, fingertips tracing the area just above the root of my cock, and I’m gone, all restraint flying from my body.

My hand grips her throat, tugging her even closer to me.

Her pebbled nipples press against my chest. Alyssa bows her back, pushing her full breasts further into my pectoral muscles.

“Alyssa,” I hiss as she wraps her hand around the length of me .

Then, and only then, do I fold like a fucking deckchair and give into my carnal need to taste her. I smash my lips to hers, swallowing her sweet moan into the depths of my chest. Her lips taste like red wine and strawberries.

“Zeke,” Alyssa mewls.

“Fuck,” I murmur into her mouth, sliding my tongue over the seam of her lips—they welcome me instantaneously, but my enjoyment is short lived. Coming to a complete halt when the door to the pool house is forcefully yanked open.

“Zeke, are you—” Xaden walks through the door with my name on his lips. My head whips to the right and I finally release her, taking a step back to put some space between us.

“Well, well… what do we have here. Getting the jump on me first huh, brother.”

“Nobody is getting the jump on anyone.”

“Quite the little tete-a-tete, I feel…” Tapping his chin with his index finger. “Left out.”

“So, get in with us,” Alyssa counters and I immediately look at her. “I don’t mind sharing… the pool.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice.” Xaden strips out of his clothes faster than I’ve ever seen, and wearing nothing but his boxers, he bombs into the pool like a child. Water splashes and ripples before he breaks the surface, wiping the excess water from his face. “So, what’s the plan?”

“I was just trying to get to know your friend here.” Nodding her head towards me, Alyssa moves herself between the both of us to perch herself on the middle step of the pool. “But by the way he’s acting now, I don’t think he wants to.”

Xaden’s hand curves over my shoulder, squeezing a little tighter than usual. “Don’t worry about him, he was dropped on the head too many times as a child.”

Clicking my tongue in frustration, I address him. “Do you ever stop talking?”

“Not really, you know I have an issue with awkward silences, it makes me uncomfortable and—” Halting mid-sentence, both of us watch Alyssa seductively lean back, resting her elbows on the step above the one she sits on; while bending her right knee, she lifts it up, widening her legs.

Both of us get a full view of the very tiny piece of black fabric covering her pussy. I didn’t think it was possible to sweat in a cold pool, but here I am. My cock also didn’t get the memo about remaining soft, because it’s literally about to burst through the fabric of my boxers…. again.

My eyeline follows the fingers on her left hand the moment they press against the plump skin on her breast, tracing a single line slowly down the centre of her toned stomach.

The pads bouncing over the curves of her abdominal muscles the lower she gets to the apex of her thighs, my heavy swallow audible.

“Holy shit,” Xaden murmurs next to me.

Looking between us both, she smiles. “Wanna have some fun?”

“YES!” Xaden exclaims.

“No.” I say at the same time he does.

“No?” He mirrors me, confusion marring his face. Leaning back as though I slapped him. Xaden presses a hand to his chest dramatically like an actress from one of those Spanish telenovela’s he watches.

“You heard me.” I keep my attention on Alyssa, waiting for her to call out psyche , but she doesn’t.

“Come on, finally there’s a woman that understands the type of man I am, and—”

“I said no, Xaden.” I look at him sternly.

Tapping his temple, he steps closer to me. “Are you hearing yourself right now? You sound insane, you… Are you taking the correct medication?”

“Medication?” Alyssa asks.

“I’m not taking medication.” I look at her .

Xaden huffs beside me. “Maybe you should be if you’re thinking of passing this up, because you sound like you should be in a cell… with vast amounts of white padding. There is no way you’re thinking clearly right now.”

“There are rules here and you know it.” I grind the words out because he knows I’m a stickler for them. “Or did you forget? Considering yet again, you’re thinking with that small dick of yours.” I point.

Xaden turns to face her, chuckling. “It’s not small.”

She laughs. “Well, I don’t have time for this right now.” Both of us watch as Alyssa stands up and takes the steps out from the pool.

“Wait a second,” Xaden protests beside me. “Look, he doesn’t know what he’s saying, he’s had a lot of sugar today and he’s clearly,”—turning to face me he says the final words through gritted teeth—“not in his right mind.”

Lifting the chiffon shirt from the back of the lounger, she continues talking. “I’ll just go finger-fuck myself in my room.”

“Come on… don’t listen to him. He clearly has dementia, or some form of brain disease.” He growls, shoving his elbow into my roughly into my ribs, silently begging me to confirm for her to stay—but I won’t. “At least let me come and watch?”

Shaking her head, she moves to the edge of the pool, picking up the crystal glass that is still half filled with red, and with one final glance from over her shoulder, she leaves the room. I’m unable to take my eyes off the door, hoping, praying, at some moment she will walk back in.

The smack on the back of my head pulls me from my trance. “Fuck, what’s your problem?”

“My problem?” Xaden points to himself. “You turn down sex, a threesome in fact, and I’m the one with the problem?”

Dropping his head back, he laughs harder and proceeds to wade through the water, pressing his hands to the edge of the pool, hoisting himself out.

“Don’t speak for both of us next time, okay? ”

Grabbing his clothes and trainers from the chair he left them on, he leaves through the opposite door, and I’m left alone… and hard.